Chapter 1711 Tracking the Mark

Looking at the divine fortune teller in front of him, Mo Yang secretly sighed in his heart. He didn't know what to say at this time. What he never expected this time was that the divine fortune teller would take action and block it directly in front of the fog. .

You must know that Dang's danger here is much higher than elsewhere, because outside this fog, he has to face the most powerful ancient race.

"Senior, please take care of yourself!"

Mo Yang bowed to the fortune teller and then said this.

Although this place was outside the fog, Mo Yang still did not dare to stay too long.

No matter what the purpose of the ancient race is this time, he is the protagonist after all, and the killing order is targeted at him. Even if the ancient race wants to fully annex the human race, they will find ways to kill him.

If he stays here, he will only attract more ancient races, and perhaps he will attract those truly powerful people faster.

After bowing and saluting, he did not stop, turned around, activated the teleportation array, and left this bloody land.

"Now that these powerful men have taken action, I'm afraid the master is also fighting somewhere." Mo Yang whispered to himself.

Then he first arrived in the Southern Wilderness, where he saw countless battlefields and the corpses of countless powerful people from ancient races and various cultivation realms.

Mo Yang stopped on those battlefields for a long time, filled with emotions in his heart, and then turned around and left silently.

It turns out that he is not the only one facing this battle!

After leaving the Southern Wilderness, he traveled eastward. Instead of using the teleportation array, he directly activated the Shenfa Xingzi Scroll and saw many battlefields along the way.

He flew over several cities and saw many powerful figures from the Taigu race. Then he came all the way to the east and border, where he saw an extremely terrifying and tragic scene.

Because there is a battlefield here, which is extremely bloody and terrifying. The bones are piled up into mountains, and the blood stains the earth red. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

just him

I didn't see the person who took action, but judging from the corpses, it must have been a strong human race who fought here.

Mo Yang flew down and stood in front of the mountains of corpses, scanning the traces of battles deeply embedded in the ground, carefully capturing the remaining breath, and finally couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.

Here he caught Feng Rukong's breath, and Feng Rukong's battle blood was scattered here.

Then he carefully sensed the fluctuations within a radius of dozens of miles, but did not sense Feng Rukong.

"The fighting here has stopped. Could it be that the master has left?"

After muttering softly to himself, he stood up again and walked all the way to the East Territory, carefully sensing and searching for Feng Rukong's traces.

And Mo Yang didn't know that the battlefield was far from what he saw.

At this moment, a figure in white came from the far west of the continent, killing the enemy with blood on the battlefield in the west of the continent.

At this moment, an old monk passed away to nirvana in front of the Buddhist Sect in the Southern Wilderness. He immediately changed his appearance, shook the sky with several bursts of laughter, and then left the Southern Wilderness, transforming into a blood-stained demon monk to search and kill the ancient races. The strong one.

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It was also at this moment, in the mist of the Central Territory, among the ancient lands of several ancient races, that Mo Yang's figure appeared in the sky, with terrifying eyes staring at him.

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In the following days, Xuantian Continent seemed to be much calmer. At least the number of powerful ancient race experts who left the mist was not as large as before.

Mo Yang searched everywhere on Xuantian Continent, but found no trace of Feng Rukong.

As a disciple of Qian Zong, he naturally has something in his heart

What he was worried about was that after all, the battlefield on the eastern border was a bit scary. Even though he had experienced countless horrific battles and seen countless extremely bloody scenes, he was still moved by that battlefield.

These few days of peace gave Mo Yang a rare respite.

With the help of those healing pills and healing holy methods, his injuries completely recovered, and his condition returned to its peak state.

Even because the successive battles had exhausted all his skills, after returning to his peak state, his cultivation had improved a lot.

There are faint signs of breakthrough in cultivation.

That night, Mo Yang brought Xuan Ling out of the Star Emperor Tower. Now facing the several killing orders, he seemed to be extremely passive. However, because of the intervention of several strong people from the human race, the situation had actually been reversed. , he even occupies the active position, and at this time he plans to take the initiative.

He had arrived at those battlefields before and found that the fortune teller had indeed left the mist. Mo Yan did not see him there, nor did he see the senior sword master.

This is the most reassuring thing for Mo Yang!

These powerful human beings have great righteousness in their hearts, and Mo Yang does not want them to fall on the battlefield in this catastrophe.

After all, Mo Yang didn't count on anyone else from the beginning. He had already prepared for the worst. He actually had a lot of trump cards prepared, and he had the craziest plan in mind.

Under the thick darkness, Mo Yang and Xuan Ling shuttled through the night, frantically attacking the remaining ancient races.

Because most of the ancient races that have emerged from the fog are not that strong in cultivation, even if there are a few strong men in the early and middle stages of the Creation Realm, they can no longer pose any threat to Mo Yang today.

Xuan Ling's performance surprised Mo Yang, because facing some ancient races and ancient lands,

A strong person, she was very fierce when she struck, and showed no mercy at all.

That night, Mo Yang used many methods that he had not used for a long time, such as God and Demon Drunk, some highly poisonous pills, and some other seemingly inferior methods. In silence, even many powerful people of the ancient race did not notice it, and fell silently.

One night passed quickly, but it was unknown how many ancient race cultivators died that night, and Xuan Ling alone killed dozens of them.

The next morning, Mo Yang brought Xuan Ling back to the Southern Wilderness. The first wave of attacks of this must-kill order seemed to be coming to an end.

Now all Mo Yang had to do was to wait and watch the movements of the ancient race.

However, Mo Yang also knew in his heart that this kind of peace was only extremely short-lived and could not last too long.

And as he expected, he felt that a strong man was spying on him that night.

This was different from the soul-chasing secret technique of the strong man in Chixu Ridge, but a terrible deduction method, as if an invisible force directly locked him.

Originally, he was sitting cross-legged on a green mountain in the southern wilderness to regulate his breathing and practice, but soon after the feeling of being spied on appeared, the sky above his head suddenly shook, and then a dazzling light illuminated the sky...

Then the void collapsed, and a ray of dazzling Dao patterns condensed in the sky, turning into a special talisman that slammed down.

This was not a sure-kill method, but a special brand. Mo Yang had no way to avoid it. That special brand was directly imprinted into his body and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He carefully checked his body, and Zhou Shen didn't feel anything special, nor did he detect any other abnormalities.

But it was obviously different. Where he stood, there was a blood-colored light covering his head. It was an image that accompanied him.