Ancient Gods

After waiting for the punishment to end, before everyone could come back to their senses, Mo Yang's body floated up on its own. How weird the scene was.

At this time, he was still sitting cross-legged, with his head down, and he had not woken up. It was obvious that there was a mysterious force supporting him.

Er Gouzi was startled, with a look of doubt in his eyes. He had not known how many times he had explored before, but Mo Yang's life force was completely lost, and there was no sign of life. Even he felt that Mo Yang might really die this time, but he did not expect Mo Yang's body to suddenly float up.

The young man from Gan Zong also changed his expression slightly, and then frowned!

He thought he was knowledgeable, but many things that happened to Mo Yang today were far beyond his cognition and had subverted common sense.

Before, he almost poured half of his true qi into Mo Yang's body. He could clearly sense the situation in Mo Yang's body. Mo Yang's vitality had been completely drained, and his meridians and Dantian had long been destroyed. After the true qi entered Mo Yang's body, it was like a wild horse running wild around Mo Yang.

He had no hope in his heart. As a cultivator, he knew very well what Mo Yang's injury meant. Unless those ancient supreme beings were resurrected, it would be useless for anyone to come. With such injuries, even a saint would definitely die. There was no possibility of survival.

But now Mo Yang's body actually floated up on its own, his face was frighteningly pale, as if he had been dead for a long time, and it looked indescribably weird.

The cultivators in the distance saw this scene and changed color one after another, especially Mu Lingxu, the ancestor of the Mu family. The wrinkles on his old cheeks trembled, and in addition to deep doubts, there was also a hint of shock.

He had carefully investigated several times before and confirmed that Mo Yang had fallen.

The scene in front of him was so strange that he even suspected that he was seeing things. He immediately spread his mind to sense, but there was still no life in Mo Yang, not even a trace of life energy.

"Ancestor, what's going on? Is this kid not dead?" An elder of the Mu family couldn't help but ask, his face full of confusion. Not to mention a newly-broken War King, even if it was a saint, once the life energy was gone, it would just be a corpse.

The crowd of onlookers exclaimed in surprise, and many cultivators were puzzled and started to discuss.

In the distance, Jiang Xunhuan frowned. Although he didn't say anything, it could be seen from the changes in his facial expression that he was also puzzled and surprised.

His eyes stayed on Mo Yang, as if he was still exploring Mo Yang's situation.

But no matter who it was, the result of the exploration was the same. No life energy could be sensed from Mo Yang, which was no different from a corpse.

"Damn, can you stop being so mysterious? What's going on with this guy? Is he dead?" Some cultivators couldn't help but swear. This scene was too weird.

"I also feel a chill on my spine. How can this guy be so weird even after death!" Other cultivators echoed.

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Amidst the many discussions, several elders of the Mu family gathered beside Mu Lingxu. They were obviously puzzled and waiting for the ancestor to speak.

"This boy is very evil. Let's see the situation first. If he is not dead, we can't let him live, otherwise there will be a variable in the future!" Mu Lingxu spoke, and the wrinkles on his face were shaking. The seemingly turbid eyes were flowing with divine light and flashing with murderous intent.

"No one can come back to life. Even the ancient supreme will only be a handful of yellow earth after death!"

Several elders of the Mu family changed color when they heard Mu Lingxu's words. It was the first time they heard that the ancestor valued a younger generation so much.

In midair, Mo Yang was sitting cross-legged, held by a mysterious force and floating there, motionless.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body was actually glowing, and in the blink of an eye, even his hair seemed to be dyed golden. The golden light shone through his body, like water waves flowing around him.

Then, a violent aura suddenly emanated from Mo Yang's body, spreading wildly in all directions with Mo Yang as the center.

The faces of the onlookers changed drastically, and they were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

The young man from Gan Zong and Er Gouzi were also shocked, and they hurriedly retreated.

Under the gaze of countless shocked eyes, Mo Yang's body trembled slightly, and then his body began to crack like porcelain. It can be clearly seen that there are cracks spreading on Mo Yang's body, but just as Mo Yang's body was about to completely collapse, those wounds began to heal rapidly.

This is like a cycle of life and death, one after another, every time it reaches the edge of collapse, the injuries begin to heal rapidly, alternating cycles.

Er Gouzi didn't know when he actually jumped onto the shoulder of the young man from Gan Zong. He kept rubbing his eyes with his claws, his eyes full of surprise.

"Damn it, how many secrets does this damn kid have? He actually has such a trick. I thought he was dead!" Er Gouzi said in doubt.

At this time, it has been confirmed that Mo Yang has not fallen at all, otherwise it would be impossible to continue to transform.

"The body is broken and reshaped, like a rebirth. Is it because of the opening of the Spirit Palace?" Jiang Xunhuan stood in the distance and murmured. This transformation process is dangerous and painful, but very thorough. Once the transformation is over, the benefits are unimaginable. Not to mention other things, the body will become extremely strong after being reshaped and tempered again and again.

Mo Yang's body is shrouded in golden light. The true energy flowing on his body is like a cluster of jumping flames. The scene is like the legendary Phoenix God Clan's rebirth in the fire.

As his body was reshaped several times, a breath suddenly emanated from Mo Yang's body, which almost made Er Gouzi curse.

This was the breath of the second level of the War King Realm. There was no doubt that Mo Yang had not fallen yet, but had broken through. He had just broken through the shackles and reached the War King Realm, and now he had actually broken through to the second level of the War King Realm.

The ancestors of the Mu family and the elders of the clan stood in place, and no one spoke, but it could be seen that their faces became more solemn and the murderous intent in their eyes became stronger. They naturally felt that Mo Yang was not dead, but had become stronger.

The elders of the Mu family could not help but look up to the sky, fearing that another heavenly punishment would come, but the sky seemed very calm, and there was no change like before.

"Is this guy really going against the sky? How could he break through the realms one after another!"

There were constant exclamations from the crowd. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe it if such a thing was spread out.

At this time, the pale color on Mo Yang's face had faded by half, and his body was suspended in the air. Although he still hadn't woken up, he was different from before, because at this time he exuded a strong blood fluctuation in his body, and most importantly, his aura was still growing.

The faces of the Mu family's strong men changed from shock to endless gloom. No one expected that the result would be like this in the end.

"Nima, breaking through to the second level of the War King is not enough, is it possible to reach the third level of the War King directly?" Feeling the aura emanating from Mo Yang, many cultivators were stunned, feeling like they were dreaming.