Ancient Gods

After leaving the seventh floor of the Star Emperor Tower, Mo Yang came to the third floor. Although he did not find any abnormal reaction from the tower spirit, his intuition told him that his guess was not wrong.

His cheap father might have really come back.

Then he used his divine thoughts to ask Xuan Ling if she had any strange feelings during these days. Xuan Ling was a little confused. She was a little uncomfortable for a while when Mo Yang used divine thoughts to communicate with her face to face.

But she did not ask more. After thinking for a moment, she shook her head.

Mo Yang sighed lightly. Xuan Ling did not notice it, which was reasonable. After all, he could enter and exit the Star Emperor Tower freely, use the power inside, and sense the movement inside. He was just guessing and did not really sense the existence of that person.

After all, that was the Star Emperor, how could anyone sense his existence...

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Seeing that Xuan Ling seemed to want to ask something, Mo Yang did not hesitate and ran away directly. His figure flashed and he left the third floor of the Star Emperor Tower.

Mo Yang left the Star Emperor Tower. He had stayed in the Star Emperor Tower for several days. The ancient race might have launched a new round of hunting.

After swallowing so many precious pills in the Star Emperor Tower, although his cultivation level did not change much and he failed to break through to the fifth level of the Creation Realm, his combat power has actually increased a lot.

Now, his physique should not be weaker than any strong man in the Creation Realm. Even if he encounters an existence that does not belong to this realm, he can still fight with his strong physique.

"I just don't know what kind of strong man the ancient race will send to kill me..."

After Mo Yang left the Star Emperor Tower, he opened the teleportation array and left directly. Now he can't stay in the same place. Although his whereabouts can no longer be hidden because of the mysterious tracking technique, if he keeps changing places, his whereabouts will not be exposed in a short time.

Now he wants to see the movements of the ancient race himself. In the Central Region, Mo Yang saw a battlefield. Judging from the waves on the battlefield that have not yet completely dissipated, the war has not ended for long.

And on this battlefield, there are still strong sword intentions left at this time.

"Sword Saint Senior..."

Mo Yang scanned the battlefield and found some blood, some of which belonged to the Sword Saint.

Although he did not see the Sword Saint, Mo Yang was worried. This was not a solution.

These powerful human beings who helped him several times could not hold on for too long...

In the Southern Wilderness, Mo Yang met the old monk who swept the floor from the Buddhist sect. He stood trembling on a mountain, covered in blood. Although Mo Yang did not find any injuries, the old monk seemed to have aged a lot, and his wrinkled face was full of fatigue.

"Master, why did you change your mind?" Mo Yang said.

"Seeing the original heart will see the true self, this is the true Buddha. I was wrong in the past. Once I understand it, I can achieve Nirvana. Speaking of this, I have to thank you for this good fortune!" The old monk looked at Mo Yang with a serious look.

"If the Buddha was still there, he would never watch the human continent suffer this disaster!"

The old monk continued.

Mo Yang didn't say anything. There were many grievances between him and the Buddhist sect, but he sincerely admired the old monk who swept the floor. If he wanted to become a Buddha, he should be like this old monk.

Mo Yang chatted with the old monk for a few words. Looking at the blood-colored light above his head, Mo Yang was about to leave, but the old monk looked at him and sighed: "There are many geniuses in the world, and you are different from others. You gave me a chance, and today I will remove this curse for you!"

Mo Yang was a little surprised. This tracking method came from the strong of the ancient race. He had tried it several times, but he couldn't resolve it at all.

Before he could speak, the old monk sat down cross-legged, and a chanting sound came from his mouth. His body slowly rose into the air, and the golden light under him was magnificent. A huge golden lotus emerged. The golden Buddha light shone in all directions with him as the center, making this place full of a sacred and peaceful atmosphere.

Then, golden lotuses bloomed one after another around his body. In each golden lotus, there was a Buddha sitting cross-legged. In the blink of an eye, the sound of chanting filled the sky.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, the old monk raised his hand, and with his movement, a golden lotus petal under him seemed to be pulled off by him, and turned into a golden beam of light and rushed towards Mo Yang, and sank into Mo Yang's body in the blink of an eye.

Mo Yang hurriedly checked his body, and after the golden beam of light sank into his body, it disappeared without a trace in an instant, and he could not sense it at all.

The old monk did not stop his movement, and then he made another move, and suddenly pointed out again, and another petal of the golden lotus under him flew up, turning into a beam of light and sinking into Mo Yang's body.

The sound of chanting filled the sky, and the golden lotus bloomed all over the sky, as if it was rooted in the void. The old monk moved continuously, and successively hit nine lotus petals into his body. Until this time, Mo Yang felt a burst of heat in his body, as if there was a fire burning in his body.

Around him, golden lotus flowers bloomed silently. He felt something inside his body being torn apart, like chains being cut off.

The blood-colored light that was slowly gathering in the sky seemed to have paused. Mo Yang looked up and was shocked. He secretly sighed that the Buddhist sect's methods were indeed extraordinary and could even resolve such tracking methods.

The whole process lasted for about an incense stick of time. At some point, the chanting sound that resounded in all directions had stopped. Mo Yang then hurriedly looked at the old monk.

The golden lotus that bloomed in the void also disappeared silently. The old monk slowly stood up, looking normal. He put his hands together, silently chanted a Buddhist name, and then turned around and left without saying anything.

"Thank you for your help, Master!"

Mo Yang said.

The old monk paused, without looking back, and said: "You and I don't owe each other. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know that there are no demons or Buddhas in this world!"

"What did the senior see?" Mo Yang couldn't help asking.

"All living beings!"

The old monk left these two words, and then left step by step. After a few breaths, he disappeared from Mo Yang's sight.

Mo Yang was stunned for a long time. He looked up at the deep space. The blood-colored light had completely dissipated, but he couldn't stay here. Although the blood-colored light had not been completely condensed before, the deep space was still red.

He glanced in the direction where the old monk left, and then opened the teleportation array and left.

In a place in the Central Region, a great battle was taking place at this time. A woman in white unexpectedly descended in front of the fog and was fighting fiercely with a powerful person from the ancient race.

Her originally snow-white dress was now stained with blood. She looked seriously injured, but the battle was extremely fierce.

Mo Yang had passed by here before, but he did not notice the situation here. This person was none other than the Saint of Yao Chi who had come all the way from the Far West.