Ancient Gods

Mo Yang had just attacked the young man at the peak of the Grandmaster Realm. This method made everyone present change color. He raised his hand and spilled the wine in the wine glass. The spilled wine was like a sharp sword, hurting the cultivators at the same level as him.

However, he turned around and looked at Meng Xianyin. His words made everyone suspicious.

In fact, many people saw that Meng Xianyin seemed to be deliberately targeting Mo Yang. There was a strong force in the sound wave just now, attacking Mo Yang invisibly.

But I didn't expect Mo Yang to be so direct. It seemed that he still had a smile on his face, without any signs of anger. I couldn't feel the slightest murderous intent, but just looking at the smile on his face, it was invisibly chilling.

Meng Xianyin's face changed slightly, and her eyebrows frowned slightly. She obviously saw that Mo Yang was not just going to spar with her. There was clearly a hint of anger in the depths of her eyes.

"Brother Mo, do you really want to spar?"

The smile on her face disappeared, and she asked.

"Girl, can't you see? This guy wants to press you to the ground and rub you. Will you give it to him?" Er Gouzi finished drinking a jar of wine and threw it aside, looking like he was about to spit out a sweet word.

Meng Xianyin glared at Er Gouzi coldly. This rogue spirit beast had only met her twice, but he almost made her spit blood. He never said a word of human language.

"Girl, what are you looking at? I have seen many girls hotter than you. I am not interested in you. Don't look at me with those unsatisfied eyes. Go to Mo Xiaozi, he will definitely be convinced by you! Hey, you dare to glare at me. How can you get married in the future if you are so irritable!"

Er Gouzi's words made everyone present look stunned. Such a weird spirit beast, I am afraid there is only one in ancient times. Not only is it weird, but it is also a rogue to the extreme.

Meng Xianyin was so angry that she trembled all over. She stared at Er Gouzi, with murderous intent in her eyes, and it was difficult to maintain the previous calmness.

"Since Brother Mo wants to spar, then follow Brother Mo's wishes!" Meng Xianyin's eyes moved to Mo Yang. Although her face was calm at this time, everyone knew that she had been angry in her heart for a long time and had murderous intentions towards Mo Yang in Qingfeng Pavilion.

"Boy, you may not be able to take this girl down. It may not be so easy to press her to the ground. Be careful!" Er Gouzi reminded Mo Yang in a low voice.

"Fight first, I don't want to hold back my anger. You dare to target me blatantly, do you think I'm a soft persimmon!" Mo Yang snorted coldly. He was indeed angry in his heart.

The city lord watched silently and did not speak to stop him. No one said anything. Meng Xianyin was considered a very talented disciple of Tianyin Pavilion in this generation. She entered the Dao with music and had extraordinary attainments.

No one knew how strong she was, because no one had seen her take action.

Mo Yang gave everyone present the same mysterious feeling. Although the city lord had already detected Mo Yang's cultivation, his combat power seemed to be more than the peak of the Grandmaster Realm. The method he used just now was not something that the Grandmaster Realm could resist.

The hall was very spacious. Meng Xianyin sat cross-legged with her knees bent, and a guqin was placed in front of her. Her jade-like fingertips gently stroked the strings.

"Zheng!"

A sound of the guqin burst out from the strings, like a burst of sword energy. Invisibly, a sharp breath was born in the hall, accompanied by the sound waves.

Mo Yang frowned slightly, and the true energy in his body circulated. A layer of golden body-protecting true energy directly penetrated his body, like a piece of armor draped over him.

Because he had taken countless pills in the past, his body was stronger than that of ordinary cultivators. In addition, he took spiritual fruits in Xuantian Holy Land and was baptized by the blood of the ancient god in the ancient tomb to reshape his body. His body is now far superior to that of cultivators at the same level. Even the peak of the War King may not have such a strong body.

Ordinary attacks could not hurt him at all.

The sound of the piano passed by, invisible and formless, but it was like a sharp sword sweeping across Mo Yang, making a sound of metal collision, and the void seemed to be cut, and a sword mark appeared, but it was fleeting.

"Zheng!"

Then another sound wave sounded, and in an instant the whole hall seemed to be stirred up, as if countless sword qi swept out.

At this time, Meng Xianyin looked calm, looking like a fairy who was not stained by the world. She sat there silently, her eyes closed at some point, as if she had entered some kind of wonderful realm, and she was completely different from her just now.

"What a vicious girl, she integrated the murderous intent into this soul-breaking song and killed people invisibly!" Er Gouzi couldn't help but speak.

At this time, Mo Yang's face was a little pale, and he felt a stabbing pain in his head, as if countless sword qi pierced his soul.

"I can still deal with the visible moves, but this invisible attack, which targets the spirit and soul, can only be resisted if the spirit is strong enough!" Mo Yang sighed in his heart.

Although it did not cause him too much damage, he now felt a tingling sensation in his head, and his consciousness seemed to be as drowsy as when he was swept by sleepiness.

"Boom..."

During Mo Yang's brief moment of unconsciousness, two sound waves swept over one after another, and the sharp breath swept the entire hall, even several Tianjiao changed color slightly.

Because this is no longer an ordinary attack, looking at this posture, it seems to be a life-and-death battle.

Er Gouzi also put down his wine glass, and his pair of big black gemstone eyes silently watched Mo Yang. He knew a lot about Xianyin Pavilion and knew that this Soul-breaking Song was a pure killing song. There was a rumor that there seemed to be a great battle, and when the Soul-breaking Song was over, all the soldiers and horses were dead.

"Puff..."

Mo Yang's body trembled suddenly, and two sound waves swept through him, directly breaking through his body protection, leaving two sword marks on his chest. Although it was just a scratch on the skin, it was terrifying enough.

Mo Yang was shocked. He still underestimated the disciple of the master of the Xianyin Pavilion. This person has a very strong cultivation.

At this time, Mo Yang's eyes floated with murderous intent, and he silently activated the war scroll. Although this is a scroll of attack secrets, it has no fixed moves. It is a kind of evolution method. At the same time, he secretly activated his left eye. At this time, a ray of light gold appeared in his eyes, and everything in his sight seemed to have changed.

The sound waves that were invisible before, now have no way to hide. He can clearly see that the sound waves are rippling like water waves, one by one, like a thread, but with terrifying power, as sharp as sword energy.

Mo Yang's figure flashed, and the Xingzi Scroll was activated by him with all his strength. He was like a ghost, dodging the sound waves one after another, and the sword energy in his hand condensed, and suddenly stabbed Meng Xianyin.

Meng Xianyin opened her eyes quickly. She obviously noticed it, and looked at her rushing appearance with some surprise. She plucked the strings of the zither with both hands at a very fast speed. The sound of the zither suddenly became urgent, and the sword energy was overflowing in the whole hall. The stone chips on the ground flew, and countless sword marks were cut in the blink of an eye.

"Hmph!"

Mo Yang snorted coldly. For ordinary cultivators, the attack methods of Xianyin Pavilion are indeed weird and terrifying, because they are impossible to perceive and difficult to avoid.

But he is different. He has fused an ancient god's left eye. Once activated, he can see the traces of the sound waves. It can be said that he is the nemesis of Meng Xianyin.