Ancient Gods

Brother Nie Yun looked up at the figures standing high in the sky, their faces pale and their eyes full of despair.

It wasn't because they were afraid, their pale faces were caused by the unparalleled pressure.

It's not just a feeling of palpitations, nor is it just a feeling of suffocation, but a kind of despair. At this moment, the two prodigies with extraordinary talents in swordsmanship feel as if the blood in their bodies has solidified, and the power in their bodies cannot be condensed at all. .

His body was frozen in place, unable to move at all.

If the power that Mo Yang had exerted earlier had not enveloped the large formation where the Sword Master was in retreat, the sword formation would have been destroyed without the help of a powerful person from the ancient race. Under that pressure, the sword formation would have been destroyed directly.

Mo Yang stood in the air with his hands behind his back, his expression still calm, and he didn't show any sense of urgency because there were already three ancient races here.

He glanced at the faces of the three ancient race experts, and then looked in the direction outside Jianshan. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said: "Wait a moment, you have another one. helper!"

The three powerful ancient race experts who arrived all stared at Mo Yang coldly. The other party acted too calmly, which made them a little puzzled.

Although every powerful person from the ancient race wanted to cut Mo Yang into pieces at this time, there was one thing they had to admit, there was no doubt that this strong person from the star field was indeed powerful.

But no matter how strong you are, facing several strong men of the same realm, the outcome is doomed, and there is only a dead end.

After all, this is the quasi-emperor realm, and no one can reach this point, no matter what race they are.

"I hope your fists are as hard as your mouth!" A strong man from the ancient race stared at Mo Yang and said coldly.

Mo Yang looked indifferent, and glanced at the quasi-emperor who opened the mouth, then moved away, silently looking outside the Sword Mountain, waiting for the arrival of the fifth quasi-emperor of the ancient race.

This is exactly what Mo Yang wants, to start here and attract all the quasi-emperors of the ancient races to prevent others from being affected.

But he also knew in his heart that there were a total of five first-level quasi-emperors, and even if he killed one before, there were still four of them fighting while hiding their identities. This battle would probably not be easy.

A few breaths later, a figure arrived outside Sword Mountain, then took a step forward and directly entered the high-altitude battlefield.

Five figures stood high in the sky. The four powerful ancient race warriors were filled with murderous intent and overwhelming force. Mo Yang stood alone with his hands in hand. The confrontation had begun invisibly. A series of terrifying undercurrents surged towards Mo Yang. Press away.

Although the two sides did not take action directly, the confrontation had already begun. Between the two sides, the void collapsed silently. Although there was no sound, the vast aura that came out was so terrifying that it was indescribable.

Mo Yang's expression became serious at this time, and the temperament he exuded was completely different from before. He raised his hand and waved, and the entire sky immediately became turbulent, and the invisible air waves instantly dissipated.

The powerful men of the ancient races changed their colors slightly. The power of this heavenly spirit from the Star Territory shocked them. They were in the same realm, but seemed to be far stronger than them. Are all the creatures in the Star Territory like this?

"We can't use our hands and feet here, so why not go to deep space and fight!" Mo Yang said.

He glanced downwards. Once a war breaks out, he may not have the intention to protect the sword mountain below. It only takes a few waves of disintegrating battle aftermath to wipe out everything below easily.

Mo Yang naturally wanted to move the battlefield.

But those ancient races all snorted coldly. One of them glanced down and said: "You actually think about the human race. The life and death of the creatures in the star field and the human ants have nothing to do with you!"

After that, he took action directly and took out a dark ancient bell in his hand. With a slight vibration, a black light came out and swept towards Mo Yang.

Mo Yang frowned slightly. If we fight here, everyone below will perish. Although there are only three masters and disciples of the Sword Master in the Sword Mountain, Mo Yang may not be able to take care of them.

Just when he hesitated, he glanced not far away, then his brows stretched, and he suddenly stepped forward. The black light that had swept in front of him suddenly paused, and then collapsed. .

Below, a figure appeared silently not far away, and then walked into the Sword Mountain step by step.

That was a woman. Although her appearance looked ordinary, the aura she exuded was indeed extraordinary, giving people a vague sense of sanctity.

Mo Yang didn't expect that Xi Yan would come. With Xi Yan here, he could take action without any worries.

Xi Yan's appearance could not be concealed from the quasi-emperors of the ancient race. The four powerful men of the ancient race immediately turned their heads and saw that it was a human race, and their expressions could not help but change slightly.

When did the human race have a quasi-emperor?

This was the first thought in their minds, because even if the woman did not release her breath, it was self-evident that she could enter here safely.

Even if a strong man at the peak of the Immortal Realm comes, it will never be like this.

"Don't look at me. I won't take action. I'm just here to watch the battle!" Xi Yan raised her head and glanced at her before saying this.

At this time, Brother Nie Yun was finally freed from the pressure that made them despair, because there was an invisible aura that shrouded the place, like a barrier covering the Sword Mountain, cutting off the boundless pressure.

Mo Yang glanced at Xi Yan, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The four ancient race masters were a little uneasy. If it was another race, they would not be worried, but this woman was obviously a human, and the conflict between the human race and the ancient race had begun from the moment the seal of the ancient race was dissipated.

The four ancient race quasi-emperors retracted their gazes, and the one who had just spoken stared at Mo Yang and said, "Since you want to fight in deep space, then as you wish!"

He changed his words temporarily at this time, obviously worried about Xi Yan below, fearing that Xi Yan would intervene at a critical moment.

After that, before Mo Yang could say anything, he took the lead and rushed into the sky, directly into the deep space.

The battle in deep space is obviously different. At that time, even if Xi Yan intervenes, they will have time to react and respond.

Then the other three ancient race masters also soared into the sky one after another.

Mo Yang sneered and said, "You dignified quasi-emperors, do you know how to write the word face? I have never seen such shameless people like you!"

After the four quasi-emperors of the ancient race soared into the sky, they actually attacked together, and four killing lights fell directly from the deep space.

Mo Yang's face became cold and fierce, and he ascended to the sky step by step. At the same time, he raised his hands and slapped out several palm powers in succession, directly dispersing all the killing lights that fell.