Ancient Gods

Xia Fengliu's face was extremely ugly. He never dreamed that he would be targeted by this strong man.

Not to mention the other party's identity, the other party's style of action was extremely decisive and very cruel. Before, when a cultivator rushed into the ruins of the Divine Dynasty, he took action and directly activated the great sage-level sword in his hand to instantly wipe out dozens of cultivators.

Qin Xue's face also changed drastically, and her body was a little stiff. Even though she had the cultivation of the Saint Realm, she was no different from an ordinary person when facing such a strong man.

What's more, the other party had a great sage-level war weapon in his hand.

Although Mo Yang's face was solemn, he was still calm. After all, he had faced a Saint Emperor Realm strongman not long ago.

"Hand it over!"

When several people were silent, the black-robed strongman spoke again, his tone became more and more cold, like an unparalleled master of all living beings, giving orders at this time.

This person's name is Shi Baiqi, a Saint Emperor of the Taihuang Sect, a giant in the Eastern Region.

On the current continent, this is definitely the peak combat power, not to mention that he has a great saint-level combat soldier in his hands.

"Senior, as a strong man of the Taihuang Sect, don't you think it's inappropriate to act like this?" Mo Yang said in a deep voice.

He has secretly made preparations. If the other party takes action, he can only take Er Gouzi and others to escape into the Xinghuang Tower. This is the safest way.

There are many cultivators in the distance who are paying attention to the situation here. Hearing Mo Yang's words, many cultivators were shocked.

"He is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. He actually dared to talk to Shi Baiqi like this. He doesn't need to be so direct even if he wants to die!" A cultivator spoke up, very surprised.

"This boy is a bit weird. Before, in Luoyang City, he alone caused panic among the people. He killed a Saint King of the Xuanyuan family with a sword. I'm afraid he has other means, otherwise he wouldn't dare to be so confident!"

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Xia Fengliu's face was ugly. Mo Yang was too brave. However, facing the Saint Emperor, there was no luck at all. If the other party took action, they would have no chance of survival.

"Are you talking to me?" The old man in black robe had a cold look in his eyes. When he spoke, a great pressure emanated from his body.

Mo Yang's body trembled suddenly, as if struck by lightning, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

In an instant, his face turned pale.

Mo Yang had felt the pressure of the Saint Emperor before in the Tianyan Divine Dynasty, but the pressure released by the strong man of the Tianyan Divine Dynasty was far less than that of the man in front of him.

Mo Yang felt that even his heartbeat stopped instantly, and his internal organs were terribly shaken, and his internal Qi was completely chaotic.

"Boy!"

Er Gouzi was surprised. He knew that the black-robed warrior was very strong. If it was an ordinary supernatural warrior, he would have died directly.

Even Mo Yang was seriously injured at this time.

You have to know that it was just a pressure.

"Descendant of the ancient gods, are you the junior named Mo Yang?"

Seeing the golden blood spurting out of Mo Yang's mouth, the black-robed warrior narrowed his eyes slightly and asked.

But his voice was still very cold, as if he had cut off all emotions.

"I heard that you killed a peak saint king with one sword. Is this your confidence?" He continued to speak, but there was a strong sense of sarcasm in this sentence.

Mo Yang did not speak, and immediately activated the Holy Word Scroll. Although the severe pain all over his body made him frown, he did not make any sound.

"Old thing, do you think you are invincible?" Er Gouzi saw that the black-robed warrior seemed to want to kill Mo Yang, and he could not help shouting.

"You evil beast who lives in the world, although you are a divine beast, we are not ancient now, I will kill you today!" The black-robed strong man glanced at Er Gouzi coldly, raised his hand and slashed at Er Gouzi with a sword.

At this time, Mo Yang had no way to stop him. Er Gouzi used the Xing character scroll to fly back at the first time, but was still hit by the sword light. The strong body that he had always been proud of was like paper at this moment. It was cut open by the sword in an instant and almost cut in two.

"Roar..."

Er Gouzi roared, and a large amount of blood sprayed out, the scene was shocking.

"Brother Gou!"

Xia Fengliu also changed color, but facing such a strong man, he could not do anything.

In a hurry, he hurriedly said to the black-robed strongman: "Please raise your hand, senior. I am a disciple of Piaomiao Peak, and Meng Xiao is my master!"

"Go ask your master, does he have such a big face?" The black-robed strongman said this coldly, which made Xia Fengliu look extremely ugly.

"Senior, leave a line when doing things, don't bring trouble to yourself!"

At this moment, a voice came, and a young man appeared.

There is no doubt that this person is the eldest disciple of Ganzong, Mo Yang's senior brother.

But facing the black-robed strongman, his face was unprecedentedly solemn.

"It's interesting, a junior in the Saint King Realm!" The black-robed strongman showed a hint of surprise in his eyes after seeing the young man.

"Senior, please show mercy!" The senior brother saluted the black-robed strongman and then said this.

The black-robed strongman narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something, and glanced at Mo Yang, and said: "Hand over the ancient book, and I will spare your life!"

In his opinion, he had made a concession, as long as Mo Yang handed over the ancient book, he would hold back.

But Mo Yang had taken those ancient books by himself, so how could he hand them over?

Mo Yang's face was still pale, but after running the Holy Word Scroll several times, the injuries in his body had stabilized. He looked up at the black-robed strong man and said, "No!"

Mo Yang's words were very concise. He didn't hesitate at all and uttered two words directly, which was extremely decisive.

"Then go to hell!"

The black-robed strong man's eyes suddenly showed a murderous intent, and he swung the long sword in his hand and slashed at Mo Yang.

The young man changed color, and he seemed to want to stop him, but he suddenly stopped at this moment.

Because he felt a breath of air coming down, a palm of light came from a distance, and it quickly covered Mo Yang, blocking the sword that was enough to kill Mo Yang.

"Shi Baiqi, you hold the Great Saint Soldier and rob the juniors, don't you feel ashamed?"

A cold voice came.

"Do you feel that you are invincible in the world by doing this?"

After the two sentences fell, a figure appeared beside Mo Yang.

"It's you!"

The black-robed strong man stared at the man next to Mo Yang, frowned slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

"I didn't expect you to be alive!"

The black-robed strong man's voice was still very cold.

"Master!"

At this time, the young man not far away showed a trace of joy on his face, as if relieved, and bowed from a distance.

There is no doubt that the person who came was Mo Yang's master. He sighed softly and asked Mo Yang: "Are you okay?"

Mo Yang's face was pale and he shook his head slightly. Although he was seriously injured, he had the Holy Word Scroll in his hand, so it was not fatal.