It wasn't until two days later that Mo Xinchen walked out of Heaven.

He looked very cautious, and after scanning his surroundings to confirm that it was safe, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Without hesitation, he performed the Heaven-Stepping Footwork, sweeping all the way, and at the same time couldn't help but say to himself, "Who is the Holy Lord who shot at me before?"

He didn't have a clue, after all, there were too many Saint Lord-level masters in the Eastern Wilderness.

It is not the lord of the holy land who will be called the holy lord, such as the head of the Guwu Jiang family and the Guwu Zhou family, in the mouth of the world, they are also called the holy lord.

Regardless of the Eight Holy Lands, the Ancient Martial Family alone, in this Eastern Wilderness Land, there are no less than ten, and with the addition of some powerful loose cultivators, there are dozens of Holy Lord-level figures.

Even if the elimination method was used, Mo Xinchen couldn't guess who the person who made the shot was.

However, the most likely one should be the First Cloud Holy Lord.

After all, the Holy Son Xiang Tianhua was cut off by his own arm and fled with serious injuries.

Not long ago, outside the Heavenly Court Mountain Gate, more than a dozen Dao Cutting Realm masters of the Early Cloud Holy Land died in his hands.

If you really want to talk about it, the person who secretly made a move, the possibility of the First Cloud Holy Lord is certainly much greater.

However, it doesn't matter who it is to Mo Xinchen.

He performed the footwork of stepping on the sky, swept through the sky and the great wilderness, and finally came to an ancient city on the second day.

L.a.!

Looking at the entire land of Yizhou, this city can definitely be called a first-class monk city.

Mo Xinchen entered the city, intending to rest here for half a day before continuing his journey.

Now, he can feel that his cultivation is not far from breaking through to the late stage of the Dao Ruins Realm.

Moreover, with powerful exercises such as asking the Immortal Seal, intercepting the Heaven Finger, and finding the Ming Sword, he can easily kill the other party against an ordinary Heaven Master of the Dao Cutting Realm.

Not to mention, now in his hands, there are two great holy soldiers, the Ziyang Bow and the Burial Immortal Halberd.

"In the battle of the Huaiqi Mountains, all parties suffered heavy losses, and many elites and masters died, but in the end, they ended up empty-handed. ”

"I heard that everything was taken by the immortal Mo Xinchen, and even the ancient coffin of the saint was not left. ”

"Once this son turned into a dragon, his rise was unstoppable, and he showed such a powerful combat power with the strength of the Ruins Realm, and his invincible demeanor was unparalleled in the world. ”

"He realized the holy law inherited by the saint in Youzhou, and got the purple yang bow of Daoyan, and I heard that there is also a jet-black halberd, which is also a holy soldier, it is really the son of heaven, such a character, growing up in the future, I don't know what kind of height I can reach. ”

"Whether he can grow or not, in the battle of the Huaiqi Mountains, he killed many masters of the major forces, even though the major forces were afraid of the mysterious powerhouse behind him, and did not dare to blatantly attack him, but secretly, if he wanted to kill Mo Xinchen, it was too simple for the holy lands and the ancient family. ”

Walking in Los Angeles, what Mo Xinchen didn't expect was that what happened in the Huaiqi Mountains was now spreading all over the Eastern Wilderness, and people were talking about it everywhere.

He didn't pay attention to the remarks around him, and walked alone in Los Angeles, and soon Mo Xinchen found that there seemed to be an unexpectedly large number of cultivators coming and going in this city.

"Is there something going to happen again?"

He felt that something was wrong, and sure enough, after many inquiries, Mo Xinchen learned a piece of news that made him excited.

Not far from Los Angeles, in a certain mountain range, someone found a holy treasure.

The so-called holy treasure is the treasure of the saint, I heard that this is a saint who loves to collect magic weapons, he hid these magic weapons in a mountain range outside Los Angeles, tens of thousands of years ago, and finally was discovered.

And the one who discovered this holy treasure was none other than the Guwu Wang family, as early as half a month ago, many masters of the Wang family were secretly sent here.

"No wonder there is no one from the Wang family in the Huaiqi Mountain Range, it turns out that all the people are sent here. Mo Xinchen muttered to himself.

The treasure of the saint, and he is also a saint who loves to collect magic weapons, among these magic weapons, I am afraid that there will be a lot of wasted weapons!

Not long after learning the news, Mo Xinchen left Los Angeles alone and walked into the mountains.

By now, the news of the Holy Treasure could no longer be hidden, and more and more cultivators heard the news and rushed to it quickly.

At this moment, in the mountains near Los Angeles, there are cultivators walking around, looking for the so-called holy treasure.

But after a few days, the mountains near Los Angeles have been searched by the cultivators for an unknown number of times, and no one has seen the so-called saint's treasure at all.

"In an area within a radius of hundreds of miles, almost every inch of land has been dug up, how can there be any holy treasures, where did the news come from, it can't be just a rumor, right?"

Walking in the mountains, Mo Xinchen couldn't help but hear some people's discussions and complaints in his ears.

"It seems that the news leaked by the Guwu Wang's family, and they sent someone to look for it half a month ago. ”

"I heard that the royal family's holy son 'Wang Zihao' is also around here, and he has been here for several days. ”

"Oh, the holy son of the Wang family is also here? In this way, most of the news will not be false, otherwise, how could a character like Wang Zihao appear. ”

In the mountains, no matter where Mo Xinchen went, he could see the presence of monks all around.

Moreover, as time went on, no one left, but more and more monks rushed to hear the news.

The temptation of the holy treasure is too great, whether it is a rumor or not, anyone who hears the news will come as soon as possible.

"There are more and more masters of the Holy Land and the major ancient families, if it is really a rumor, these are unlikely to come, the so-called Holy Collection, most of them are true!"

Mo Xinchen muttered to himself, and at the same time became a little cautious, after all, after the incident in the Huaiqi Mountain Range, he had completely formed a grudge with those holy lands and ancient families.

Now that many masters of these forces have come, all of them are wandering in the nearby mountains, Mo Xinchen doesn't want to engage in meaningless entanglement with them, right now, he is only interested in the Holy Treasure.

"Boom!"

After walking alone in the mountains for two days, suddenly, not far in front of Mo Xinchen, there was a loud noise.

The whole earth shook at this moment, and the roar was endless.

"What's going on?"

"What happened?"

Not only Mo Xinchen, but at this moment, those cultivators who were wandering around the mountain also sensed something, and their eyes looked in the same direction, and a puzzled look appeared on their faces.