Ancient Gods

Zhao Xiaoxiao stood in the crowd, staring at the ring, and said with some concern: "Why doesn't this guy take action? He won't be in danger..."

The Taoist Saint standing next to her shook her head and said: "He has more tricks than you think. If he takes action, this man will be half-dead if he doesn't die!"

The Taoist Saint didn't know Mo Yang's current situation, but when she saw Mo Yang took out the ancient chessboard, there was no suspense in this battle.

On the ring, the formation was running on its own at this time, and a light curtain condensed out, covering the entire ring.

Wang Xiao had no worries at all, and his moves became more and more fierce, opening and closing, and a series of peerless sword energy slashed towards Mo Yang.

From the scene on the ring, it no longer looked like a sparring match, but more like a life-and-death battle.

And Mo Yang was still dodging and retreating. Although Mo Yang's body was strong, there would be no danger even if he took on those sword energies, but if it lasted for a long time, his body might be damaged.

After all, this was no ordinary attack. Wang Xiao was furious and used several powerful sword techniques in succession, which was full of murderous aura.

Even though Mo Yang had rich combat experience, he almost couldn't avoid it at this time.

Mo Yang had been thinking in his mind. According to the tower soul, this ancient chessboard already had a spirit, but he had been sensing it silently, but he didn't get any response, and the ancient chessboard didn't move at all.

Once on Xuantian Continent, he used his blood to activate the ancient chessboard several times, and the mark left by the Star Emperor once emerged.

But after several activations, the mark left by the Star Emperor had dissipated. Now even if he used the previous method, I'm afraid it would be useless.

"That is the mark left by the Star Emperor. Most spiritual things drip blood. The mark left by the Star Emperor has dissipated. You should know what to do!" When Mo Yang was thinking, the voice of the tower soul sounded again in his mind.

Mo Yang was stunned after hearing this, and then he suddenly realized it. He was speechless and said, "Old man, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You didn't ask!"

Mo Yang: "..."

He felt that this tower soul was a fool. If he had reminded him earlier, he wouldn't have been kept in the dark.

"Boom..."

Just when Mo Yang was distracted, a sword energy suddenly fell on him, instantly cutting a huge hole in his robe.

The sword energy was extremely sharp and unstoppable. It actually left a blood mark on his chest, and drops of golden blood seeped out of the wound.

Mo Yang's body was also shocked and retreated repeatedly.

"Why don't you take action?" Wang Xiao was full of anger, staring at Mo Yang and shouting.

Mo Yang looked down at the blood mark on his chest, frowned slightly, and brushed his fingers across the wound. The blood-stained fingers moved on the ancient chessboard.

At this time, the arena was completely in an uproar. The blood seeping out of Mo Yang's wound was actually golden blood.

The Taoist Saint naturally felt that it was nothing, after all, she and Mo Yang came from the same continent and knew a lot about Mo Yang.

But other cultivators were different.

It immediately triggered a strong discussion. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, many cultivators would not believe it, because golden blood was a rumor.

Although there are many races in the wilderness, such as the Snow Clan on the North Cang Icefield and the mysterious Wilderness Clan, all of them have bright red blood flowing in their bodies.

As for this kind of war blood that is as bright as gold, according to rumors, only the God Clan in the ancient times has such blood.

"Who is he from? He actually has golden war blood flowing in his body!" A cultivator exclaimed immediately.

This is an extremely shocking thing. Once the news spreads, I am afraid that the entire wilderness will cause an uproar.

"No wonder his physique is so terrifying, his identity must be extraordinary!"

...

There are already many geniuses present, and seeing this kind of thing, everyone is not calm.

Wang Xiao also saw it at the first time. Although he was also surprised, his anger was even greater now. He didn't care about Mo Yang's identity at all. He just wanted to vent his anger completely.

However, people outside the ring were talking about it, and no one noticed Mo Yang's actions.

The golden blood stained on the ancient chessboard instantly penetrated into the chessboard. The drops of golden blood were like a key, causing the ancient chessboard to tremble suddenly.

It seemed to open a mysterious door, and a strange breath emanated from the chessboard.

The chess pieces on it were trembling at this time, and the originally noisy surroundings of the ring gradually became quiet.

The ancient chessboard silently floated in front of Mo Yang, and Mo Yang slowly closed his eyes at this time, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

Although he only smeared a few drops of blood from the wound on the chessboard, 30% of the blood in his body was inexplicably drawn away.

There were no residual images around the chessboard as before, but the whole chessboard seemed to come alive at this time, and an inexplicable wave was transmitted into Mo Yang's heart.

Mo Yang closed his eyes and stood there silently, not paying attention to Wang Xiao.

"You..."

Wang Xiao was furious. Before, Mo Yang just didn't use his true energy, but now he just stood there and even closed his eyes.

This battle was too frustrating for him, and it was a great shame.

He held the sword with both hands, urged all his strength, and stabbed Mo Yang fiercely.

However, at this moment, Mo Yang moved. Although he didn't open his eyes, he raised his right hand slightly, and a black piece on the chessboard trembled violently, and then rushed into the air.

Around the chessboard, strands of mysterious patterns emerged. From outside the arena, it looked like the patterns on the chessboard were manifested, turning the entire arena into a chessboard.

"Boom!"

The black piece fell, and thousands of huge waves were instantly stirred up on the floating patterns, and the barriers around the arena collapsed.

This was a light curtain condensed by the formation left by the strong, but it could not withstand the power at this time and collapsed directly.

Wang Xiao, who rushed to the front of Mo Yang, finally changed his face. The strong sword energy attached to the sword was directly shattered, and then a force spread out, and his body was directly blown away.

However, this was not the most terrifying thing, because with Mo Yang as the center, it seemed to have really evolved into a chess game, and at the edge of the sky-filled patterns, there was an inexplicable force flowing.

The breath of the chess game could not be felt from the outside world, but Wang Xiao was in the chess game and seemed unable to get out.

Mo Yang was not attacking Wang Xiao at this time, but was sensing something in his heart. He moved his palms one after another, and chess pieces flew up from the ancient chessboard and landed on the illusory Dao mark.

Wang Xiao's face was gloomy, and he roared several times in succession. He felt a great crisis at this time.