Ancient Gods

Many disciples from the Holy Land gathered around Mo Yang, but no one dared to attack for a while.

At that time, Mo Yang killed Jiang Xunhuan from the Dao Sect without even frowning, and many people saw it with their own eyes.

They all knew that the young man in front of them was a very ruthless person, and there were too many rumors about Mo Yang recently, and none of them was not shocking.

"Today's matter has nothing to do with you. You and the Saint are from the same sect, and I have also been protected by the Holy Land. Get out of the way, I don't want to kill you!"

Mo Yang glanced around and then said this.

Seeing that the many disciples of the Holy Land gathered around were hesitant, Mo Yang immediately snorted coldly, and a terrifying pressure emanated from his body, which frightened the disciples to retreat in a hurry.

Mo Yang did not make a move, but walked forward step by step.

The two ancestors of the Holy Land had not yet appeared, but the retreat route behind them had been blocked by four Dao Sect masters.

There were bursts of discussion among the crowd, and many people were shocked. Although Mo Yang was still young, he already had the power of a strong man. He stepped forward and stopped hundreds of disciples from the Holy Land. No one dared to take action.

"Disciples, retreat!"

At this moment, an old voice came from the Holy Land, and then a tide of pressure surged out of the Holy Land.

Mo Yang's pupils shrank for a while. The surging pressure was like a river bursting its banks, and for a moment he had to stop.

Many disciples from the Holy Land retreated in a hurry at this time. In the blink of an eye, only one person was left in everyone's sight.

Mo Yang condensed his body-protecting true qi to resist, but he still felt that he could not move an inch. The pressure was too terrifying. Although he was extremely talented, he had practiced for too short a time, and his cultivation was still only in the Holy Realm. In front of the Holy Emperor, he felt as weak as an ant.

Just like now, under the cover of boundless pressure, Mo Yang's heart was unable to suppress a sense of panic, his whole body was trembling, and there were waves of grinding sounds coming out.

"Hand over my holy land treasure!"

Before everyone could react, the voice just now came again.

Mo Yang gritted his teeth and stood in place, his internal Qi circulated wildly, resisting the boundless pressure.

Above the Holy Maiden Peak, Yu Yao didn't know what she was shouting at Mo Yang, but she could only see her shaking her head desperately at Mo Yang, but at this time, under the cover of boundless pressure, Mo Yang felt that he couldn't hear anything, and his eyes began to blacken.

And as the voice came, a figure appeared out of thin air in the air.

He was wearing a loose gray robe, his face looked very old, and his beard and hair were white, but no one would doubt his fighting power, because the boundless pressure came from him.

There is no doubt that this person is one of the two ancestors who came out of seclusion in the holy land.

Mo Yang is a young genius. His cultivation and combat power have made many geniuses pale in comparison. However, under the pressure released by this strong man, Mo Yang was forced to stop and stand still.

"Hand over the sacred wood bow!"

The old man stood in the air, looking down at Mo Yang, and a cold voice came out of his mouth.

"Old man, why should I give it to you!"

Mo Yang gritted his teeth and raised his head, staring at the old man in the air, and actually said such a sentence.

"Ant, you are looking for death!"

The old man was furious, and he suddenly took a step forward. At this moment, the whole sky was shaking wildly.

The energy fluctuations visible to the naked eye spread out like ripples, and Mo Yang's body trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth.

The golden blood fell on the ground, and there were wisps of light flowing, which was extremely conspicuous.

Outside the holy land, the dark crowd of onlookers was silent at this time.

This scene was so shocking that many cultivators couldn't help but hold their breath and stare at the front without blinking, fearing that they would miss any details.

Mo Yang's body shook for a while, and he stabilized with difficulty. He slowly raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then he actually laughed.

At this time, he looked like a madman.

At the same time, an inexplicable breath began to emanate from Mo Yang's body, and the golden true energy on his body gradually changed. After a while, it completely turned into blood red, like a charming blood light flowing around him, like a wisp of devil flame burning.

A tall figure appeared silently behind him.

I don't know how many people were shocked. Before, there were rumors in the cultivation world that Mo Yang practiced ancient magic skills, but many people saw it with their own eyes today.

As the black shadow emerged, the pressure on Mo Yang seemed to be torn apart by an inexplicable force.

It seemed that Mo Yang was much more relaxed at this time.

Mo Yang knew clearly that the two ancestors of the Holy Land wanted the Star Emperor Tower and the Ancient Chessboard on him, as well as his precious body.

The old man in front of him seemed not to want to damage Mo Yang's body, so he restrained too much power when he attacked, otherwise it would not be the result at the moment.

He raised his sword and continued to move forward, saying: "Today I just want to take the Saint away. The Divine Wood Bow belongs to the Saint, and I will only return it to her!"

"Ignorant ant, you are really ridiculous, practicing ancient magic skills, today I will kill you in public!"

The old man in the air spoke angrily, and then he shouted: "Formation up!"

As he shouted, the entire Holy Land underwent earth-shaking changes, and countless array patterns emerged together. This large array covered all directions and directly enveloped the Saint Girl Peak.

As the patterns intertwined and spread, in just two breaths, the large array completely emerged.

And Mo Yang was in the middle of the formation.

There was a strange aura in the formation, which made many powerful people in the crowd change color.

"This is the Soul Locking Formation. It is said that if you enter this formation, your soul will be directly extracted. Xuantian Holy Land actually set up such a vicious formation!" An old cultivator whispered.

"This is called a forbidden formation. It is too vicious. It is said that it was once banned. Even if they want to kill Mo Yang, they can just do it directly. Why do they set up such a formation!"

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Voices rang out from the crowd one after another, and many onlookers retreated in shock.

At this time, Xuantian Holy Land seemed to have really turned into a demon cave. The Soul Locking Formation covered all directions, and the aura it emitted was gloomy and terrifying, as if you could hear the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Although there were many voices of doubt, no one dared to stand up and say anything, because at some point, another figure appeared above the formation.

Although Mo Yang had comprehended the Ancient Chessboard before and knew how to activate the killing formation on it, he didn't dare to use it directly at this moment. The cultivation of these two holy land ancestors was too strong. If he used it rashly, he was worried that the Ancient Chessboard would be taken away.