Ancient Gods

After Mo Yang finished speaking, his eyes fell on the porcelain doll-like little guy again.

He immediately spread his divine thoughts and silently explored the little guy's situation. After confirming that the little guy was not hurt, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The ancestor of the Tianyan Divine Dynasty looked at Mo Yang, and his eyes were extremely complicated. In addition to shock and disbelief, there were many other emotions.

After hearing Mo Yang's words, he was stunned for a while.

And the little guy who was tightly held in his arms also looked at Mo Yang silently. His little face was extremely delicate. At first glance, he looked like a porcelain doll. A pair of big black gemstone eyes blinked from time to time, and there was no sign of nervousness at all.

For a while, no one spoke, just staring at each other silently.

Mo Yang stared at the little guy in front of him. He could feel the close feeling between the blood, and the feeling in his heart was indescribable.

To be honest, when it comes to getting along between father and son, he has no experience at all.

Because since he was a child, since he could remember, he was an orphan. Not to mention feeling the love of his parents, he had never even seen his father and mother.

So much so that when he saw his son at this time, for a moment, he, the great devil who killed countless people in the eyes of countless people, was a little nervous.

The little guy blinked his big eyes, looked at Mo Yang for a moment, broke free from the arms of the ancestor of Tianyan Divine Dynasty, walked forward a few steps, tilted his head to think about it, and asked in a baby voice: "Are you the father?"

Although the little guy is still young, it can be heard from his tone that he is also a little excited at this time. He has seen Mo Yang's portrait, but now seeing a living person, he is still a little timid and dare not rush over directly.

Mo Yang walked forward slowly and came to the little guy. Seeing that the little guy looked up at him without blinking, Mo Yang slowly squatted down, a smile appeared on his face, reached out and gently touched the little guy's head, and asked: "Are you Xiao Zilong?"

The little guy nodded seriously, and then said in a serious manner: "My name is Mo Zilong!"

"My name is Mo Yang!" Mo Yang said with a smile.

Father and son meet, if outsiders hear this conversation, I'm afraid everyone will find it strange, they are actually introducing themselves to each other, especially the little guy, who is very orderly, not like a two or three-year-old child at all, but more like a little adult...

After the ancestor of the Heavenly Dao Divine Dynasty came back to his senses, he looked at Mo Yang with a complicated expression. He didn't interrupt, but just watched silently, but his mood was turbulent.

He disappeared for several years, and now he suddenly appeared. Not only is he alive and well, but his cultivation is much stronger than before, giving him a feeling of unfathomable.

He was completely relieved in his heart and didn't worry about anything at all.

...

"Aren't you afraid at all?" Mo Yang couldn't help asking.

"No, I knew my father would come back to save me. My mother said you are a very powerful person. The bad guys in Yaowang Valley seem to be very afraid of my father. They are very angry when they hear my father's name!" The little guy shook his head seriously and spoke in a baby voice.

Until Mo Yang pulled him over and hugged him tightly in his arms, he hugged Mo Yang's neck tightly.

"It's my father's fault. Let's go home!" Mo Yang picked up the little guy.

Mo Yang still felt a little at a loss when he suddenly had such a son.

At this time, the ancestor of Tianyan Divine Dynasty said, "Boy, you have disappeared for several years. Where have you been?"

Mo Yang sighed and said, "I entered a secret realm a few years ago, and I just got out of it!"

Mo Yang didn't say much, then took a step out and left the dungeon. Then he thought about it and took the little guy and the ancestor of the Divine Dynasty out of the Xinghuang Tower.

At this time, the depths of Yaowang Valley had been completely flattened by the four-legged dragon. The previous palaces and pavilions were completely turned into ruins, and a large amount of smoke and dust covered the sky.

The ancestor of Tianyan Divine Dynasty was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He looked at the ruins with horror on his face, and he could hardly believe this scene.

Yaowang Valley was actually flattened by Mo Yang.

Although there are still some disciples of Yaowang Valley screaming and fleeing, there is a figure who is frantically attacking, and groups of blood mist exploded one after another.

Mo Yang looked at the little guy in his arms, worried that he would scare him, so he stretched out his hand to cover the little guy's eyes.

After about a cup of tea, a young man flew down, first glanced at the ancestor of the Tianyan Divine Dynasty and the little guy in Mo Yang's arms, and then said: "Boy, they are all dead, but I didn't see the figure of the ancient race, they should not be in the Medicine King Valley!"

Mo Yang nodded, and then moved his palm away from the little guy's eyes.

He looked up at Mo Yang, then looked at the four-legged dragon who was looking at him, and then said crisply: "Hello, uncle!"

"Tsk tsk, the little guy is quite smart, really likable, just based on this cleverness, you are much better than your father!" The four-legged dragon was also a little happy when he heard it.

As it said that, it flipped its palm, and a silver-white battle armor appeared in its hand. Then it handed it to the little guy and said, "This armor is for you. In the future, when you meet bad guys, they can't hurt you!"

Mo Yang was a little surprised. He looked at the four-legged dragon. This guy has always been stingy. No one is more stingy than it. Now he actually took out such a treasure and gave it to him.

This treasure armor is very extraordinary. Even Mo Yang can't tell its grade, but it can be seen that it is definitely a treasure.

The little dragon's eyes were a little excited, but he didn't dare to take it for a while, but looked up at Mo Yang.

Mo Yang reached out and touched his head, smiling: "This is the gift from uncle, go!"

The four-legged dragon raised his hand and rolled the little guy over, then raised his hand and drew a drop of blood from the little guy's fingertips, dripped it on the armor, and patiently taught the little guy how to use it...

The armor can be big or small. After dripping blood to recognize the master, the little guy quickly mastered the method of use. With a thought, the armor was like a spirit, and it was put on his body. The divine light flowed, not too big or too small, just right.

"Thank you, uncle!" The little guy looked happy, constantly looking at the armor on his body, and then raised his head and said thank you crisply.

"I won't give you other uncles. Your father has as many treasures as you want. If you want anything, go to him, especially those spiritual medicines, which are piled up like a mountain in his tower!" The four-legged dragon pointed at Mo Yang.

The ancestor of the Divine Dynasty looked at the four-legged dragon suspiciously, wondering in his heart, this young man seemed extremely terrifying, who is this sacred person?

In the past, Mo Yang was only followed by a dog, could this person be the dead dog in disguise?

He couldn't help but ask Mo Yang: "Is this person that Er Gouzi?"

The four-legged dragon, who was originally smiling, heard this and his face immediately darkened.

It has heard a lot of rumors about Er Gouzi recently. That guy has a very bad reputation. Many people want to eat him alive when they mention him. This old man actually regards himself as that dead dog...