Ancient Gods

As the formation was activated, the terrifying aura outside the formation suddenly spread in all directions. The crowd that had retreated to a distance suddenly became chaotic. Everyone was terrified and fled madly to the distance like desperate criminals.

Er Gouzi, who was hiding in the dark, looked very solemn and said to the four-legged dragon: "Damn, is there an imperial formation set up here in Taixu Mountain? What should I do with this kid?"

"The aura is wrong. It should not be a complete imperial formation!" The four-legged dragon has been paying close attention to the situation.

But even if it is just a corner of the imperial formation, it seems that it cannot shake it.

"I have been persuading this damned guy before, but he didn't listen. What should I do now!" Er Gouzi was very anxious.

This imperial power is not a joke. Although Mo Yang has an imperial tower, he feels that terrifying aura. As long as a ray of attack falls on Mo Yang, it is probably enough to wipe Mo Yang out directly.

The four-legged dragon did not say anything, but stared at the top of Tianhen Mountain with a serious expression.

"Five legs, do you have any plan?"

Er Gouzi then asked the four-legged dragon again.

"Even if there is only one corner of the imperial formation in this formation, I am afraid it will be difficult to shake it. I can only do my best!" The four-legged dragon said.

It continued: "But now is not the time, let's see how he will deal with it!"

The four-legged dragon stopped talking after speaking. It knew that Mo Yang should have made a lot of preparations before coming, because based on his understanding of Mo Yang, Mo Yang would not be stupid enough to run to die directly.

Moreover, it seems that only Mo Yang can resolve the current dilemma. After all, the emperor-level armor is on Mo Yang, the emperor tower is also on Mo Yang, and the real emperor-level strongman is still on Mo Yang.

As we all know, if you want to shake the emperor-level formation, only the emperor-level power can do it.

Even though the crowd retreated more than ten miles away, they were still terrified and felt creepy. At this time, everyone looked at the top of Tianhen Mountain with fear, thinking that Mo Yang was really going to die here this time.

Because the Emperor Formation was simply unsolvable.

Not to mention that Mo Yang had just entered the Dao Realm, even if he was in the Immortal Realm or even beyond the Immortal Realm, he would only die if he was trapped by the Emperor Formation.

"He really shouldn't have come. Such a monstrous talent, falling like this, is the sorrow of the entire human race!" A cultivator sighed.

"It's so hard to find a human who dares to stand up and fight against the ancient race, but he is trapped here. There are countless cultivators in our human race. Is there no one who dares to help?"

"There are many powerful forces in our human race. Is there no sect that has the courage to fight Taixu Mountain? What about the Buddhist sect? Haven't they always regarded themselves as righteous? Where are they now?"

Cultivators sighed one after another. Several figures walked out of the crowd at this time. Except for the two young men, the others were all white-haired old men.

Their cultivation was not strong, and even at this time, every step forward was extremely difficult.

"A few idiots, Mo Yang is looking for death himself, who can he blame? If he hadn't provoked the ancient race, how could he end up like this!" A cultivator in the crowd sneered.

"Puff!"

Just as the man finished speaking, a string of blood splashed in the crowd, and a head flew out of the crowd.

Situ Changkong put away his sword and stood up, his cold eyes swept through the crowd, and said: "Whoever is sarcastic and mocking again, this is the end!"

"Hmph, who do you think you are?" A voice came.

"Puff!"

As soon as the words fell, another ball of blood burst out.

The crowd was in a commotion, shocked, and hurriedly looked at the crowd, because it was not Situ Changfeng who made the move this time, but someone else, and the sword light came from behind.

"I have the same attitude as him, who dares to mock, die!"

A voice came from the crowd, and then a figure appeared in everyone's sight.

"He, he is the eldest disciple of the Gan Sect!" I don't know who spoke, and the words made everyone change color.

And he is not alone, because there are several figures following him.

Lv Xiyue, wearing a white dress, raised her hand and waved, grabbing a young man out of the crowd.

The young man's face changed drastically, but he still shouted at Lu Xiyue: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Lu Xiyue sneered: "It doesn't matter who I am. Didn't you shout happily just now? Why don't you dare to admit it so soon?"

Someone next to him looked at Lu Xiyue and whispered: "I remember she seemed to be the sixth disciple of Gan Zong!"

"Pah!"

Lu Xiyue didn't say anything extra. A murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and slapped the young man. The head was instantly smashed, and the red and white things immediately splashed all over the ground.

The onlookers changed color at this time and scattered in all directions. This group of people seemed to be disciples of Gan Zong. They were like a group of crazy people. They would kill people at any time and didn't even want to say a word.

"Big Brother, what should we do?" Situ Xue, who was following Lu Xiyue, asked.

She glanced at Situ Changfeng, nodded slightly, and smiled: "Don't worry, you are not the only one here!"

The eldest brother looked up at Tianhen Mountain, his face was extremely solemn, and said: "Look at the situation first, don't act rashly, no one can save him now!"

On the top of Tianhen Mountain, as the formation was running, the aura inside became more and more terrifying, especially the power, which almost imprisoned Mo Yang's body there, and even the infinite pressure continued to fall on him, pressing his body down.

But at this moment, a ray of light flowed out from the crack that had opened under Mo Yang's feet, slowly pushing away the overwhelming pressure.

The crack was getting bigger and bigger, and the light that flowed out was getting stronger and stronger. As the entire Tianhen Mountain trembled, a huge stone pillar emerged from the crack.

When fighting with Xuan Yi before, Mo Yang took advantage of the smoke and dust to hit a dragon-locking pillar into Tianhen Mountain, which shook the entire Tianhen Mountain.

But in the eyes of outsiders, it was entirely caused by Mo Yang's attack. Even the several Taixu Mountain masters hiding in the dark were just a little confused at the time and did not find anything unusual.

Until this time, the faces of several old men outside the formation reacted and changed.

"Ant, you actually took the opportunity to arrange a backhand when you fought with Xuan Yi before!" An old man was furious.

Because the stone pillar was covered with veins and could push away the overwhelming pressure, it was definitely not an ordinary thing.

Mo Yang's face was pale, and blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth. He raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth with difficulty, then roared, raised his hand to evolve the imperial text, and suddenly stamped it towards the dragon-locking pillar.

"Boom..."

The stone pillar trembled slightly, making a dull sound, and the patterns carved on it seemed to come alive in an instant, all lit up, and a divine light was emitted, causing the entire formation to shake.