Ancient Gods

All the geniuses watching around the battlefield were shocked. Ye Xueqin, who had been paying close attention to the battlefield, couldn't help but widen her eyes.

She knew the power of this sword technique. Even a third-level Saint Emperor would find it difficult to catch this sword, but it was resolved in this way.

"Destroy the God!"

At this moment, before everyone came to their senses, Ye Chen shouted.

At this moment, his expression was ferocious, as if his majesty had been challenged. Without any extra words, he swung the sword in his hands with both hands, with a murderous intent and terrifying pressure pouring down like a backflow of sea water.

"Damn it, this kid has no martial ethics. Is he so angry? He is so quick to act. Is he in a hurry to reincarnate?" After Er Gouzi came to his senses, he immediately spit out fragrance at the night sky.

Many cultivators were also shocked after they came to their senses. Ye Chen was really angry. At this time, he didn't say a word and swung the sword with both hands to chop down.

"He's finally serious, the show is about to begin!" Some cultivators suddenly became excited, because the atmosphere was different from before.

In the night sky, murderous intent surged wildly, too terrifying, giving everyone a feeling of soul-stirring.

Many people felt creepy, as if the world had suddenly entered a severe winter, and their whole bodies were as cold as falling into an ice cave.

Countless onlookers stared at the night sky, and at this time they didn't care about the dazzling sword light that stung their eyes. No one wanted to miss any details.

Because the aura of this sword was more terrifying than the previous one, and Ye Chen's attack was like this, Mo Yang seemed a little unprepared, and he was afraid that he didn't even have the opportunity to block it.

"Mo Yang..."

Yu Yao's exclamation came from a distance.

Mo Yang stood in the night sky, and the sword light that fell down was very fast, with murderous intent, and fell on his head in the blink of an eye.

Mo Yang's face was a little pale, his black hair was blown wildly by the mighty air wave, and his bloodstained robes fluttered like flags on the battlefield.

Seeing the sword light fall, he closed his eyes silently.

The many cultivators watching were stunned at this time, including those geniuses, everyone's eyes were frozen.

Did Mo Yang give up resisting?

Did he know that he couldn't compete, or that he was too late to block, so he accepted his fate?

Er Gouzi wanted to say something, but it was too late, he stood there with his mouth open.

Ye Xueqin seemed to be relieved, but her face was also a little dazed, as if she didn't expect this to happen, Mo Yang would actually give up resistance at this time.

...

"Heaven is dry..."

However, at this critical moment, Mo Yang uttered a self-talk, and everyone only heard a few words vaguely.

Then, the veins on his head collapsed, and a peerless aura suddenly emanated, instantly dispersing the murderous intent and sword energy that filled the world.

A mysterious ancient character floated above his head, and the mysterious ancient character emerged, as if it suppressed everything in an instant. The night sky calmed down in an instant, and all the surging air waves disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, time seemed to be stagnant, and the picture in the night sky fell into stillness.

Because the sword light that fell was actually fixed in the air by an invisible force, less than two meters away from Mo Yang's head, with a mysterious ancient character in the middle.

There was no sound of collision, no disintegrating air waves swept out, everything was silent.

Only the peerless aura enveloped the world and instantly swept the entire Xuantian City.

After a few breaths of time, the sword light that Ye Chen had slashed down slowly faded, and then just dissipated in the night sky...

Ye Chen's eyes widened, and at this moment his face was filled with countless complex expressions, shock, unbelievable, and other...

"You..."

He seemed to want to say something, but just as he uttered a word, Mo Yang opened his eyes and uttered only one word.

"Go!"

Mo Yang raised his hand and waved it, and the ancient word went up against the sky and printed on Ye Chen.

The entire night sky seemed to be lifted up by the mysterious ancient word. Ye Chen stood there with a trace of horror in his eyes.

Tonight, so far, he showed this look for the first time.

But he did not avoid it, and watched the ancient word print towards him, and then blood splashed, his body was instantly torn apart, and turned into pieces of fragments flying everywhere...

"This is the emperor's text..."

At this time, a cultivator reacted, and a cry broke the silence of Xuantian City.

"Why didn't Ye Chen dodge? Did he want to fight head-on?" A cultivator exclaimed.

The scene in the night sky was too shocking, and it was like a shocking reversal. Everyone thought that it was Mo Yang who was crushed, but in the blink of an eye, everything changed and the roles were reversed.

"It's not that he doesn't want to dodge, but he can't dodge!" A Tianjiao spoke.

Just now, Ye Chen seemed to want to withdraw and retreat, to avoid the imperial text, but he seemed to have nowhere to retreat, his body was locked, and even directly fixed.

It was like a bloody rain in the night sky, countless blood fell down, accompanied by some crushed body fragments.

Mo Yang stood there silently, no breath of attraction came from him, but it made everyone change color.

"Roar..."

A moment later, a roar resounded through the night sky, and the falling blood beads and the blood and flesh fragments splashing everywhere trembled violently. Each drop of blood bead emitted a bright blood light, and a terrifying aura permeated.

Although this scene was shocking, the crowd was not surprised. After all, Ye Chen had the third-level cultivation of the Saint Emperor. It was impossible for him to die like this. Now he was obviously reshaping his fighting body.

However, Mo Yang did not make a move. He stood silently in the night sky with his hands behind his back.

As the flesh and blood gathered, after a few breaths, Ye Chen's body was reshaped. He seemed to be reborn in blood, and the aura emanating from his body was even stronger than before.

"What's the situation? Ye Chen seems to be a little wrong. He feels different from before..." A cultivator whispered.

The various Tianjiao also frowned, and they were very puzzled, because at this time, it seemed that Ye Chen seemed to have undergone a huge change, but they could not see where the change had occurred.

"With the body as a sword, this is touching that threshold..." Nie Yun was also surprised and couldn't help but speak.

Mo Yang stood with his hands behind his back, and a strange color appeared on his face.

"Thank you for helping me break the shackles. After this battle, I hope to step into the Great Saint Realm!" Ye Chen stood there, although his face was pale, but he showed a gloomy smile.

"Really?"

Mo Yang's eyebrows relaxed, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then a cold voice came out of his mouth: "Earth is Kun!"