Ancient Gods

Mo Yang's calm words caused countless human races who were watching the battle in the city to exclaim in surprise, and the Sword Saint who retreated to a distance was also somewhat moved.

The Sword Saint kept staring at the figure, sensing it again and again, and confirmed that it was not a human race at all, and it was indeed the same as the Star Domain strongman who descended on Xuantian Continent seven years ago.

But looking at the scene of the battle, he was extremely puzzled. This Star Domain strongman seemed to have a deep hatred with the two ancient race strongmen.

Not to mention other things, just the words just now seemed to be deliberately humiliating the two ancient race strongmen.

Logically speaking, even if the strongmen of the Star Domain intervened, they would not say such words.

But the Sword Saint did not have time to think too much, because the battle in the sky broke out again, and it was several times more intense than before.

After being enraged, the two ancient race strongmen really put on a desperate posture, and all kinds of killing methods were directly used.

In the deep sky, it was a chaos at first glance, as if the sky was shattered. At this time, the figures of the three strong men could not be seen at all. There were only terrible waves coming down from the deep sky, and the terrible collision sounds that were so dense that they were connected.

"Ah..."

About a cup of tea later, a roar came, and then the broken void, the dazzling blood light suddenly broke open, like a large piece of blood-colored mist floating there.

Although the battle scene could not be seen, it could be heard from the voice that it was the voice of one of the strong men of the ancient race.

The battle also stopped at this time.

"Is the star field really going to go to war with my ancient races?" Then, a cold and angry roar came from there.

"This matter has nothing to do with the star field, but I want to kill you, that's all!" Mo Yang spoke calmly, his tone still calm.

As the battle stopped, the broken void quickly returned to calm, and in just a few breaths, the scene of the deep space battlefield was revealed.

A powerful ancient race warrior was covered in blood and confronted Mo Yang, while the other one had been shattered. At this time, the blood was flowing on the battlefield and his body had not yet been reshaped.

Such a scene made Er Gouzi and Jue Lu stunned. They knew that Mo Yang must be very strong when he stepped into the Quasi-Emperor Realm, but until today, they really felt how terrible Mo Yang was now.

"This damn..." Er Gouzi stared blankly at the sky, with only these few words in his mouth, and obviously he didn't know how to describe it.

Jue Lu's face was very calm. After all, in his opinion, Mo Yang, as the master of a first-level star field, even if he didn't have the real power of a star master, it was nothing unusual for him to wipe out a few tenth-level Heavenly Dao Spirits.

And these so-called ancient race warriors in front of them had the same combat power as the tenth-level Heavenly Dao Spirits.

There was a brief calm on the battlefield, and Mo Yang took another step forward, but the ancient race warrior who confronted him retreated silently.

The scene of their fierce battle before was not visible to everyone, but from this scene, it can be seen that the two ancient race masters are no match at all!

"Boom..."

And the blood light surged, and the surging waves surged out from the battlefield. The ancient race whose body was shattered did not directly reshape his body, but directly used the blood light to perform a secret method.

The bright blood light gathered and condensed into a huge Tao picture, revealing a terrifying and strange aura, and directly covered Mo Yang.

Mo Yang frowned slightly. If a strong man of this level fought back desperately, he would naturally not dare to be careless. Even if he could suppress the opponent, facing some desperate killers, it would still pose a great threat to him.

He moved his hands, and the star source power in his dantian was continuously drawn out. The divine light between his palms was magnificent, and he was also evolving the Tao picture.

However, this Dao map is not an ordinary Dao map, but a Dao map of the heaven and earth that evolved the ninth level of the star field. Mo Yang had experienced it before. At this time, as the lines evolved and intertwined, a creepy breath permeated.

"Boom..."

Although Mo Yang failed to completely evolve the ninth level of the Dao map of heaven and earth that he had faced before, it seemed that only a part of it was condensed, but it still had extremely terrifying power, because the moment it collided with the blood-colored Dao map, the blood-colored Dao map was almost directly shattered.

And the strong man of the ancient race actually took the opportunity to leave the battlefield directly. He didn't even look back. He took a few steps and his figure completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Fuck... That bastard didn't run away directly!" Er Gouzi couldn't help but yelled directly.

But at this time, everyone's attention was not on it, and they were still staring at the battlefield in the sky. They didn't even have time to look at the ancient race that escaped directly.

Because on the battlefield, the blood-colored Dao map had collapsed, and several roars were heard from there.

The two Dao diagrams collided, and after the blood-colored Dao diagram collapsed, even the blood mist was directly wiped out by the Dao diagram that Mo Yang created.

For the strong man of the ancient race, it was not just that part of the blood mist was wiped out, but also the life force and soul force were wiped out at the same time...

This was originally a forbidden technique of the ancient race, with extraordinary power. It was a means of hurting oneself and killing the enemy, but in front of Mo Yang, it was useless at all.

Mo Yang did not care about the escaped ancient race. This place was not far from the ancient mist. For a quasi-emperor, if he insisted on escaping, he might not be able to stop him.

After all, he could not chase him directly into the ancient land.

But the quasi-emperor of the ancient race whose body was shattered in front of him, if there was no accident, the fall was inevitable.

The star power surged out from Mo Yang's hands, forming two huge palms of light, directly covering the shattered blood mist, and then frantically urged the star power in his body to start refining.

After all, the opponent is a quasi-emperor. If he does not show his strongest means, it will take some effort to completely wipe out the opponent, and directly refining it is the simplest and most direct means.

"Boom..."

Although Mo Yang's two palms of light completely covered the place, there were still horrible auras escaping. The ancient race was struggling desperately, shaking the two palms of light as if they would break at any time.

And during the struggle, there were also shrill roars. For those human cultivators watching the battle, the impact of all this on them was unparalleled.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to imagine that such a terrible ancient race strongman would actually make such a desperate scream.

There was dead silence below, and countless figures looked up at the deep sky, and everything seemed to be still.

Only the overwhelming power of Mo Yang was surging, and the terrifying waves continued to dissipate in all directions like ripples, and the void was annihilated in pieces.

After about an incense stick of time, the struggle there seemed to be very weak, because the two light palms were no longer as turbulent as they were at the beginning.