Ancient Gods

Mo Yang refined the few pieces of Star Source Divine Essence in his hand, then stood up and looked in the direction of the ancient mist.

"Sure enough, there is movement again. It seems that this time when I return to Xuantian Continent, I have to go to the ancient mist!" Mo Yang whispered to himself.

When he left the star field, the star master of the eighth star field had warned him not to clash with the ancient races.

Because although he is also a star master now, he is still far from the combat power of the star master. He has just entered the tenth level field, and his combat power is still far from that of the emperor.

"I am now in Xuantian Continent. I don’t know how much of the source power of the ninth star field I can mobilize. With the Star Emperor Tower, even if I face the supreme of the ancient race, I don’t think I will have to worry about my life..."

He frowned and whispered. After all, as long as those ancient races don’t fight him desperately, they will not show their strongest power, because those supremes have sealed part of their power to resist the erosion of the power of heaven in order to survive.

To some extent, those supreme beings are not real emperor-level strongmen unless they fight him desperately.

If he walks into the ancient mist, he will definitely attract the attention of those supreme-level strongmen, and they may even take action. Mo Yang will naturally weigh the pros and cons.

Now he has too many relatives and friends around him, and too many concerns in his heart. Although he is not afraid of death, if he fights desperately at this time, once he dies in battle, the fate of those relatives and friends can be imagined.

Not to mention other things, all people related to him will probably become the first target of revenge by the ancient race. At that time, even a place like Yaochi Holy Land will probably be blown to pieces.

He thought for a long time and sighed lightly. These strongmen who came out of the ancient mist were undoubtedly here for the previous star domain strongman, or to be more precise, for Mo Yang.

Although they were far away, Mo Yang did not find out the specific cultivation and number of those strongmen, but those auras were all quasi-emperor auras, and the number was far more than two.

"Instead of you going around looking for me, I'd rather take the initiative to find you!" Mo Yang's eyes flashed with cold light, and he spoke to himself.

After saying that, he moved his mind, and the Huazi Scroll silently operated. The aura and face around him changed rapidly. In the blink of an eye, the figure of the Star Domain Heavenly Spirit that day reappeared.

Mo Yang knew that these strong men must have come to kill him. If he didn't take action in time, I'm afraid that many people would be affected.

Because he sensed that after those powerful auras emerged from the ancient mist, they quickly separated and left in different directions.

Then he took a step forward, and his figure disappeared on the top of the mountain.

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Jianshan, north of the Central Region, welcomed an uninvited guest today!

In the past, the ancient race also attacked Jianshan, because the Sword Saint has always been trying his best to fight against the ancient race, and has killed the strong men of the ancient race more than once.

But today is different from the past. Although there is only one strong man of the ancient race descended outside Jianshan, he is inferior to thousands of troops.

The powerful person of the ancient race descended outside Jianshan Mountain without hiding. A great pressure instantly spread out and directly enveloped the entire Jianshan area.

Inside Jianshan Mountain, Nie Yun and his brother were awakened instantly, and their faces changed drastically.

Although the terrifying aura only enveloped this place, it was like countless giant peaks pressing on them. The moment the pressure descended, the two brothers, who had originally made great achievements in the way of swordsmanship, instantly felt an uncontrollable palpitation in their hearts.

They looked up at the sky above Jianshan Mountain. It felt like the sky was collapsing. The dullness and depression made them suffocate.

At this moment, the Sword Saint was in retreat. If he was disturbed, the result would be unimaginable.

By then, let alone a breakthrough in the way of swordsmanship, I am afraid that without the other party taking action, the disturbed state of mind of the Sword Saint would be backlashed and severely injured.

Nie Yun glanced at the young man beside him, and both of them had turned pale.

"Brother, no matter what, we must not let Master be disturbed!" Nie Yun spoke, as if he had exhausted all his strength to barely say such a sentence.

The pressure was too terrible, even if it was not directed at them now, it only enveloped the Sword Mountain.

After Nie Yun said this, he directly urged all his strength, and the giant sword on his back was trembling, but under the pressure, the giant sword could not be unsheathed, as if it was suppressed.

At this time, there seemed to be thousands of sword intentions flowing in Nie Yun's brother's eyes. His body trembled slightly, and then he slowly rose into the air, the sword intention flowed in front of him, and a sword light slowly condensed.

However, at this moment, a figure took a step forward and appeared directly in the Sword Mountain. The ancient race directly entered the Sword Mountain and stood above the Sword Mountain, and the terrifying pressure was like a vast ocean overturning, pouring down in an instant.

"Puff..."

Nie Yun's brother's body was instantly shaken down, and several mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth. The sword light that had already condensed also shattered instantly.

You should know that the ancient race strongman did not target the two brothers at all. Although the ancient race had already detected their existence, it obviously regarded them as ants and seemed to be disdainful to take direct action.

In the sky, the ancient race strongman just glanced down indifferently. Just a glance made the two bodies tremble again, and their bodies almost shattered.

On a huge peak in Jianshan, there was a sword formation in operation, and inside the sword formation was the sword saint who was in retreat.

The Sword Saint was the target of the ancient race strongman. Then he took a step forward and appeared directly above the sword formation.

Brother Nie Yun and his brother were so angry that they wanted to burst their eyes. They roared several times in succession and struggled frantically. However, only now did they truly realize the horror of this strong man, because they didn't even have a chance to fight.

The boundless pressure enveloped them, and they were really like ants, suppressed in place. Even if they tried their best to condense the sword energy, the pressure would only need to be slightly shaken to crush the sword energy.

"The human sword saint is just an ant!" The ancient race strongman stared at the sword formation, his eyes penetrated the formation, and looked coldly at the sword saint sitting cross-legged inside.

Then he slowly raised one foot and stepped down from the sky.

A strong man in the quasi-emperor realm can easily crush the sword formation with such a blow, and at the same time crush the sword saint sitting cross-legged inside. This is beyond doubt.

Nie Yun and his fellow apprentice could only watch this scene, screaming one after another, but they could not stop anything.

"Buzz..."

However, the next moment, the footprints suddenly stopped, only more than ten feet away from the sword formation, but suddenly stopped, as if blocked by something.

"Haha, if you regard others as ants, then you are not an ant?"

Then, a sneer came, and the sound waves seemed to echo throughout the world, and no one knew where it came from.