Ancient Gods

After Mo Yang raised his hand and smashed the ancient race quasi-emperor, a cold light flashed in his eyes and he said, "Let's start with you!"

Mo Yang could only defeat the four quasi-emperor masters one by one.

He put away the sword, then quickly formed seals with both hands, and evolved two imperial texts with the power of the star source, covering the blood mist from top to bottom, and then used all his strength to drive the power of the star source to erase it.

"Ah..."

In the blink of an eye, a shrill scream came from the two imperial texts, and the two imperial texts were violently turbulent.

But Mo Yang's understanding of the imperial texts is no longer comparable to the past. The two imperial texts are covered there, even if they are turbulent, but the destructive power emitted by the imperial texts is more terrifying.

At the same time, the other three ancient race quasi-emperors whose bodies were shattered also reshaped their bodies one after another. The faces of the three quasi-emperors were a little pale and their expressions were gloomy.

Their bodies were shattered just now because the power Mo Yang used was too terrifying. It was not just that their bodies were crushed, but even their soul power was damaged. For them, this was a big loss, and their combat power was also affected.

Although the faces of the three quasi-emperors were extremely gloomy at this time, they were struggling in their hearts. This battle was not a sure thing for them. They even knew that if they continued to fight to the death, it was very likely that the four ancient races would be annihilated.

"What are your plans next?"

The quasi-emperor of the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons took back the ancient scroll that had been completely destroyed and spoke in a low voice.

This was obviously asking the other two quasi-emperors. When these words came out of his mouth, there was no doubt that he had already had the intention to retreat.

"A spirit of the heavenly way of a star field can easily break our trump card. Now there is a quasi-emperor of the human race watching us covetously. If we continue to fight, I am afraid that we will all be defeated here!" Another one spoke, looking at the ancient bell with cracks all over his hand, with a tone of unwillingness and powerlessness.

The third Quasi-Emperor stared at Mo Yang and said in a deep voice: "Are you willing to retreat like this?"

He continued: "No matter how strong he is, he is only at the first level of the Quasi-Emperor Realm. We may be able to kill him if we fight to the death!"

Although he said this, it was obvious from his words and tone that he was also feeling uneasy and was not sure that he could kill Mo Yang.

"In that case, let's fight to the death. If we really can't compete, we can only retreat. If the four Quasi-Emperors can't kill him, I'm afraid only the Quasi-Emperor of the fourth level can do it..." The Quasi-Emperor of the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons pondered for a few breaths and spoke in a deep voice.

The three Quasi-Emperors discussed briefly, which was considered to be a tacit agreement to fight again. Then they attacked together and turned into three streams of light and rushed towards Mo Yang.

Because only by rescuing the Quasi-Emperor that Mo Yang was refining, their chances of winning would be greater. If the Quasi-Emperor was killed by Mo Yang, it meant that at most two of the three of them could escape. If one of them did not fight to the death to hold Mo Yang back, the others would not be able to leave at all.

However, just as the three Quasi-Emperors rushed forward, Mo Yang actually stopped directly and did not continue to refine. The blood mist that was transformed for the Quasi-Emperor was only half dissolved. As Mo Yang stopped, the two imperial texts dispersed. Mo Yang raised his hand and slapped it down, directly hitting the blood light that was gathering everywhere.

Then Mo Yang suddenly turned his head and glanced at the three Quasi-Emperors, causing the faces of the three ancient race Quasi-Emperors to change.

"I thought you would run away, but I didn't expect you to have some backbone. Aren't you afraid of death?" Mo Yang turned his head and said this.

"Arrogant, work together and kill him!" A Quasi-Emperor spoke angrily. Facing Mo Yang's mocking words, they could not accept it at all.

But before they could make a move, Mo Yang's figure flashed and disappeared from their sight. The speed was so fast that they could not catch him. They only saw a shadow rushing towards them.

"Boom..."

The next moment, the quasi-emperor who spoke changed color. He only had time to slap his palm behind him. The fist collided violently with him. With a loud bang, the quasi-emperor's body flew forward. The arm that had made the move had already shattered into a ball of blood mist.

Mo Yang raised his hand and slapped it again. The ball of blood mist was shattered by a palm.

The other two quasi-emperors changed their faces. Their first reaction was to withdraw and fly back. They did not dare to stay for a moment, because they felt that if they stopped, the figure like the god of death would appear behind them.

Mo Yang used the power of the star source to operate the soul sacrifice technique. The original extraordinary speed increased a lot, which led to such an amazing effect.

However, Mo Yang did not rush to attack the two. Instead, he chased after the quasi-emperor whose arm was shattered, and punched him, instantly smashing his head.

He continued to punch, and the two punches also blew up the quasi-emperor's body.

Then Mo Yang used the same trick again, and used the power of the star source to quickly evolve two imperial texts to refine.

Mo Yang had already thought about it. If he refined a quasi-emperor alone, it would take a lot of time to refine it completely. He had no choice but to do this, to erode their life force and soul force bit by bit, and blast one to erode some.

In a few times, these first-level quasi-emperor realm masters may all fall to the quasi-emperor realm.

Because Mo Yang refined the quasi-emperor just now, the blood mist was half wiped out, and after barely reshaping his body, his realm directly fell to the eighth level of the immortal realm. Even with the physique of a quasi-emperor, his combat power was mostly reduced.

The two quasi-emperors retreated hundreds of feet away. They looked at each other in surprise. They no longer had the idea of ​​fighting to the death. They turned around and left.

"Where are you going?" As soon as the two turned around, a voice came from the front, and Xi Yan stood in front.

"Get out of the way, or you will die!" The quasi-emperor of the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons shouted directly.

In his opinion, they couldn't beat the spirit of the Heavenly Dao in the star field, so could they not beat a quasi-emperor of the human race at the same level.

A faint smile appeared on Xi Yan's lips, and she said, "Are you so afraid of death? You don't even care about your companions?"

The two ancient races couldn't help but look back. Hundreds of feet away, one had just reshaped his body and his cultivation had fallen to the eighth level of the Immortal Realm, while the other was still being refined by Mo Yang, screaming and shaking the sky.

In such a scene, if they didn't leave at this time, they might be the next to be knocked down. How could they dare to stay here any longer?

After the two ancient races looked at each other, they suddenly turned around and rushed towards Xi Yan, not daring to delay any longer.

It was obvious that they were planning to attack Xi Yan directly. As long as Xi Yan was trapped or exploded, they could leave as soon as possible.

The faint smile on Xi Yan's mouth gradually deepened. Not only did she not avoid them, but she dodged and rushed towards the two ancient races.