Ancient Gods

When the bloodstained shroud approached the ancient scroll, it seemed to be stimulated by the terrifying aura emanating from the scroll, and the blood on the cloth burst into a dazzling blood-colored brilliance.

As the strange blood light emanated, it was accompanied by a wave of peerless horror. The aura was like a powerful person awakening, instantly suppressing the wave flowing from the ancient scroll.

It was not until this moment that Xuan Yu's face changed drastically.

He looked at the bloodstained cloth in amazement, and after coming to his senses, he hurriedly performed a secret technique to take back the ancient scroll, but found that it was useless. The ancient scroll seemed to be suppressed by something. Even if he tried his best, the ancient scroll still did not move.

The terrifying thing was that even the connection between him and the ancient scroll seemed to be directly cut off.

The two collided, without any sound, only a wave of peerless horror dissipated silently.

Mo Yang was well prepared and retreated immediately.

Although this was not a real clash of imperial weapons, the shroud was stained with the blood of the emperor. Once that breath came out, it was the breath of the emperor after all, which was not something he could bear.

And then, the brilliance of the ancient characters on the ancient scroll dimmed rapidly. In just two breaths, the ancient characters completely dimmed, and then the entire ancient scroll was like a mist blown wildly, and it instantly shattered...

Although Xuan Yu had already flown out, he was still stunned when he saw this scene. Even if the strong man who left the ancient scroll was only one step away from entering the emperor realm, he couldn't stop a piece of cloth stained with emperor blood.

Everything was as rumored. For the strong men who had not set foot on the emperor level, even if they were only a little bit away, they were like ants in front of the emperor.

Feeling the disintegrating air waves slowly calm down, Mo Yang stepped forward step by step. With a thought, he put the shroud into the Star Emperor Tower, then looked at Xuan Yu, whose face was uncertain, and said: "The scroll is destroyed. Next, I will use my flesh to break your life-defying war weapon!"

"You ancient races regard the human race as ants. There are many human forces that have been razed in Taixu Mountain, and countless lives have been wiped out by you. Today, I will also let you so-called royal families feel what despair is!"

Mo Yang spoke in succession, and after that, he continued to move forward. Every step he took, the sky would tremble with it. Every step forward, his momentum became heavier.

The Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons turned step by step. The golden true energy that penetrated the body first turned blood red, and finally turned golden again. A tall shadow appeared behind Mo Yang at some point, which was weird no matter how you looked at it...

A lot of cultivators had gathered to watch from a distance, and they were completely boiling at this time.

Because although there were some cultivators watching the battle from a distance before, they were too far away and many people could not see clearly, but there were also cultivators who recognized Mo Yang's identity at that time.

Because they saw the ancient chessboard!

And now, there were exclamations from a distance. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, no one would dare to believe that Mo Yang, who was rumored to have fallen for several years, actually appeared alive.

And this is not the key point. What shocked everyone the most was that Mo Yang was actually the mysterious young man who was rumored to have been a hot topic on the mainland not long ago. The hammer left a very deep impression on the world.

"My God, how is this possible? This is the notorious magic skill. Mo Yang is still alive..." A cultivator who just arrived exclaimed directly.

"Didn't he say that he had problems with his cultivation several years ago and had already fallen? Who on earth spread the news and misled us... He didn't die even after fighting against many powerful forces, how could he fall so easily..."

"It's incredible, he turned out to be the mysterious genius with a hammer, no wonder a pervert suddenly appeared on Xuantian Continent, it turned out to be him..."

"Even if he is the mysterious genius, he has not appeared for several years. I'm afraid he has been in seclusion for the past few years. Just after not seeing him for several years, has he become so strong that he can even kill the genius of the ancient race with a wave of his hand..."

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More and more cultivators gathered, everyone stared at the battlefield, no one could remain calm.

For the cultivation world of Xuantian Continent, this was a groundbreaking news.

When this news spread, no one knew what kind of storm would be set off on Xuantian Continent. Mo Yang had once fought against many powerful forces on his own, and now, no one knew how strong he was...

Today, his identity was exposed, and many cultivators even had a premonition that this continent seemed to be about to set off a bloody storm again.

"No wonder he has been targeting Taixu Mountain. I heard that the destruction of Xuantian Holy Land was related to Taixu Mountain. He might be taking revenge!"

"It's good to be alive. Now the ancient race regards our human race as ants and regards our human life as worthless. The more human race geniuses like Mo Yang, the more beneficial it is for our human race. With them, the human race has hope!" Some old cultivators sighed as if they saw hope.

Amid countless discussions and exclamations, the battle between Mo Yang and Xuan Yu started again.

Seeing Mo Yang approaching step by step, Xuan Yu was extremely alert and pulled back directly.

He didn't dare to get too close to Mo Yang, because he knew that once he let Mo Yang get close, he might not even have a chance to attack, and he would end up like Xuan Lan.

"Are you scared now? I said I would break your life-long battle weapon with my flesh body. You, a genius of the royal family of Taixu Mountain, don't even dare to try? Maybe you can kill me." Mo Yang sneered.

Xuan Yu did not speak, but he did not hesitate. He attacked directly, swinging the blood-red sword in his hand and slashing out one after another.

This is a set of swordsmanship. The blood-colored sword light slashed out, and it actually devoured the surrounding heaven and earth vitality. The blood-colored sword light was not powerful at first, but as it madly absorbed the surrounding heaven and earth vitality, the murderous intent from the sword light suddenly surged.

But Mo Yang did not dodge. He stepped forward step by step. Several blood-colored sword lights approached, and they suddenly stopped a few feet away from his body and were blocked by an invisible force.

"Boom!"

Mo Yang's raised footsteps slowly fell, a rumbling sound came out, and several blood-colored sword lights shattered one after another.

"The power of space!" Xuan Yu spoke in surprise. When Mo Yang attacked Xuan Lan before, Mo Yang seemed to have used the power of space, but when he felt that power again at this time, his heart was still surging and difficult to calm down.

"Hehe!" Mo Yang laughed and took another step forward, but when he took this step, Mo Yang's body disappeared instantly.

Xuan Yu's face changed color, and then he suddenly twisted his body, swung the sword in his hand and slashed fiercely to the left side of his body.

Mo Yang's body appeared in a flash, he slightly turned sideways, and the sword light passed by his body quickly, cutting off a piece of his robe, but did not hurt him.

Xuan Yu retreated violently while swinging the ancient sword, but Mo Yang's body that had just appeared disappeared again, and when it reappeared, it was already behind Xuan Yu.

"Too slow, is this the only trick of the royal family of Taixu Mountain?"

Mo Yang's voice was like a spell, frightening Xuan Yu so much that his face suddenly changed and his whole body trembled.