Ancient Gods

Mo Yang sat cross-legged in the golden little world, which was only a few feet in size, but the terrifying thunders that struck down one after another were all blocked.

As the thunder punishment officially descended, the dazzling white light was like a waterfall pouring down from the deep space, directly covering the entire canyon.

Even Mo Yang's body was completely blocked by the thunder light, and the situation inside could not be seen from the outside.

The three strong men of the Da Dao Sect retreated to a distance, and the great perfect saint stared at the center of the thunder punishment with horror, and then turned and left.

Mo Yang's cultivation was much stronger than they expected, and he had to pass the news back as soon as possible to see how the sect would respond.

Because according to the current situation, once Mo Yang really stepped into the Saint King realm, it would not be so easy to kill Mo Yang at that time, and it would probably cause their operation to fail this time.

The cultivators from all walks of life retreated again and again, because the unprecedented horror of this thunder punishment even shocked those Saint King realm strongmen hiding in the dark.

After nearly half an hour, the thunder tribulation had reached its most violent moment. Pieces of white light fell from the sky, and the tragic atmosphere filled the world, dull and oppressive.

However, at this moment, the location where the lightning struck began to move.

The two Saint Kings of the Dao Sect were puzzled at first, and did not understand what was going on, because the location where the lightning struck was actually moving towards where they were, at a very fast speed.

Until a few breaths later, they vaguely saw that Mo Yang in the lightning was actually rushing towards them, and the two Saint Kings' faces changed drastically.

Mo Yang used the spiritual palace vision to protect himself, and he was not injured in the thunder tribulation. Instead, he rushed directly towards them.

"Damn, this madman!" The second-level Saint King was shocked and angry, and then turned and fled.

Although he was very fast, he never expected that the speed of the thunder punishment was not behind at all, and even caught up quickly.

"Boom..."

A white light suddenly fell, accompanied by a loud noise, and the second-level Saint King of the Dao Sect was struck by thunder from mid-air to the ground, directly smashing a large pit several feet deep on the ground.

This scene frightened the cultivators in the distance and exclaimed.

Because many people saw that the second-level Saint King was actually injured directly. The moment he was struck by thunder, a hole was torn open on his body, and blood splattered.

"Boom..."

A few roars came from the big pit, and the second-level Saint King soared into the sky with a shabby face. Just as he rushed out of the big pit, several lightning bolts fell down, directly smashing the ground into pieces, and several huge cracks spread out at a rapid speed.

Mo Yang himself fell from mid-air. At this time, in the eyes of many cultivators, he was simply a demon.

Because the thunder seemed to surround his body, and he was surrounded by a small golden world, which was invulnerable to all methods.

"Mo Yang, you lunatic!"

A roar came from there, and everyone saw that the second-level Saint King was actually picked out of the pit by Mo Yang.

Mo Yang held a silver-white war halberd in his hand and pierced the other party's body directly, picking him out of the pit.

The subsequent scene was even more shocking, because Mo Yang took out an alchemy furnace from somewhere, and then suppressed it with the power of thunder, and the second-level Saint King was forced into the alchemy furnace.

Then he actually stood in front of the alchemy furnace, using the power of thunder to refine the Saint King like refining an elixir.

All the cultivators who saw this scene from the lightning turned pale.

No one expected that Mo Yang would use such a cruel way to kill the enemy. The second-level Saint King was suppressed by thunder so easily by Mo Yang, and even forced into the alchemy furnace to be refined as an elixir.

If he didn't escape quickly, the fate of the Saint King would be terrifying to imagine. He would most likely be annihilated, and only a handful of ashes would remain.

"He actually used the second-level Saint King of the Dao Sect as an elixir to refine. This kid's methods are so cruel..." An old cultivator was extremely angry and spoke angrily.

There was a bit of fear in his eyes, but staring at the elixir furnace in front of Mo Yang, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

He obviously wanted to deliberately provoke the anger of the crowd to see if he could get all the cultivators to attack together and kill Mo Yang.

But at this time, no one dared to move forward half a step. Many cultivators even saw this scene and turned around in fear. They didn't dare to stay here any longer, nor did they dare to pay attention to Mo Yang's treasure.

"What a cruel method, borrowing the power of heavenly punishment, directly injecting the power of thunder into the alchemy furnace. Not to mention the second-level Saint King, even the peak Saint King can't bear it. If he can't escape, he will be destroyed!" A cultivator said.

"We should not provoke this madman. His cultivation has reached this point. He has become a force to be reckoned with. If he survives today, I am afraid that even the most powerful forces will be afraid of him!" Some cultivators didn't want to stay after saying this, and quickly turned around and evacuated.

"It's true that we can't provoke him. His brothers and sisters haven't shown up yet. Those people are not ordinary people..."

...

Amid the discussion of the crowd, in the thunder punishment, a terrifying roar resounded in all directions, making people's scalps numb.

Although the roar continued, the second-level Saint King did not break free and rushed out. Instead, Mo Yang stood there like a god or demon, changing different seals with his hands, and forming seals one after another into the alchemy furnace.

As time passed, it seemed that an incense stick of time had passed, or even longer, and the roar from the thunder tribulation disappeared.

"What happened? Did the strong man from the Dao Sect escape?" A cultivator whispered.

"Boom..."

As soon as the words fell, the dark alchemy furnace was caught by Mo Yang and soared into the sky, and then slammed into the distance.

With a loud bang, the void was instantly shattered. Hundreds of feet away, a scream was heard, accompanied by a figure falling down.

That person was another strong man from the Dao Sect. He had retreated to a distance before, but was also spotted by Mo Yang.

"It's over, the second-level Saint King may have fallen..." The voices of several cultivators were trembling.

Watching Mo Yang stepping through the air at an extremely fast speed, he raised his hand and took the alchemy furnace into his hand, then swung the alchemy furnace and slammed it into the ground.

"Puff..."

A puff of blood gushed up, and the body of the first-level Saint King was instantly crushed by the alchemy furnace.

"I just need some medicinal ingredients for alchemy, and you are just right!" Mo Yang's sinister words sounded.

"Mo Yang, you dare to use the Saint King to make alchemy, there is no place for you in the cultivation world, and you will die a miserable death when everyone has the chance to kill you!"

The Saint King screamed loudly, angry and terrified in his heart.