Ancient Gods

Xi Yan could naturally guess what the two ancient race quasi-emperors were thinking. They thought she was a human and instinctively thought she was a soft persimmon.

After all, the human race's cultivation world is now very desolate.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was rapidly shortening, Xi Yan quickly formed seals with both hands, and strands of Dao patterns emerged from her fingertips and quickly intertwined into a seal. When she was close, she suddenly pushed it out.

The two ancient race quasi-emperors snorted coldly, not taking the seal seriously at all. They did not slow down at all and directly clenched their fists and blasted towards the seal.

However, when they were only a few feet away from the seal, something unexpected happened. The seal suddenly dispersed, and then the surrounding void was like ripples.

The faces of the two ancient race quasi-emperors changed slightly, and they had to stop suddenly, because the seal seemed to disperse, but in fact it did not disperse, but was introduced into this void, turning into an invisible barrier that covered the void of dozens of feet.

Xiyan also paused, standing outside the barrier and silently looking at it, with a faint smile on her lips.

The faces of the two ancient race masters were extremely gloomy. The human quasi-emperor who came out of nowhere dared to stop them.

"A humble race, even if there is a quasi-emperor, can't change anything. A barrier condensed by a seal, you want to stop us!" The quasi-emperor of the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons spoke coldly.

As he said that, he took action directly, suddenly raised his fist and punched out. The vast fist force like the sea suddenly surged out. Even if it could easily shatter the void, it was blocked by the barrier like water waves. The barrier was slightly turbulent, causing waves of energy ripples, but it was not penetrated.

Xiyan didn't seem to be worried at all. She glanced at the quasi-emperor of the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons, and then she turned her eyes away and turned to look at Mo Yang.

This is a secret method of the Saint Clan. Facing two strong men of the same realm, Xi Yan could not guarantee how long she could trap them, but it was not difficult to stop them for a while.

She seemed to have thought of something. After retracting her gaze from Mo Yang, she looked back at the two quasi-emperors covered by the barrier and said, "I am not taking action. I am just stopping you to prevent you from escaping!"

Even though the Huazi Scroll had changed everything, her voice was still very clear and her expression was very serious.

The faces of the two ancient race strong men were ashen. Hearing such words, the two quasi-emperors were almost vomiting blood in anger.

But at this time, they had no time to say anything. They took turns to attack, but the terrifying forces were blocked by the barrier and could not penetrate at all.

It was not until this time that the two ancient race strong men changed their faces and realized that the situation was extremely bad for them.

"There is something strange about this seal. We must find a way to break through as soon as possible!" The quasi-emperor of the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons spoke in a deep voice.

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Mo Yang. Mo Yang was still refining the quasi-emperor with all his strength, while the other ancient race that was knocked down to the eighth level of the Immortal Realm was stopped by an incarnation created by Mo Yang, and a fierce battle broke out.

Xi Yan did not look at the two ancient race quasi-emperors in the barrier at all, and was not worried at all whether the crazy attacks of the two quasi-emperors would shatter the barrier. Instead, she moved aside a few steps like watching a show, and silently watched the battlefield in the distance.

There were still shrill screams coming from there. Mo Yang was refining with all his strength. Under the cover of the two emperor texts, the blood mist was being quickly wiped out.

On the other side, the incarnation evolved by Mo Yang was fighting fiercely with the ancient race that fell to the eighth level of the Immortal Realm. It was so difficult to separate them. The ancient race quasi-emperor had been trying to break through, and obviously wanted to escape, but he was tightly entangled by the incarnation and could not get away at all.

"I'm not willing to accept this. How can you, a spirit of heaven in the first level of the quasi-emperor, have such fighting power..."

A roar came from Mo Yang, and then all the noise disappeared. Under the emperor's text, the blood mist dissipated and was completely wiped out.

Mo Yang also stopped at the same time, looked in the direction of the incarnation battle, and then took a step forward, and his figure came directly to Xi Yan's side.

At the same time, under the fierce bombardment of the two quasi-emperors, the barrier created by Xi Yan finally collapsed, but the two ancient race strongmen rushed out and looked up to see Mo Yang looking at them with a smile on his face.

"You..."

The two ancient race strongmen changed their faces, and the quasi-emperor of the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons stared at Mo Yang, gritted his teeth and said: "If you fight to the end, you may not be able to survive!"

His words seemed to be threatening Mo Yang, implying that if Mo Yang did not stop, they would perish together.

Mo Yang shrugged, smiling, and said, "Then you can give it a try!"

"Since you insist, let's perish together!" The quasi-emperor of the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons knew that there was no chance of escape at this time, and his eyes revealed endless cold murderous intent.

Because in addition to Mo Yang, the quasi-emperor of the human race was also beside them, and it was obviously impossible for them to escape.

At this point, only a fight to the death can have a glimmer of hope.

However, Xi Yan looked at the two ancient races with a smile, and then said to Mo Yang without hiding: "You deal with him first, I will help you keep an eye on the other one!"

The other quasi-emperor almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. Now they are like prey. They are dignified quasi-emperor masters, how could they have suffered such humiliation.

"Human ant, I will kill you!" The quasi-emperor was extremely angry, took a step forward, and directly killed Xi Yan.

And the quasi-emperor of the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons stared at Mo Yang, and then suddenly flashed and killed him.

Xiyan retreated one after another, and then quickly formed seals with both hands, and cast a seal towards the quasi-emperor who rushed towards her.

The same method as before, when the quasi-emperor found out, it was too late. He retreated violently at the first time but could not get out. A barrier appeared around him, trapping him inside.

Xiyan said to him: "I said I would not fight, why do you have to fight me?"

The quasi-emperor was so angry that his body was shaking, and he roared in anger, bombarding the barrier frantically, but before the two quasi-emperors attacked together, it took a long time to blast the barrier open. Now there was only him alone, and the violent power hit one after another, and the barrier only trembled slightly.

The quasi-emperor of the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons was already fighting with Mo Yang at this time, and he fought desperately, bursting out all his strength, and the attack enveloped Mo Yang like a storm.

"You are a little stronger than them, but the difference is not big!" Mo Yang dodged slowly and spoke in a calm tone.

"From today on, my ancient race and your star field will fight to the death!" The quasi-emperor of the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons shouted.

Mo Yang looked calm, his body flashed back, and then he sneered: "There are nine levels of star fields, and each level of star fields has countless quasi-emperor-level heavenly spirits. I don't see that your ancient race has the power to fight against the star fields!"