Start, Hongmeng Holy Dynasty Young Emperor

"Drink~"

The five hundred Yama Legion rushed into the God King Great Hall, and the gust of wind caused by the sprint blew the clothes and hair of the people in the Great Hall.

A breath of addicted blood came along with the strong wind, making everyone instantly feel the extraordinaryness of this army.

The arrival of Yan Mo's army added information from Di Tian's side, and Di Tian looked at Mo Yi with a slight smile on his face.

"Mo God King, why don't you turn hostility into friendship and let the deity leave safely with Yuyan? Don't hurt the peace between the two parties."

Di Tian's chuckle seemed to despise the Mo people in his eyes, and it aroused Mo Yi's anger even more.

"Di Tian, ​​you forced me to do this. Even if I kill you here today, the God Emperor will not blame me."

"Where is Zhantian Shenwei?"

"exist!"

In an instant, hundreds of majestic warriors burst out from all directions.

"Kill, life or death."

Mo Yi's patience has reached its limit, and he is determined to kill Di Tian.

"Yanjun, kill! I want to see today, what is the background of the God King Palace!"

Di Tian didn't hesitate either, pulled Huang Yuyan up, flew to the void outside the hall and stood up.

And Fatty, Ye Zitan and others also knew that they could not participate in this battle, so they followed Di Tian to the outside of the hall.

When Di Tian left the Great Hall, a combat blow was triggered, and the Three Kings on the other side of the Great Hall saw it.

Only Ling God King wanted to join, but was held back by Shang God King.

"Wait a minute, Ling God King, we play by ear."

And Hao God King exited the Great Hall with a chuckle on his face.

"Di Tian, ​​if you have the ability to single out with this son of God, the hatred of taking your wife, this son of God will not share the sky with you."

Seeing Di Tian standing in the void outside the hall, Mo Yang flew towards him, level with Di Tian.

"This deity originally only wanted to take Yuyan away, and didn't want to conflict with you Mo people, so what can I do, what can I do.

Since you insist on courting death, don't blame the deity. "

Just when Di Tian was about to fight Mo Yang, Huang Yuyan who was beside him took Di Tian's hand and shook her head.

"Di Tian, ​​don't, Mo Yang is already at the peak of the Consummation Ancestor, only half step away is the Indistinguishable Dao Ancestor, it is not very wise to fight him now."

Huang Yuyan was afraid of hurting Di Tian's Supreme heart, so she said it very euphemistically.

Hearing this, Di Tian patted Huang Yuyan's hand lightly, and gave her a reassuring look.

"It's the first time this deity has met a perfect patriarch's peak arrogance, so I will borrow your life to promote the deity's name."

As soon as Di Tian finished speaking, his powerful aura suddenly soared, which shocked the Mo guests.

"What? It turns out that God Venerable Di Tian is also a strong ancestor of consummation. Although he is only a third stage, his aura is not inferior to God Son Moyang."

"At this age, to have such a high Cultivation Base, it is worthy of the blood of the imperial family."

"The duel between the two geniuses in this battle should be evenly divided. It depends on whether God Zi Moyang can break through in the battle."

...

"Di Tian, ​​I know that you have some strength, but the final winner will always be me."

When Mo Yang heard everyone's praise of Di Tian, ​​he was very jealous in his heart, and his aura faintly showed signs of breakthrough.

"Batian Sword Art."

Suddenly, the sky changed suddenly, the sky and the earth turned pale, and a long sword of Youlong rose from behind Mo Yang.

Following his gesture, the point of the sword is aimed at Di Tian, ​​and then the long sword produces two, two produces three, and three produces thousands.

The densely packed long swords charged towards Di Tian with the power of destroying heaven and earth.

Seeing this, Di Tian didn't panic at all, and slowly pulled out a blood-red long sword from the void, this is the sword of killing.

"Since you like to use swords, this deity will let you die under the sword of killing."

Di Tian held the Slaughter Sword in his hand, and the gust of wind in the void made the divine robe on his body rattle.

The divine power continued to condense towards the killing, and when he saw countless long swords attacking him, he slashed at the void.

"Kill, destroy the sky!"

A sword glow flew out from the Slaughter Sword and collided with Mo Yang's Ten Thousand Sword.

"Boom."

Such powerful attacks collided, causing a wave of aftermath in the void, cutting through the air layer.

"Ding……"

A crisp and pleasant voice sounded, and Mo Yang's thousands of swords were knocked back to their original shape.

There was only one Yulong Sword left, which directly escaped from its control, fell into the void, and stuck on the roof of the God King's palace.

"Om..." The sword swayed and made a roaring sound.

"How is it possible? This son of God is the peak of the perfect ancestor. He is a third stage, why is he so powerful?"

Mo Yang's first attack was easily broken by Di Tian, ​​and he had doubts about his own strength.

"Realm can't represent everything. This is the true meaning of cultivation taught by the deity before you die."

After Di Tian finished speaking, he leaped up, spun in the void, changed his hands to hold the sword, and slashed vertically in the direction of Mo Yang.

"Killing, eternal."

"Woo~"

Under Di Tian's move, using it as a critical point, the killing breath permeated the entire void, attacking Mo Yang with an endless trend.

This kind of power could kill even the air, Mo Yang was startled, never thought that sword moves could be so terrifying.

Unwilling to accept his fate, he stared at the killing breath attacking him, and shouted loudly.

"Thousands of swords will be attached, and one sword will destroy the world."

When he yelled this, the Youlong Sword stuck on the roof automatically returned.

When returning, the sword body gradually became larger, and finally reached to cover half of the sky, colliding with Di Tian's killing with a destructive aura.

"Boom~"

"Ringling..."

Waves of killing air hit the huge Youlongjian, causing it to burst into sparks.

In the end, the Youlong Sword slowly lost its luster, and after a while, it became dim and lost its spirituality, just like an iron sword falling into the void.

But after Di Tian's killing spirit broke through You Long's block, he faced Mo Yang directly.

"Drink~"

Mo Yang yelled, and a dark light appeared on the surface of his body, which was his divine power to protect the body.

Because what Di Tian used was killing eternity, so the killing aura will not weaken, unless it is broken open by someone or the target is killed, otherwise it will continue.

Within a few breaths of Mo Yang's resistance, the divine power in his body was exhausted, and he could only rely on the divine robe on his body to resist.

But his body in the void was like being kicked by several people like a ball, rampaging and screaming again and again.

"What? What kind of sword art is this? Why is it so powerful?"

Seeing this scene, everyone in God King Palace and Tianmo Dao trembled with fear.

"Is this the arrogance of the Imperial Clan? Even God Son Mo Yang, who is several small Realms taller than him, is no match for him."

The discussion below did not stop Di Tian's attack, and Mo Yang was still being hit by the killing air in the void, relying on the defense of the divine robe.

Feeling the crisis, Mo Yang decided to be ruthless and make a temporary breakthrough, even if the foundation is hurt, he must save face.

Otherwise, only Death is waiting for him.

"Yeah~"

"Break it for the Son of God..."

"Om~"

A beam of blood shot up from Mo Yang's body, and the injuries on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Burning life to breakthrough Realm is indeed hard work, what a pity! You met the deity."

Seeing this, Di Tian looked at Mo Yang with contempt.

"I won't play with you anymore. The woman who dares to get involved in this deity, death will be your best destination."

After Di Tian finished speaking, he raised his sword and went up in an instant, and Mo Yang also completed the breakthrough at this time, shattering the killing air, and looked at Di Tian with a terrifying look.

"It was you who made me burn my life to break through, affecting the foundation, and I want to use your life as a sacrifice."

"Arrogance." Just as Di Tian finished speaking, he held the sword in his right hand, and stretched out two fingers in his left hand to condense a tiny particle.

Introduce it into the Sword of Slaughter, and the sword body immediately screamed and overflowed with light.

The tiny particles of energy are the attack of the God Elephant Suppressing Prison Force. Di Tian has been pondering and improving it, and now this move is his novel and unique creation.

"Idol Slaying Slash."

"You can die under this trick, you are proud enough."

Di Tian held up the Sword of Slaughter, the sword body carried the power of thousands of idols, combined with endless killing, the sword fell down.

A wave of world-destroying energy attacked Mo Yang with lightning speed.

The terrified Mo Yang felt the coming of Death, even if he broke through the Indistinguishable Dao ancestor Realm.

Under Di Tian's move, he was still unable to resist, just when he was about to accept Death.

Mo Yi from the God King's Palace arrived in front of Mo Yang with a teleportation, and Lord Yan, who had been staring at Mo Yi, also arrived at this moment.

Holding up the big knife, he slashed towards Mo Yi. Mo Yi had no movement technique, and before Di Tian's attack arrived, he took Yanjun's big knife attack hard.

But he is the Supreme ancestor Realm, how can he, a Half step Supreme ancestor, be able to resist.

Being directly smashed into the void by it, penetrating layers of air, seeing that his son was about to die, he shouted unwillingly.

"No, Yang'er..."

"boom!"

"Boom~"

The sound of Mo Yi's landing happened at the same time as the sound of Di Tian's attack hitting Mo Yang.

"My Yang'er." Mo Yang's mother rushed over, seeing the dark clouds filling the void, she could see something at all.

"Hey! Such an arrogance, just fell!"

"Yes! It seems that God Di Tian will find it difficult to leave the Mo clan today."

The guests in the God King Hall were all feeling sorry for Mo Yang's death, shaking their heads.

Only Di Tian, ​​with a calm expression on his face, was waiting for the dark clouds to dissipate, because he felt that at the last moment, someone blocked that move.

Within a few breaths, the dark clouds permeating the void were dispelled, and two figures appeared vaguely.

"What the hell, life is really big, but yes, if you are killed so easily in the Mo tribe, then the Mo tribe is not worthy of the title of God King."

Facing the dissipated dark clouds, Di Tian cursed at the place where two figures appeared.

Yan Jun felt something was wrong, and in an instant, he came to Di Tian.

"The Son of God is not dead."

Someone yelled loudly, and the crowd who had lowered their heads all looked towards the void under the sound.

Mo Yi, who was seriously injured, was very excited when he found an old man in front of Mo Yang.

"Thank you ancestor for saving Yang'er's life."

As soon as Mo Yi said this, everyone present was shocked.

"What? The ancestors of the Mo tribe have come out? Can Di Tian still go?"

"He is a god of the gods, who was conferred by the emperor himself. Since the son of Moyang is not dead, the Mo clan should not kill Di Tian."

"Well, it seems to be."

...

In the void, the old man standing in front of Mo Yang stroked his gray beard, without any expression on his face.

"Little friend, this move is too overbearing, I suggest you use it sparingly."

Seeing this, Di Tian said with a light smile. "Old man, I don't care whether you are overbearing or not, what can kill the enemy is ruthless moves.

If one still considers moves when confronting the enemy, how can one kill the enemy? "

"It turns out that you are here to kill the god son of the Mohist family, so you will not be allowed to stay today."

The ancestors of the Mo family who have been in Closed Door Training don't know what happened to the Mo family.

He just sensed that the Mo disciples' lives were in danger, so he came to rescue them in an instant.

I thought that Di Tian and Mo Yang were sparring, but they were in a life-and-death battle, which made the ancestor of the Mo tribe feel unhappy.

"Ancestor please behead this little bastard. This man has taken my wife and wants to behead me by the sword. Since when have we, the Mo people, been subjected to such a shameful humiliation?"

Mo Yang added fuel and jealousy to the side, and it is bound to require the ancestor to kill Di Tian to relieve his hatred.

When he heard Mo Yang's words, the ancestor of the Mo family instantly had murderous intent. In his eyes, the Mo family would not allow others to tarnish their reputation.

"Boy, use your life today to restore the reputation of the Mo people."

The ancestor of the Mo tribe didn't move at all, just raised his palm high, and the sky was filled with lightning and thunder, a huge giant hand.

Coming down from the height where Di Tian was standing, he was about to smash Di Tian into a meat paste.

Seeing this, Jun Yan flew up, with a big knife in his hand that was good at facing the wind, as if it were flat in the palm of his hand.

It reached the palm, and the sound of steel rubbing instantly sounded, and the ancestor of the Mo clan saw it and snorted coldly.

"Hmph! Little Eighth Stage, dare to show off in front of this ancestor."

Then he controlled the giant hand, flicked the big knife with his ring finger, and made a crisp sound.

"Dang~" The sword instantly returned to its original state.

Yan Jun was shaken away by the huge force it brought, and a bloody sword spewed out from his mouth.

"puff…"

"Young Master, be careful!"

He was still concerned about Di Tian's safety when he was injured, and he wanted to attack again, but he saw Di Tian was still smiling lightly.

At this moment, the entire void was covered with petals from the other side, and then, a beautiful figure descended from the void.