Ancient Gods

Mo Yang and Er Gouzi left Xianyin Pavilion directly. Xia Fengliu, who had been waiting outside Xianyin Pavilion, saw Mo Yang and Er Gouzi coming out and hurriedly walked over.

There was no big battle in Xianyin Pavilion, but Mo Yang and Er Gouzi both came out unscathed. Xia Fengliu couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Ergouzi was still mumbling, constantly criticizing the poorness of Xianyin Pavilion.

Mo Yang couldn't stand listening anymore and said: "Xianyin Pavilion is just an ordinary force. Naturally, it cannot be as profound as other big forces. Moreover, they use music to enter the Taoism, and their demand for elixirs is usually very small. Not as good as other cultivators!"

Ergouzi nodded after hearing this and said, "Boy, are you going to let them go?"

Mo Yang sighed softly and said: "It's enough to take away some of their ancient books and some elixirs. If it shakes their foundation, a war will be inevitable. It's not worth it to lose both sides!"

Standing outside Xianyin Pavilion, Mo Yang looked far into the distance. Not far south, he found the Medicine King Valley, and there was a bottomless Buddhist sect entrenched in the southern wasteland.

"Let's go west!"

Ergouzi's brows jumped when he heard Mo Yang's words, and he said, "Boy, are you going to send yourself under the nose of Daodao Sect?"

Although Mo Yang's cultivation is not weak now, in terms of cultivation alone, he has truly entered the ranks of the geniuses.

But if he were to face a large sect with a long heritage, his current cultivation would not be enough.

Mo Yang frowned and thought for a moment, then said: "I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to break through in my cultivation in a short period of time. Walking around and relaxing my mind may help my cultivation!"

After making breakthroughs in cultivation, many powerful people like to travel, and even travel around the world, in order to temper their state of mind and understand the path of the great road from peace.

Moreover, he had just obtained the Xuanzi Scroll from the Star Emperor Tower, which contained three forbidden techniques. Mo Yang wanted to calm down and study it carefully. If he could successfully cultivate it, it might be a trump card.

There is also the spiritual palace in his body. Ergouzi mentioned before that the uniqueness of the spiritual palace will be revealed after entering the holy realm, but so far, Mo Yang has not noticed any changes in the spiritual palace.

There was another reason why Mo Yang chose to go west.

Two years have passed since he left Lingxu Sect. One month later will be the anniversary of his master's death, and Mo Yang wants to go back to visit and pay homage to his master.

Mo Yang estimated the time. If he didn't borrow the teleportation array, he wouldn't be able to reach Lingxu Sect in a month.

After staying away from Xianyin Pavilion, Mo Yang began to carve the teleportation array.

An hour later, in a wilderness, two people and one beast stepped onto the teleportation array and left.

Mo Yang didn't stop on the way, and used the teleportation array to cross the central region and land directly in the western part of the continent.

Two days later, Mo Yang came to Xuantian City in the west of the mainland, entered the city, and everything that had happened came to mind.

He had come here with the disciples of Lingxu Sect to participate in the disciple competition of several sects in this area.

It was also in this city that Mo Yang met Sixth Senior Sister, a disciple of the Qian Sect, for the first time.

"You guys should go and look around, I'll go for a walk alone!" Mo Yang said to Xia Fengliu and Er Gouzi.

Although Xia Fengliu and Er Gouzi were a little curious, they didn't ask any more questions. Er Gouzi asked Mo Yang for a stack of banknotes and left directly with Xia Fengliu.

Mo Yang walked silently on the street, recalling the past scenes, and he sighed in his heart, everything seemed to happen yesterday.

Two years ago, he was just a minor cultivator, because when he came here to participate in the arena competition, his cultivation level had just entered the Tianxuan realm. Now, two years have passed by and he has already established himself in the Holy realm.

Mo Yang stayed in the city for three days, and then left Xuantian City.

"I want to go back to Lingxu Sect to worship my master, so don't follow me. We'll meet here in a month!" Mo Yang said to Er Gouzi and Xia Fengliu.

After hearing this, Er Gouzi rolled his eyes and said, "Boy, you are worried that me and the dirty boy are going to prevent you from pretending to be thirteen!"

Mo Yang was speechless, too lazy to say anything to Er Gouzi, so he turned around and left.

"Meet here in a month!" Mo Yang warned without looking back.

"Tsk, tsk, this damn boy, a heartless thing, arrived at the door of the house, and even if he didn't entertain the uncle, he actually turned the uncle away..." Er Gouzi looked at Mo Yang's retreating figure, He cursed and spoke.

Xia Fengliu smiled and said: "Brother Dog, let's go look around. Brother Mo is going back to pay homage to his master. He should be left alone, so let's not get involved!"

"Forget it, I heard that the cultivation world in the western part of the continent used to be extremely glorious. Let's take this opportunity to take a look. Maybe we can make a big deal!" Ergouzi muttered.

Mo Yang walked forward alone in the air, rushing towards the direction of Lingxu Sect.

Before in Xuantian City, he heard some news about Lingxu Sect. In the past two years, Lingxu Sect seemed to have developed very well. Several of its disciples had made breakthroughs in cultivation one after another and became one of several sects in this area. The strongest one.

He also heard some familiar names, such as Qi Heng, the former top disciple of the main peak, Xu Xin, the former senior sister, and Su Feier. A year ago, they all seemed to have broken through to the Tianxuan realm one after another and became famous in this area. Not small.

The next night, Mo Yang arrived outside Lingxu Sect.

Looking at the green peaks silently, Mo Yang sighed softly, then restrained his breath and entered Lingxu Sect directly without disturbing anyone.

Mo Yang climbed Mufeng alone.

Mo Yang walked all the way towards Mufeng. Compared with before, the structure of the sect has not changed much.

As the last disciple of Mufeng, Mufeng was abandoned after he left Lingxu Sect. However, after climbing Mufeng, it was the same as before, and it was obvious that someone often took care of it.

Even on both sides of the stone path leading to Mufeng, there were no weeds.

Not long after, Mo Yang came to the outside of the small courtyard.

The courtyard door was closed, and the memories of the master came like a tide...

After two years, Mo Yang returned here again, and his heart was filled with emotion.

However, everything has changed. The former master is gone. When he opened the courtyard door, he could no longer see the figure of the master.

He walked to the courtyard door, gently pushed it open, and then walked in.

Although everything around him was familiar to him, he could no longer feel the familiar atmosphere.

Mo Yang walked around the house and then sat cross-legged in the courtyard.

At night, Mufeng was unusually quiet. In addition to the sounds of insects and night owls from time to time, there was only the rustling sound of the night wind sweeping through the ancient trees.

Everything in the courtyard remained the same as when he left. The tables and chairs in the house, and even the stone benches in the courtyard were dust-free, obviously someone took care of them regularly.

Although Mu Feng was still there, he did not recruit new disciples.

Mo Yang sat cross-legged in the courtyard to practice, and the night passed in a flash.

The next morning, Mo Yang slowly opened his eyes. The morning dew wet the corners of his clothes. Mo Yang felt as if he had returned to the past. He had practiced and woken up many times before, and it was like this now.