Ancient Gods

With Mo Yang's current cultivation, he could sense everything in the city with a sweep of his mind.

In an alley in the city, Mo Yang sensed a familiar breath.

Mo Yang was very surprised because it seemed to be Meng Xianyin.

"Boy, who?" Er Gouzi looked at Mo Yang suspiciously.

"You'll know if you sense it yourself!" Mo Yang said.

"Boy, what the hell, so mysterious..." Er Gouzi said suspiciously and spread his mind to sense.

Mo Yang didn't expect Meng Xianyin to appear here. Compared with Xianyin Pavilion, this area is undoubtedly extremely remote.

He had heard by chance that Meng Xianyin had left Xianyin Pavilion and was no longer a disciple of Xianyin Pavilion. He didn't expect to meet her here.

"Hey, it's Meng Xiaoniu. Tsk tsk, life is full of encounters. Boy, you and her are destined to meet each other. You can meet her in this place where no one is going to shit." After Er Gouzi focused his mind and sensed it, he looked at Mo Yang with a strange look.

Mo Yang was speechless for a while. What did this have to do with her?

Even the Saint of Yao Chi beside him looked at Mo Yang, with a bit of strangeness in her eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I have nothing to do with her, not even a hair's breadth of experience!" Mo Yang said speechlessly.

"Boy, who knows your own affairs, but you don't need to explain, I know your character!" Er Gouzi curled his lips.

Er Gouzi then concentrated and sensed it again, and said, "Boy, those black-clothed men just now seemed to be coming for Meng Xiaoniu, either to rob her of her money or her sex, and now they are stuck in a dead end. If you want to be a hero and save the beauty, the time has come..."

Mo Yang also sensed it naturally.

Before, he was wondering why a group of black-clothed cultivators suddenly appeared in this small town, and everyone's cultivation was not weak. Now it seems that they have been chasing Meng Xianyin all the way here.

In the sense, the scene in the alley appeared very clearly in Mo Yang's mind.

Meng Xianyin has been surrounded by more than ten black-clothed cultivators.

With Meng Xianyin's cultivation, she will surely die if nothing unexpected happens today.

Moreover, she is seriously injured at this time. Surrounded by more than ten cultivators who have reached the extraordinary realm, she may not even have the strength to resist.

"Boy, do you want me to help you and tie that girl up to be your maid?" Er Gouzi just finished speaking, and instantly felt that Yao Chi Saint Girl cast two cold eyes at him.

"Forget it, your own business, you can handle it yourself!" Er Gouzi hurriedly changed his words.

Mo Yang frowned slightly. Although Meng Xianyin is good-looking, she doesn't look like a robber. More than ten black-clothed people are murderous. They are either here to rob Meng Xianyin of her things or to kill her.

After a slight hesitation, Mo Yang said, "Let's go over and take a look!"

Although there is no connection between the two, some things have happened before. Since they met today, it can be regarded as some cause and effect in the dark.

After saying that, Mo Yang stood up and walked towards the alley.

The face of the Saint of Yao Chi was calm and without any expression, she also stood up silently and left the teahouse with Mo Yang.

After walking through several remote alleys, the two people and the beast came to the alley where Meng Xianyin was trapped.

At this time, Meng Xianyin retreated to one side of the alley, holding the long sword tightly with both hands, and was confronting those black-clothed cultivators.

It can be seen that she was indeed seriously injured, her face was pale, and there was some dried blood at the corners of her mouth...

Her dress had been cut many times, and her fair skin was faintly visible.

Mo Yang did not speak, but directly searched the memory of a black-clothed cultivator in secret, and immediately understood the cause and effect.

As he guessed, a Taoist temple was discovered a few days ago, and these people broke into it, and Meng Xianyin seemed to have obtained a volume of exercises from it, so the group chased all the way here.

"Meng Xianyin, hand over your skills, and I'll leave you with an intact body today!" A man in black said coldly, pointing his sword at Meng Xianyin from a distance.

"Look carefully, there is no one else here. Even if we humiliate you and kill you, no one will come to save you! The skills will still belong to us at that time!"

"And you are no longer a disciple of Xianyin Pavilion. Don't expect Xianyin Pavilion to avenge you!"

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More than a dozen black-clothed cultivators blocked the alley, and the other side was a high city wall. There were other black-clothed cultivators outside the city, and Meng Xianyin had no way to escape.

"Tsk tsk, this girl was once a prodigy of Xianyin Pavilion, and she was also pretty and had many admirers. I didn't expect her to end up like this!" Er Gouzi smacked his lips and spoke in a low voice.

"It's really the law of the jungle. Think about that old man from the Taihuang Sect who used his high level of cultivation to rob others of their opportunities..."

Er Gouzi looked at Mo Yang and said, "Boy, if you don't do anything, I will. I'm not going to save this girl, I just can't stand the behavior of these people!"

Mo Yang pondered for a moment and said, "Who said there's no one here?"

As Mo Yang's voice spread, the black-clothed people in the alley were all startled, and then they all turned to look at Mo Yang.

But now Mo Yang is just a strange young man in their eyes, and there is no fluctuation that a cultivator should have.

After a slight look, a trace of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the more than ten black-clothed people.

"Where did this fool come from? He still wants to be a hero to save the beauty. Who will kill him? The girl next to him is pretty good, catch her alive!" The black-clothed man in the lead spoke coldly.

Mo Yang glanced at the Saint of Yao Chi, feeling a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that the Saint of Yao Chi would also become the target of the other party.

However, the Saint of Yao Chi didn't say anything. The expression on her face seemed to be unchanged for eternity. There was no anger or other emotional changes.

At this time, a black-clothed cultivator flashed towards Mo Yang at a high speed, and a long sword with a cold glow pierced straight into Mo Yang's head.

Seeing the long sword coming, Mo Yang frowned slightly, slowly stretched out his hand, and clamped the long sword with two fingers, and then flicked his fingers lightly.

The long sword made a slight sound, and the sword body made of refined steel was instantly shattered. At the same time, a majestic and boundless force rushed into the body of the man in black with the long sword.

The man in black didn't even have time to scream, and his body fell directly to the ground, as if he was directly shaken into a ball of mud.

Meng Xianyin, who was at the end of the alley, stared at Mo Yang in horror, then looked at the Saint of Yao Chi beside Mo Yang, and a trace of doubt rose in her heart.

Because the strange man in front of her gave her a sense of déjà vu.

Because in her memory, there was once such a person, who was equally powerful, but the one lying on his shoulder was not a cat, but a black dog.