Chapter 1724 The Old Monk’s Gift

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

My cheap old man may have really come back.

Then he used his spiritual mind to send a message and asked Xuan Ling if she had any strange feelings in the past few days.

But she didn't ask any more questions. After thinking for a moment, she shook her head.

Mo Yang sighed lightly. Xuan Ling didn't notice it. This was reasonable. After all, he could freely enter and leave the Star Emperor Tower, use the power inside, and sense the movement inside. He was just guessing, and there was no real truth. Sensing that person's presence.

After all, it was the Star King, so how could anyone be able to sense its existence...

Seeing that Xuan Ling seemed to want to ask something, Mo Yang ran away without hesitation and left the third floor of the Star Emperor Tower in a flash.

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

After swallowing so many treasure pills in the Star King Tower, although his cultivation level has not changed much and he has not been able to break through to the fifth level of the Creation Realm, his combat power has actually increased a lot.

Now, his physique should be no weaker than any strong person in the Creation Realm. Even if he encounters a being who does not belong to this realm, he can still fight with his strong physique.

"I just don't know what kind of powerful people 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, he will be in a short period of time. His whereabouts will not be exposed.

Now he wanted to see the movements of the ancient race by himself. In the central region, Mo Yang saw a battlefield. Judging from the waves on the battlefield that had not completely dissipated, it seemed that the war ended not long ago.

And on this battlefield, there are still powerful sword intentions remaining.

"Senior Sword Saint..."

Mo Yang scanned the battlefield and found some spilled battle blood, part of which belonged to the Sword Master.

Although he did not see the figure of the Sword Master, Mo Yang was also worried in his heart. It was not an option to continue like this.

These strong human beings who have helped him several times cannot last long...

In the Southern Wilderness, Mo Yang met the old monk from the Buddhist sect who was sweeping the floor. He was standing tremblingly on the top of a mountain, covered in blood. Although Mo Yang did not detect any injuries, the old monk seemed to be old. Many, with tiredness written all over their wrinkled faces.

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

"You can only see your true self when you see your original mind. This is the true Buddha. I have been wrong in the past. Only when you realize it can you achieve nirvana. Speaking of which, I have to thank you for this good fortune!" The old monk looked at Mo Yang with a serious expression.

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

The old monk then spoke.

Mo Yang didn't say anything. There were many grievances between the Buddha Sect and him, but in his heart he sincerely admired the sweeping old monk. If he wanted to become a Buddha, he should be like this old monk.

Mo Yang briefly chatted with the old monk sweeping the floor, and watched the bloody light above his head begin to gather. Mo Yang was about to leave, but the old monk looked at him and sighed: "

There are many geniuses in the world, but you are different from others. You give me a blessing, and today I will remove this curse for you! "

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

But before he could speak, the old monk sat down cross-legged, and a burst of chanting came from his mouth. His body slowly rose up in the air, and the golden light beneath him was vast. A huge golden lotus emerged, and the golden Buddha's light took him as his head. The center shines in all directions, filling the place with a sacred and peaceful atmosphere.

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

"boom……"

Suddenly, the old monk raised his hand a little, and with his movement, he sat down and a golden lotus petal seemed to be torn off by him, 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 went to explore his surroundings. After the golden beam of light penetrated into his body, it disappeared without a trace in an instant and could not be sensed at all.

But the old monk didn't stop, and then took action again, suddenly pointed out again, and another petal of the golden lotus under him flew up and turned into a beam of light and sank into Mo Yang's body.

The sound of chanting filled the sky, and golden lotuses bloomed all over the sky, as if they were rooted in the void. The old monk moved nine lotus petals into his body one after another. It was only then that Mo Yang felt a burning sensation in his body, as if there was something there. It was like fire burning inside him.

All around him, golden lotuses bloomed silently, and he vaguely felt as if something was being torn apart in his body, like chains being cut off.

However, the blood-colored brilliance that was slowly gathering in the sky seemed to have stopped. Mo Yang looked up and was surprised, secretly sighing that the Buddhist sect's method was indeed amazing, and it could even resolve this kind of tracking method.

The whole process lasted about as long as a stick of incense. At some point, the chanting sound that echoed in all directions stopped, and Mo Yang hurriedly looked at the old monk.

The golden lotus blooming in the void also disappeared silently. The old monk stood up slowly, looking normal. He clasped his hands together and silently recited a Buddhist chant. Then he turned around and left without saying anything.

"Thank you, Master, for your help!"

Mo Yang spoke.

The old monk stopped in his tracks, did not look back, and said, "You and I don't owe each other anything. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know that there are no demons or Buddhas in this world!"

"Senior, what did you see?" Mo Yang couldn't help but ask.

"All living beings!"

The old monk left these two words, then left step by step, disappearing from Mo Yang's sight after a few breaths.

Mo Yang froze in place for a long time. He raised his head and looked into the deep sky. The bloody brilliance had completely dissipated, but he still couldn't stay here. Although the bloody brilliance had not completely condensed before, the deep sky was still red after all.

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

In a place in the Central Territory, a big battle was taking place at this time. A woman in white came to the front of the mist and was fighting fiercely with a strong man from the ancient race.

Her originally snow-white dress was now covered in blood, and she looked seriously injured, but the battle was extremely fierce.

Mo Yang has been here before, but did not notice the situation here. This person is none other than Mo Yang, the Saint of Yaochi who came all the way from the far west. After leaving the seventh floor of the Star Emperor Tower, he came to the third floor. In the layer, although he did not notice any abnormal reaction from the tower soul, his intuition told him that his guess was not wrong.

My cheap old man may have really come back.

Then he used his spiritual mind to send a message and asked Xuan Ling if she had any strange feelings in the past few days.

But she didn't ask any more questions. After thinking for a moment, she shook her head.

Mo Yang sighed lightly. Xuan Ling didn't notice it. This was reasonable. After all, he could freely enter and leave the Star Emperor Tower, use the power inside, and sense the movement inside. He was just guessing, and there was no real truth. Sensing that person's presence.

After all, that is the Star King, how could anyone let just anyone sense its existence...🅆.

Seeing that Xuan Ling seemed to want to ask something, Mo Yang ran away without hesitation and left the third floor of the Star Emperor Tower in a flash.

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

After swallowing so many treasure pills in the Star King Tower, although his cultivation level has not changed much and he has not been able to break through to the fifth level of the Creation Realm, his combat power has actually increased a lot.

Now, his physique should be no weaker than any strong person in the Creation Realm. Even if he encounters a being who does not belong to this realm, he can still fight with his strong physique.

"I just don't know what kind of powerful people 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, he will be in a short period of time. His whereabouts will not be exposed.

Now he wanted to see the movements of the ancient race by himself. In the central region, Mo Yang saw a battlefield. Judging from the waves on the battlefield that had not completely dissipated, it seemed that the war ended not long ago.

And on this battlefield, there are still powerful sword intentions remaining.

"Senior Sword Saint..."

Mo Yang scanned the battlefield and found some spilled battle blood, part of which belonged to the Sword Master.

Although he didn't see the sword master, Mo Yang was worried in his heart. It was not an option to continue like this.

These strong human beings who have helped him several times cannot last long...

In the Southern Wilderness, Mo Yang met the old monk from the Buddhist sect who was sweeping the floor. He was standing tremblingly on the top of a mountain, covered in blood. Although Mo Yang did not detect any injuries, the old monk seemed to be old. Many, with tiredness written all over their wrinkled faces.

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

"You can only see your true self when you see your original mind. This is the true Buddha. I have been wrong in the past. Only when you realize it can you achieve nirvana. Speaking of which, I have to thank you for this good fortune!" The old monk looked at Mo Yang with a serious expression.

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

The old monk then spoke.

Mo Yang didn't say anything. There were many grievances between the Buddha Sect and him, but in his heart he sincerely admired the sweeping old monk. If he wanted to become a Buddha, he should be like this old monk.

Mo Yang briefly chatted with the old monk sweeping the floor, and watched the bloody light above his head begin to gather. Mo Yang was about to leave, but the old monk looked at him and sighed: "

There are many geniuses in the world, but you are different from others. You give me a blessing, and today I will remove this curse for you! "

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

But before he could speak, the old monk sat down cross-legged, and a burst of chanting came from his mouth. His body slowly rose up in the air, and the golden light beneath him was vast. A huge golden lotus emerged, and the golden Buddha's light took him as his head. The center shines in all directions, filling the place with a sacred and peaceful atmosphere.

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

"boom……"

Suddenly, the old monk raised his hand a little, and with his movement, he sat down and a golden lotus petal seemed to be torn off by him, 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 went to explore his surroundings. After the golden beam penetrated his body, it disappeared without a trace in an instant and could not be sensed at all.

The old monk did not stop, and then attacked again, suddenly pointing his finger 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 rooted in the void. The old monk moved continuously, and successively injected nine lotus petals into his body. Only then did Mo Yang feel a burst of heat in his body, as if there was a flame burning in his body.

All around him, golden lotus bloomed silently, and he felt faintly that something in his body was torn apart, like chains being cut off.

The blood-colored light that was originally slowly gathering in the sky seemed to have paused. Mo Yang looked up and was shocked. He secretly sighed that the means of this Buddhist sect were indeed extraordinary and could even resolve this tracking method.

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

The golden lotus blooming 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.