Ancient Gods

Mo Yang got a chair directly from the Star Emperor Tower and sat in the air with his legs crossed. A strong aura kept approaching and black-clothed figures flew down one after another.

Mo Yang supported his chin with one hand and sat on the chair. He was as steady as a mountain.

In just a short time, more than 20 black-clothed people gathered around. Moreover, these black-clothed people were not weak in cultivation. If they were placed in other places in the wilderness, they would be considered strong.

Because the weakest ones were all in the Heavenly Saint Realm, and the two strong men in the Immortal Realm were also there.

And those black-clothed people looked at the young man sitting in the air in front of them, and they were not arrogant at all.

Obviously, they all knew Mo Yang's identity. Mo Yang had already introduced himself at the entrance of the War God Palace.

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"Mo Yang, this matter has nothing to do with you. If you leave the War God Palace immediately, we can pretend that you have never been here!" A strong man of the third level of the Immortal Realm said in a deep voice.

Even this person had a trace of caution in his eyes, not daring to be arrogant.

Mo Yang did not respond, but at this time he looked up at the black-clothed warriors around him, looked around silently, and then said: "Are they all here?"

"Mo Yang, I'll say it again, this matter has nothing to do with you, I hope you don't interfere!" The third-level warrior of the Immortal Realm who spoke just now spoke again.

It can be seen that he was a little angry, but he was still calm on the surface and didn't show it.

"Are you talking to me?" Mo Yang looked at the black-clothed warrior who was speaking, and a sharp murderous intent suddenly appeared in his calm eyes, which made the man's expression change.

A few years ago, Mo Yang caused countless storms in the wilderness, and countless warriors died directly or indirectly at the hands of Mo Yang. The two long-standing families, the Jiang family and the Duan family, were seriously injured because of Mo Yang and could not recover, and some major forces were even directly flattened by Mo Yang, such as the Void Palace.

Moreover, there were two Immortal Realm warriors who fell in Mo Yang's hands.

The key point is that it was several years ago. God knows what realm Mo Yang has reached now, because they have been sensing it, but they can't sense it, just feeling a little palpitation.

"If you want Qiao Yunxi, we can take a step back and let you take her away. Originally, she was the Taoist partner that our young master had chosen, but after taking her away, I hope you don't interfere in everything here, otherwise..." The black-clothed warrior was silent for a few breaths, and then spoke again in a deep voice.

Mo Yang laughed, and that smile revealed a sinister taste. He stared at the black-clothed warrior and asked, "What else are you going to do?"

"Mo Yang, I know you are very strong and have many means, but there is one thing I want to tell you. There are two strong men close to the peak of the Immortal Realm behind us. If you interfere, you should know the consequences!"

The black-clothed warrior's tone has become gloomy, and his voice has also increased a lot, and the threat in his words is very strong.

"Oh, really?" Mo Yang only said these few words.

Then, Mo Yang asked, "Have you finished? If you have, then prepare to die!"

The black-clothed warrior snorted when he saw this, but before he could make a move, Mo Yang waved his hand, and a force emerged silently, and he was fixed there.

The surroundings were like flowing water, rippling, and his body was instantly imprisoned, unable to move at all.

And Mo Yang did not hesitate, raised his hand and pressed lightly in front of him, and uttered a word: "Die!"

As soon as the word fell, the void around the black-clothed man was instantly shattered, and it seemed to be divided into countless spaces in an instant. His body fell apart. The strange thing was that although it was a bloody scene, not even a drop of blood splashed out.

"Boom..."

Then there was another muffled sound, and the space was completely shattered. The whole process seemed to take only two breaths of time, and a moment later, the broken void was restored, and the strong man of the third level of the Immortal Realm had disappeared without a trace.

Another Immortal Realm black-clothed warrior was only at the second level of cultivation. He watched this strange and terrifying scene with his own eyes, and he was stunned on the spot. Even though he saw it happen not far away from him, he still couldn't believe it.

How could a powerful Immortal Realm third-level warrior be directly wiped out?

If the person who made the move was a powerful man at the Creation Realm, he wouldn't be surprised, but the one who made the move was a young man, Mo Yang.

Although Mo Yang was extremely talented, it had only been a few years. No matter how talented Mo Yang was, he couldn't have such power.

Because the path of cultivation is not something that can be achieved overnight. From ancient times to the present, all the strong men have experienced long years of training before they reached the peak step by step, and Mo Yang is no exception.

The faces of the other black-clothed warriors changed suddenly, and some even screamed in fear, and hurriedly retreated to all directions at the first time.

"Impossible, how can you have such power? It's only been a few years, you..." The second-level Immortal Realm expert was stunned for a few breaths, and then looked at Mo Yang in disbelief.

Mo Yang laughed, stared at him grimly, and said: "Is it impossible? Then I'll kill you again!"

After speaking, Mo Yang raised his hand, and the same scene was played out again. The power of space surged and poured down like water. The face of the black-clothed expert changed drastically, and he withdrew and flew back immediately, but he had no chance at all.

"Since you don't believe me, I'll change my moves to kill you!" Mo Yang looked at the imprisoned black-clothed warrior and spoke. Then he moved his fingers in front of him, and a wisp of pattern emerged, accompanied by a terrifying aura, and an ancient character condensed.

This is an imperial text. Now that Mo Yang is using it, the power of the imperial text is no longer what it used to be. As Mo Yang pressed down with his hands, the imperial text suddenly pressed down.

In the terrified eyes of the black-clothed warrior, the imperial text instantly crushed everything, accompanied by a large piece of blood mist bursting, and the black-clothed warrior's soul power was directly crushed by the imperial text.

In such a short period of time, two immortal realm warriors fell one after another, and the faces of the other black-clothed men changed completely. Everyone's face was pale. It's not that they don't want to escape, but that a force has already enveloped this place, like a huge invisible barrier that trapped them.

At this time, Mo Yang stood up, raised his hand and put the chair into the Star Emperor Tower, then walked forward slowly, with golden waves spreading out from his feet. Each step seemed to be as light as it could be, but it made a series of thumping sounds, like beating drums.

Dozens of black-clothed warriors around him trembled violently, as if struck by lightning, and then blood gushed out of their mouths.