Ancient Gods

In the East Region, Mo Yang was still flying. He did not hide in the Star Emperor Tower. His whereabouts could not be hidden at all. Several ancient races carried some secret treasures and could always see his whereabouts.

Since he killed those ancient races in the South Wilderness, he has been fighting all the way. Although he has been seriously injured in the battle, his fighting spirit is getting stronger and stronger.

Mo Yang did not know that the sword known as the Sword Saint of the Human Race had been unsheathed, and he did not know that two powerful people of the God and Demon Ancient Palace at the peak of the Creation Realm were killed on the mountain in the South Wilderness.

He did not know that outside the fog in the Central Region, there was an old man known as the God of Calculation who sat cross-legged facing the fog silently, blocking it alone. When he raised his hand, several ancient races were wiped out.

He also did not know that at the border of the East Region, there was a middle-aged man standing there, blocking waves of ancient races.

I didn't expect that there would be an old monk in the Southern Wilderness who would put down the worn-out broom in his hand and leave the Buddhist sect, and shout out what he had said after killing a powerful enemy...

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Time passed silently, and Mo Yang fought in the Eastern Region. After several battles, he was covered in blood and was seriously injured. He had to enter the Star Emperor Tower to heal his wounds, because there were too many ancient races in the outside world, and the strong men from the ancient lands of each ancient race had already taken action, and he could not kill them all.

In the Star Emperor Tower, after a day of healing, Mo Yang silently stopped his work. He checked his body and found that his injuries had recovered by 60%, and his strength had also recovered by more than half.

Then he stood up, a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then his figure flashed and left the Star Emperor Tower.

In this situation, he couldn't wait until his injuries were completely healed. While the strong men from the ancient lands of the ancient races didn't take action, he had to kill more of them. The more he killed, the more he earned.

On this day, Mo Yang descended on several cities one after another. After a series of battles, he flew away covered in blood.

On this day, he killed more than ten strong men from the ancient races, some from Chixu Ridge, some from Chaos Dragon Pool, some from the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons, and even some of them were the royal family of Taixu Mountain.

After a day of fighting, Mo Yang flew to a green mountain in the evening. That night, it rained heavily. Mo Yang stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the endless rain curtain, and felt a little confused.

Because before coming to the East Region, he met several ancient races with strong cultivation, but today, he didn't even meet a person in the realm of creation, let alone a strong man beyond the realm of creation.

You have to know that the ancient races have jointly issued more than one kill order, and the number of the chasing army must be extremely large, but the situation he encountered today is somewhat unreasonable.

He never thought that there was still a figure standing at the border of the East Region. There was a sea of ​​blood and corpses in front of him. The blood directly gathered into a winding stream, dyeing the land in all directions into a dark red. Countless corpses piled up together, forming a small hill, and the pungent stench spread out for dozens of miles.

I don’t know how many ancient races fell here, and behind him is the East Region.

Not only here, in the Central Region, a blood-stained sword has killed countless figures, and some ancient race masters. Judging from the sword marks lying on the ground, the battlefield has spread for hundreds of miles.

In front of the fog, the divine fortune teller opened and closed his hands, blocking more than a dozen masters...

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That night, it was a night of heavy rain.

Mo Yang stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the direction of the Central Region, and then opened the teleportation array and left the East Region.

At the same time, in the western part of Xuantian Continent, on the top of Kunlun Mountain in the far west, the bronze door of the Yaochi Ancient Holy Land, which had been closed for a long time, opened wide. A figure in white rushed out of the bronze door, looked back, and then sealed the bronze door again with a secret method, and then left the Kunlun Mountain in a flash.

After Mo Yang returned to the Central Region, he saw a bloody sword in Muwang City. The Sword Saint stood on the gate of Muwang City, covered with blood mist, some of which were his and some of the enemy's.

"Senior!"

Mo Yang flew down and saluted the Sword Saint.

Mo Yang was very surprised. He didn't expect that at this juncture, the Sword Saint would come out of seclusion and kill the ancient race directly, because Mo Yang spread his divine consciousness and found that there were actually many corpses of the ancient race strongmen in this Muwang City.

At this time, he suddenly realized that it was no wonder that there were almost no ancient race strongmen who poured into the East Region in the past few days. It turned out that he was not the only one who took action.

Seeing the blood-stained Sword Saint, Mo Yang felt grateful and touched.

"Senior, the human race is lucky to have you!"

Mo Yang looked at the Sword Saint and couldn't help but speak.

The Sword Saint looked at Mo Yang, with a faint smile on his tired face, and looked at Mo Yang for a moment, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's good to grow to this point!"

Then he continued: "It's a great blessing to have you. You are the seed of hope. I just go with the flow and do my part!"

Mo Yang didn't say much, clasped his fists towards the Sword Saint, and said: "Senior, take care of yourself. After this disaster, I will go to Jianshan to treat you to a drink!"

Mo Yang knew that his whereabouts were not a secret, so he didn't dare to stay here for long.

The Sword Saint laughed up to the sky and said heavily: "Okay!"

Mo Yang turned and left. Not long after, he landed outside the fog in the Central Region. He didn't plan to come here, but because he sensed that a war had broken out here, he came to check.

Who would have thought that from a distance, he would see a familiar figure fighting fiercely, especially when he got close to her, the aura that was dissipating made Mo Yang's heart palpitate.

"Boom..."

In mid-air, the Divine Calculator slapped down with one palm, crushing a powerful ancient race directly. Then he formed seals with his hands, and a seal crushed down, and the blood mist that broke open was directly wiped out.

Mo Yang looked at the battlefield, and his heart was extremely shocked.

"Senior!"

Mo Yang flew in front of the Divine Calculator, and his heart was full of waves. The Divine Calculator actually blocked here directly. The powerful man who was killed just now had a cultivation level of at least above the Creation Realm, but from the traces of the battle here, it was obvious that more than one battle broke out.

The Divine Calculator looked at Mo Yang and nodded slightly.

"You don't need to say anything more. This is a catastrophe for the human race. As a human race, no one can get out of it!"

Without waiting for Mo Yang to speak, the Divine Calculator said this first.

Mo Yang sighed and then said, "Senior, this place is too dangerous. I have other plans. Please leave here as soon as possible!"

Mo Yang knew how dangerous it was to stand here. He might even be in danger of falling at any time. Even if the Divine Calculator was strong, once those dormant strongest people took action, the result would be disastrous.

Mo Yang naturally didn't want the Divine Calculator to fall here, so he had to say this.

The Divine Calculator sighed and said, "I will stay here for one more day!"