Ancient Gods

Mo Yang glanced around. At this moment, not only did everyone in his sight look puzzled, but secretly, he could also clearly feel a few auras floating around, but they quickly disappeared again.

The silver-haired old man stared at Mo Yang. Just when he was about to say something, he saw Mo Yang transform into an afterimage and rush toward him, and he was already in front of him in an instant.

His expression suddenly changed, and he instinctively retreated.

"boom……"

The void trembled, and two stone pillars emerged one after another, crashing into the old man's body rapidly.

But Mo Yang's speed suddenly increased at this time. He didn't care about anything and activated the Soul Sacrifice Technique and Xingzi Scroll together again.

Although the old man only hesitated for a few breaths, in Mo Yang's view, this was already a fatal flaw.

Mo Yang activated his speed, and his figure came directly behind the silver-haired old man. Two imperial words condensed out in the blink of an eye, and he suddenly fell towards the old man.

"Ant, you..."

The old man was horrified. Although he hesitated for a few breaths, he never expected that he would become a huge flaw in front of this talented human being who had entered the Dao realm.

"puff……"

The two imperial words fell down, and the old man had no time to avoid them, so he suddenly raised his hand to stop them.

However, the power that had just been condensed in his palms was instantly shattered by the imperial inscriptions, and then two imperial inscriptions enveloped him, crushing his hands instantly.

And then, he was completely desperate, because he saw a piece of blood-stained cloth like a collapsed sky, covering him.

The whole process only took two breaths, Mo Yang was so fast, everything seemed to have been practiced hundreds of times without any hesitation.

Mo Yang's spiritual thoughts had already dispersed, and he was paying attention to the positions of the powerful men in Taixu Mountain in the dark.

He had sensed obscure fluctuations several times before. Although he had roughly determined the direction, the specific location could not be locked at all.

But at this time, when he used the shroud again, the auras in the darkness floated again.

Mo Yang looked around, glancing at several places intentionally or unintentionally. The strong man in the dark was far stronger than the silver-haired old man. He couldn't sense his cultivation level, but the floating aura gave him an indescribable feeling of palpitations. .

"Even just two short breaths of hesitation is enough for me to kill you. I have said before that today I will become your nightmare in Taixu Mountain. Why don't you believe me?"

Mo Yang looked at the still bulging shroud, and then without thinking, he raised his hand and took the old man and the shroud directly into the Star King Tower.

Mo Yang trembled slightly at this time, a stream of golden blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face became a little pale.

After using the Soul Sacrifice Technique one after another, the counterattack force finally came, but he stopped in time, and the counterattack force was not that terrifying.

But he still felt like his soul was being torn apart. That feeling was completely different from physical injuries. He could bear physical injuries, even if he was shattered to pieces, but the trauma to his soul power could not be ignored.

Seeing this scene, the auras in the darkness fluctuated again.

Everyone was also puzzled. Could it be that Mo Yang was injured in that big formation before? It seemed that the injury was very serious, because Mo Yang's face became paler and paler. In just a few breaths, his condition seemed to have declined too much. .

Then, Mo Yang's body trembled again, a large mouthful of golden blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth, his body shook violently, and he almost fell from the air.

"What...what's going on? Could it be that the silver-haired woman seriously injured him?" A human cultivator who was watching asked in surprise.

Mo Yang was still full of life and vigor when he attacked the silver-haired old man a moment ago, and he was in an unbelievably strong state. In the blink of an eye, he turned into this.

In fact, although Mo Yang suffered the backlash from the Soul Sacrifice Technique, it was far from terrifying. He was just pretending, and he wanted to lure the secretly powerful men from Taixu Mountain to show up.

After all, open arrows are easy to hide, but hidden arrows are difficult to guard against. The opponent has always been hiding in the dark, which is very disadvantageous for him.

If he was slightly careless and allowed the other party to seize the opportunity to attack suddenly, it would probably be a fatal attack for him.

And then he secretly turned the word scroll, and the aura emanating from his body began to decline, just like a vigorous young man reaching his twilight years in the blink of an eye. The aura was not only declining, but also fluctuating violently.

"What exactly happened? Is this... is his level about to fall?"

Some strong men in the crowd also changed their colors. What had Mo Yang encountered in that big formation just now? Even his realm seemed to be falling.

Immediately afterwards, everyone's guesses came true, because after the aura on Mo Yang's body fluctuated for a while, the cultivation aura emanating from him changed from the second level of the Dao Realm to the first level of the Dao Realm.

And this momentum did not stop there. In just a few breaths, Mo Yang's cultivation aura changed directly from the Taoist realm to the Heavenly Saint realm...

"It's over. His realm has fallen to the Heavenly Saint realm. With his realm falling so low, I'm afraid he has no fighting power!"

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Even the sword master in the distance looked solemn, his brows knitted tightly together.

Mo Yang's face had turned pale at this time. He stood there, his condition was already extremely bad, and then he slowly sat down cross-legged, even his body was trembling.

Then he closed his eyes and seemed to be exercising his energy and regulating his breath.

Before anyone could speak, a burst of aura suddenly burst out, and a killing light suddenly shot up into the sky from below, illuminating all directions in an instant.

When the sword master standing on the top of the mountain in the distance saw this scene, he was very fast and suddenly raised his hand to slash out with his sword. However, he could not block the killing light at all and was instantly shattered.

That killing light was like a fatal sickle of the god of death. When it rose up, it was as dazzling as a scorching sun, and the terrifying killing intent was like countless rivers rushing. The terrible aura instantly spread to dozens of miles.

At the same time, three other places also burst out with three killing lights, but judging from the aura, they were not comparable to the previous Taixu Mountain masters.

Not to mention other things, the cultivation realm alone seemed to be stronger than that of the silver-haired woman.

Mo Yang suddenly opened his eyes, and he seemed to be desperate, and his body rushed up into the sky.

But an even more shocking scene appeared. A huge palm instantly emerged from the sky, like a world-destroying hand pressing down.

This scene was comparable to the arrival of the end of the world.

Four killing lights have blocked Mo Yang's retreat in all directions, and the huge hand that was pressing down from the sky covered the sky and the sun, and the aura was even more terrifying. Mo Yang's body that soared into the sky was directly knocked down by the pouring power...

"Sword Soul, open!"

The sword saint in the distance shouted, and figures emerged from his sword one after another, and there were actually four shadows.

All the cultivators who watched the battle outside the Yaochi Holy Land yesterday knew how incredible this was. It was simply unbelievable.

Because the sword saint merged a soul power yesterday, which shocked the world. No one expected that there were still four soul powers in the sword!