Ancient Gods

Mo Yang's heart gradually became empty. He could vaguely feel that there seemed to be some residual Taoism here. Although it had been eroded by endless years, it seemed that there were still some strange fluctuations.

"This Taoshan was probably not simple in the past..."

Mo Yang frowned and whispered. It seemed that there were some emperor-level Tao marks engraved here, but it was ultimately no match for the years.

He sat down on a stone bench nearby, closed his eyes and meditated, concentrating on sensing.

After a long time, Zhao Xiaoxiao came and looked at Mo Yang with a face full of resentment. She said, "Can you stop running around? I've almost searched all these mountains!"

Mo Yang slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of light seemed to flash in his eyes.

Zhao Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes hurriedly, then moved closer to look, and didn't see anything unusual, so she said: "It seems that several Tianjiao are about to take action. It's luck to encounter such things. Let's go and take a look!"

Mo Yang didn't say anything, and stood up and walked towards another hill with Zhao Xiaoxiao. There was a ring there, which was left by the strong. Because it was covered by several formations, even if the cultivators who were sparring tried their best, there would be no aftereffects.

When Mo Yang and Zhao Xiaoxiao came to the outside of the crowd, the place was already surrounded by a dark crowd.

There were already two figures standing on the ring. I don't know which two Tianjiaos of the big forces they were, and their cultivation had already entered the realm of Saint Emperor.

Xu Qing and others were also sitting in the stands. When Mo Yang came to the outside of the crowd, he glanced at Mo Yang intentionally or unintentionally.

For a while, exclamations rang out in pieces. The two young men on the ring took action and actually used the means at the bottom of the box at the beginning, which surprised Mo Yang a little.

However, the formation left on this ring is very powerful. Now that it is running, it condenses into a huge light curtain that covers the entire ring.

If the two people's powerful attacks were placed outside, the aftermath would be enough to flatten this piece of peach mountain, but it didn't even make the light curtain tremble.

"These geniuses are so strong!"

Zhao Xiaoxiao spoke on the side. As the pearl of the Zhao family, her cultivation is not weak in the place where the family is located, but in front of these powerful geniuses, she is like an ant.

"Not bad, it's more interesting than the previous battle!" Mo Yang said.

This sentence made Zhao Xiaoxiao almost vomit blood. Although there are many geniuses who have reached the Saint Emperor realm in the entire wilderness, they are not many. Only those powerful forces that occupy one side can cultivate them.

The two fought quickly. After more than ten rounds, both sides stopped at the same time, and then saluted each other, and then left the ring.

"It's really a competition, so stop when it's enough..." Mo Yang smacked his lips. He thought it would be interesting, but it turned out that both of them were scared after a few seconds.

"The Taoshan Festival is a martial arts exchange, not a life-and-death stage, so it's natural to stop when it's enough!" Zhao Xiaoxiao said.

Mo Yang didn't say anything. Instead of watching this kind of battle, it's better to watch the peach blossoms in all directions and feel the fluctuations of the Dao traces that seem to be there and not there, and maybe you can gain something.

"Look, I'll go around by myself!" After saying that, Mo Yang turned and left.

It was noon in a blink of an eye. Some merchants came to Taoshan to camp here in advance, and all kinds of delicious food were not inferior to those in the restaurants in the city.

Mo Yang stopped in front of an open-air stall and ordered a pot of sake called Taohuaniang.

Not long after he sat down, a young man sat down opposite him and said to Mo Yang: "Brother, your companion seems to have encountered some trouble!"

Mo Yang paused slightly, and then heard the young man continue to speak: "I saw Xu Qing from the Holy Sect talking to you before. I remember that there was a girl traveling with you at that time. She seemed to have provoked someone from the Wuji Temple!"

Mo Yang silently glanced at the young man. He had some impression of this person. He should be from the Holy Sect and seemed to be traveling with Xu Qing last night.

He didn't say anything, then got up and left.

With Zhao Xiaoxiao's personality, it seems understandable that she accidentally provoked others. After all, the little girl has a bit of a tough temper. However, Mo Yang felt that someone might be behind this matter, and the biggest possibility was Xu Qing.

Back to the arena where the Tianjiao was sparring, there was indeed a commotion among the crowd. Several young men surrounded Zhao Xiaoxiao in the middle, and two of them seemed to be scolding angrily.

Mo Yang glanced at Xu Qing who was standing not far away, and then walked over silently.

"Are you from Wuji Palace?" Mo Yang came behind the young men and asked calmly.

Several people turned around and glanced at Mo Yang. One of them sneered and said, "Boy, don't run around if you don't have any cultivation. This is not the place for you!"

Mo Yang glanced at Zhao Xiaoxiao. She was just blocked here. It seemed that these people didn't do anything.

"She is my friend. Please make way!" Mo Yang continued.

"Make way? Boy, are you blind?" The man who just spoke sneered.

"Three!"

Mo Yang counted calmly. There was no change on his face, like a piece of ice that had been frozen for eternity. He only frowned occasionally.

"Boy, you are interesting!" The man was stunned, and then a fierce light appeared in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and patted Mo Yang's cheek, like a gangster bullying civilians on the street.

"Two!" Another voice came out of Mo Yang's mouth.

"Boy, are you threatening us? Do you know..."

Before the man finished speaking, Mo Yang counted: "One!"

"Ah..."

Then, a scream was heard, like a spell, instantly making the place dead silent.

The young man from Wuji Hall who spoke had blood flowing from his chest, and a fist-sized blood hole was transparent from front to back.

Mo Yang still stood there silently, as if he had never moved, his expression was the same as before, and his brows did not frown.

"Puff..."

Then, he made a move, put his hands on the young man's shoulders, and then suddenly pulled to both sides, two waves of blood gushed out instantly, and the man's two arms were actually torn off alive by him.

The other cultivators around hurriedly retreated after they came to their senses, fearing that the blood would spray on them.

Before everyone could react, the man was slapped away by Mo Yang.

Mo Yang did not continue to take action, and several young men from Wuji Hall beside him were stunned at this time, and they had not come to their senses for a while.

Even Zhao Xiaoxiao was completely stunned. She knew that Mo Yang was strong, but she didn't expect him to be so brave.

Mo Yang glanced at a few people, then calmly walked forward a few steps, pulled the stunned Zhao Xiaoxiao out, turned around and left.

At this time, the other people in Wuji Hall came back to their senses, and everyone was furious.

Mo Yang did not turn around, and said lightly: "If you do it, Taoshan will be your burial place!"