Ancient Gods

As soon as Mo Yang finished speaking, the air in the void surged, and the entire night sky was no longer calm. The peerless aura that had just dissipated emerged again.

A wisp of pattern emerged in the night sky, and in the blink of an eye, it gathered into a huge ancient character.

It looked like an ancient character, but in fact it was a pure trace of Taoism, an imperial text created by the great emperor.

Ye Chen's face changed drastically in an instant, and a trace of horror suddenly appeared in his eyes. If he changed to other means, he would not be afraid, but only this imperial text was too terrifying, and he could not stop it at all.

Just like the moment just now, his body was even directly fixed by an invisible force. It seemed that there was no place for him to hide in the vast world, and he could only bear the destructive force.

At this time, he didn't think much, turned around and rushed into the night sky.

Because he was really scared. If this imperial text crushed his body again, he couldn't guarantee that he could still reshape his combat body and survive.

In the face of such a force that subverted common sense, he didn't dare to hold a fluke.

Moreover, he has now glimpsed the threshold of the Great Saint Realm. If there is any mistake, he may regret it for the rest of his life.

If it were before, he might have tried his best to drive the other sword lights to resist, but now he no longer has that determination.

"This damned one has improved again!" Er Gouzi stared at Mo Yang's bloody body and murmured.

It was really scared just now, thinking that Mo Yang was really going to be crushed by the sword light, but it was reversed at the critical moment.

"The words are the law, and the words are actually the imperial text. Brother Mo, Brother Mo... It's incredible..." Nie Yun sighed softly at this time, with a complicated expression on his face.

Seeing the two top geniuses fighting tonight was too shocking for him. Whether it was Ye Chen or Mo Yang, they were both amazing talents.

But now it seems that Ye Chen seemed to have seen the threshold of the Great Saint Realm, and his state of mind was turbulent, and he was afraid, and he turned around and fled...

The countless onlookers below were stunned when they saw this scene. Everyone had expected the scene of Mo Yang's defeat and imagined the scene of Mo Yang's fall...

But no one expected that Ye Chen would actually flee into the night sky without looking back.

Even Ye Xueqin was stunned. The previous scene was unexpected, and this scene was even more unexpected.

She had already planned to take action, trying to contain Mo Yang and kill him together, but just as she was about to take action, Ye Chen turned around and slipped away...

"Hmph... You're here and you still want to leave?"

Mo Yang spoke coldly, and then he flipped his palm, and a sacred wood bow appeared in his hand. Then he used the silver-white war halberd in his hand as an arrow feather, raised his hand and put it on the sacred wood bow, and just pulled the bowstring so hard...

"Swoosh..."

As Mo Yang let go, the night sky was instantly illuminated by the dazzling light, and a piercing strange whistle spread throughout the night sky.

The halberd suddenly cut through the void and disappeared into the night sky in the blink of an eye, leaving a terrifying tail light that was more than ten feet long in the night sky.

"Ah..."

After a few breaths, a scream was heard from an unknown distance.

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound, only to see blood bursting in the distance.

Mo Yang did not stop at this time, urging the Xingzi scroll, taking a step forward, and disappearing directly over Xuantian City.

"Even if I can't kill you, you have to leave me what you got from this battle!" Mo Yang's voice followed.

A dazzling light lit up more than ten miles away. Even though it was more than ten miles away, the terrifying sword energy that was overwhelming could still be felt.

Ye Chen seemed to be desperately attacking, and two more sword energies rose up in succession, cutting through the darkness.

But then a huge ancient character appeared in the night sky and suddenly pressed down.

The land trembled, and the terrifying wind wave flattened the distant green mountains. The aftermath of the collapse caused the attics in Xuantian City to collapse one after another.

Zuiyan Tower also made a loud rumbling sound, and then collapsed with a bang, stirring up smoke and dust.

Ye Xueqin had already left Xuantian City and rushed into the night sky. She was also panicking at this time.

If Ye Chen fought to the death and had no fear in his heart, she would not worry about anything, but the moment Ye Chen had the intention to retreat, Ye Chen had already lost.

She was worried that Ye Chen would have an accident. Although Ye Chen had other means to save his life, she did not dare to be careless.

"This sword is good, I accept it!"

In the night sky, Mo Yang laughed loudly, and then Ye Chen roared several times...

The faces of the Tianjiao watching the battle were different. They looked at each other and rushed towards the battle site.

But after arriving there, everyone only saw two figures fleeing away, it seemed that Ye Xueqin dragged Ye Chen away.

"Mo Yang, if I don't kill you, I, Ye Chen, will not be a human being!"

Ye Chen's extremely angry roar came from the night sky, but when the voice fell, he and Ye Xueqin's figures had disappeared from everyone's sight.

In mid-air, Mo Yang stood there silently, holding a sword in his hand, and was looking down at this time.

That sword turned out to be Ye Chen's natal sword, and he was actually taken away by him.

"Fuck... God damn, not bad, not bad!"

Er Gouzi rushed to the front, turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Mo Yang, and it was unclear whether he was praising Mo Yang or scolding Mo Yang.

"Boy, this sword is destined to be with me!" Er Gouzi rushed to Mo Yang's shoulder, not caring about Mo Yang's injuries, nor checking Mo Yang's condition, his eyes stared straight at the sword in Mo Yang's hand.

Mo Yang looked calm, then he used all his strength, holding the sword tightly with both hands, and a violent aura continuously emanated from him.

"This... Ye Chen's sword actually fell into his hands, what is he doing?" Some cultivators who had just arrived looked at the night sky in doubt.

"Is he trying to refine Ye Chen's mark directly and take the sword for himself!" Some cultivators speculated, their voices trembling.

That was the peerless genius of the Ye family, and Mo Yang actually snatched his weapon directly, and now he openly refined it and wanted to make it his own.

"Boom..."

A powerful aura emanated from the sword, and it actually broke Mo Yang apart.

The sword broke away from his hand and floated in the night sky, and then a figure emerged from the sword, staring at Mo Yang with cold eyes.

Mo Yang changed color, this sword actually left the mark of a strong man of the Ye family.

Although it was not an incarnation, it was also a spiritual imprint.

The shadow stared at Mo Yang with an extremely cold gaze. Endless murderous intent flowed in his eyes, and a terrifying aura emanated from him.

This is a great saint!

"You old immortal, do you still want to intervene?" Mo Yang said coldly.