Ancient Gods

Mo Yang really wanted to kill.

In this battle, he wanted to kill Jiang Xunhuan.

Even though there were two strong men from the Dao Sect outside the martial arts arena, he had no intention of stopping.

"Puff..."

Mo Yang then landed a punch, and Jiang Xunhuan's body instantly flew backwards and fell directly outside the martial arts arena.

He coughed up several mouthfuls of blood in succession, and a large part of his chest was sunken. The broken ribs directly pierced his skin and robes, and a large part of his chest was exposed outside his chest.

This scene made the martial arts arena dead silent.

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Because it looked so chilly, many disciples of Xuantian Holy Land felt their scalps numb when they saw Jiang Xunhuan's miserable condition.

"Do you think you won like this?"

Jiang Xunhuan was covered in blood and slowly climbed up from the ground. His wounds were recovering at a very fast speed.

The white bones pierced through his chest shone with a white glow, making a crackling sound, and the broken bones returned to their original positions, and a strong wave of blood and energy emanated from his body.

This is the biggest difference between a Saint Realm powerhouse and an ordinary cultivator. If it were a Transcendent Realm powerhouse, the injury just now would have been a serious injury, or even fatal.

But Jiang Xunhuan has entered the Saint Realm and can repair very quickly. In just a few breaths, the bleeding from his wound has stopped.

Mo Yang stood on the martial arts field with a calm face, looking at Jiang Xunhuan with a ferocious expression.

He was not surprised at all, after all, this was not his first time fighting a Saint Realm powerhouse.

"Today I will let you understand what it means to be an ant below the Saint Realm!"

Jiang Xunhuan stood there, a layer of halo covering his body, his injuries were repairing very quickly, although his face looked a little pale, but his aura was even stronger than before.

He took a step forward and appeared on the martial arts field again. With a flip of his hand, a long sword pointed at Mo Yang from a distance.

Seeing this scene, people around the martial arts field exclaimed one after another. The two strong men of the Dao Sect wanted to take action, but they held back at this time.

"You are right. For ordinary cultivators, those below the holy realm are indeed like ants, but not me!"

After Mo Yang said this, he took a step forward, and cracks spread out in all directions with his feet as the center.

The power of the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons went up one level, and the golden true energy flowing around Mo Yang gradually turned into blood red.

Jiang Xunhuan finally stepped into the holy realm. It was obviously not enough to rely on the power of the first three levels of the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons.

The gravel on the arena was full of dust and smoke. What was strange was that the dust that was shaken into the air did not dissipate for a long time.

It seemed that there was a force flowing in it, not only did it not dissipate, but it gradually turned into a mist covering the martial arts field.

While performing the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons, Mo Yang also used the Twelve Layers of Misty Rain.

Because he still needs to hide some of his methods.

In the misty martial arts arena, Mo Yang and Jiang Xunhuan stood opposite each other.

Jiang Xunhuan looked at the strange fog around him, and his brows were slightly frowned. After not seeing each other for so long, Mo Yang seemed to have more methods, because Mo Yang had never used them before.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, and he also knew that Mo Yang was not easy to deal with.

However, just as he was about to take action, his body suddenly trembled, because in his sight, two Mo Yang appeared.

At first glance, the two Mo Yangs were exactly the same, and they were also covered in blood.

His first reaction was an illusion, and he thought it was caused by the mist flowing around.

But then, the third Mo Yang appeared.

"You..."

Jiang Xunhuan's face changed drastically, and his heart was shocked. What was going on?

He was sure that this was not an illusion, because there was only a phantom following Mo Yang's body.

There is only one possibility, that is, two of the figures are external incarnations, which is the only explanation he can think of.

That's why he changed color, because he knew very well that the magical power of external incarnation can only be used by those who have reached the level of Saint King.

Mo Yang is just a transcendent cultivator, how did he do it?

"You did it on purpose, using this fog to cover it up so that people don't know that you can use external incarnation?"

Jiang Xunhuan looked around, the fog was very strange, and there was a force flowing, even if he focused his eyesight, he couldn't see through it completely.

"It seems that you are not too stupid!"

Mo Yang spoke.

He looked at Jiang Xunhuan and said, "Even if you don't look for me, I will look for you. I have a blood feud with your Dao Sect, let's start with you!"

Mo Yang spoke calmly, and then the three figures moved together, turning into three streams of light and rushing towards Jiang Xunhuan in three directions.

Each incarnation was like Mo Yang's original body, stepping on the Xing character scroll, and covered with blood light.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

Several loud noises were heard in succession from the martial arts arena, and the fog covering it was violently surging.

The cultivators around the martial arts arena were shocked. Many cultivators could not see the scene inside clearly. Even Yu Yao could only barely see some vague traces.

Listening to the continuous collision sounds, the two masters of the Dao Sect looked solemn and clenched their fists unconsciously.

But everything happened quickly. After a moment, Jiang Xunhuan's body flew out of the fog and fell heavily to the ground.

In just a few breaths, a large amount of scarlet blood flowed from his body.

The long sword in his hand was twisted into a twist, and his left arm seemed to be torn off directly. The wound was bleeding, which looked shocking.

The most important thing is that there is a cut on his forehead. If you look closely, it is pierced by a long sword.

After falling to the ground, his body is still struggling, but he is trembling all over, and there is a trace of reluctance and fear in his angry eyes.

The two strong men of the Dao Sect changed their faces, and they flashed in front of Jiang Xunhuan, and hurriedly took out a few elixirs for Jiang Xunhuan to take.

But it didn't work at all.

At this time, the fog in the martial arts field gradually dissipated, revealing Mo Yang's figure.

He also had two wounds on his body. The robe on his chest was cut by the sword and stained with strands of gold. The right arm was pierced by the sword, but the wound was healing.

He stood expressionlessly on the martial arts field, with no joy or other expressions on his face, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"It's over. Jiang Xunhuan's soul was destroyed. Even if he ascended to the holy realm, he was powerless to save the world!" A disciple of the holy land spoke.

Yu Yao looked at Jiang Xunhuan, who was lying motionless in a pool of blood, and then looked at Mo Yang standing on the martial arts field. For a moment, her mind was blank.

She knew that Mo Yang was extremely talented and had many extraordinary means. Mo Yang might not lose this battle, but she didn't expect that Jiang Xunhuan would be killed by Mo Yang in such a short time.

His soul was destroyed, and even with the magic pill, Jiang Xunhuan would not survive.