Ancient Gods

There were countless onlookers who were stunned.

Everyone was still immersed in the shock brought by the unparalleled sword light, while Mo Yang raised his hand and pulled the bow, and an arrow shot out, shattering the body of a great master of the Saint Realm of the Dao Sect.

The arrow pierced through and broke his body apart, and the sad and beautiful blood light filled the air, which looked shocking.

Wu Zhan looked back at Mo Yang, and a trace of relief appeared in his eyes.

He was shocked just now, and thought that the Sword Saint of Jianshan wanted to kill Mo Yang, but who would have thought that the target was actually the masters of the Dao Sect. With one sword, three Saint Realm masters were directly killed, and the great master was also crushed to pieces.

He never dreamed that Mo Yang actually had some friendship with the Sword Saint.

The two ancestors of the Holy Land were also shocked just now, but fortunately there was no second sword light, otherwise they would have to retreat.

Because they were trapped by Wu Zhan's Saint Emperor Domain at this time, if the Sword Saint continued to attack, they would not be able to avoid it at all. Facing the Sword Saint's sword light, they would definitely be severely injured.

"Boom..."

Under countless shocked eyes, a dark alchemy furnace suddenly appeared in Mo Yang's hand. He swung his hands up and then smashed it towards the blood mist in front of him.

"Ah..."

A scream rang out, and the half body that had just condensed in the blood mist was instantly smashed into a ball of meat by Mo Yang.

Then, he actually swung the alchemy furnace directly to cover all the blood mist, just like refining an elixir, desperately urging his strength to seal the mouth of the alchemy furnace. A series of piercing roars continued to come out of the alchemy furnace, making people's scalps numb.

After a few breaths of time, a cloud of white smoke came out of the alchemy furnace, accompanied by a strong smell of burning corpses, and the screams stopped abruptly.

The two ancestors of the Holy Land couldn't help but look at Mo Yang, with a look of doubt in their eyes.

A powerful person who had reached the Great Perfection of the Saint Realm was actually directly refined by Mo Yang as a pill.

And that pill furnace looked extraordinary. Although it was dark and there was nothing special about it, it was invisibly mysterious.

"Is this the furnace of good fortune..." A Saint Land ancestor murmured in a low voice, extremely surprised.

What exactly is Mo Yang's origin? Not only did he carry an ancient chessboard, but he also had an emperor tower. Today, he actually took out a pill furnace, and this pill furnace looked very much like the legendary good fortune furnace.

"Senior, take care!"

Mo Yang didn't dare to delay any further. Facing a Saint Realm powerhouse, he still dared to fight, but facing the Saint Emperor, he couldn't help much if he stayed.

The key point was that he had been worried about Yu Yao's situation.

"I left a seal in her body. Even if you take her away, she will definitely die!" Seeing Mo Yang turn around, a Saint Land ancestor spoke coldly.

Mo Yang was stunned, and then Wu Zhan's voice came from behind: "Don't stay, go!"

Mo Yang gritted his teeth, and didn't care about so much at this time. He used all his strength to run the Hundred Steps to break through the air and go far away.

Many onlookers watched Mo Yang go away, and it was difficult to come back to their senses for a while.

What happened today was too shocking. All the people who took action were strong men, and even the Sword Saint was lured out.

You should know that the Sword Saint has been in seclusion in Jianshan for countless years and has never taken action for anyone. Today, he actually took action and even said that he owed Mo Yang a sword!

In the crowd, several young men and women wearing bamboo hats looked at each other, and then they all retreated quietly.

If someone noticed them, they would definitely recognize them, because these people had appeared before, and they were disciples of Ganzong.

After Mo Yang left, the crowd of onlookers did not disperse.

Because the war was not over yet, Wu Zhan's Saint Emperor domain was pierced above the holy land. He faced the two holy land ancestors with murderous intent alone, and the war was destined to continue.

"Wu Zhan, die!"

The two holy land ancestors were full of anger at this time, and the murderous intent in their eyes seemed to be materialized, and they attacked Wu Zhan directly.

Many holy land elders were in the distance, everyone's face was solemn, and their eyes were full of worries.

But they didn't dare to take action at this time, because Wu Zhan was the supreme elder of the holy land, and the people opposite Wu Zhan were also from the holy land, two ancestors who had been in seclusion for many years.

And both sides were strong men in the Holy Emperor Realm, and they couldn't intervene at all.

"It's rare that Xuantian Holy Land is so lively, I'll also intervene!"

Seeing that the war was about to break out, a voice suddenly came into everyone's ears.

Afterwards, an old man appeared out of thin air in the air. He glanced at Wu Zhan and said, "You are worthy of being the God of War!"

Everyone looked at the old man in shock, and everyone changed color. Who is this?

Today, because of a Mo Yang, so many strong men were attracted.

Because this person dared to appear here unscrupulously and intervene in this war, there is no doubt that he is also a strong man in the Holy Emperor Realm.

"You... it's you!" A Saint Land ancestor stared at the old man, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Feng Rukong, what do you want to do?"

Another Saint Land ancestor also recognized the old man's identity, his face changed slightly, and asked in a cold voice.

"Tsk tsk, two old men, you have a good memory!" The old man said with a sneer on his face.

"What do I want to do... shouldn't I ask you? You set up the soul-locking formation, wanting to directly refine my disciple's soul power and take over his body, and you still ask me what I want to do?"

"Your saint is the woman my disciple likes, but you directly killed him, what do you think I want to do?"

The old man stood there and spoke continuously. Although he did not look angry, everyone could feel the murderous intent in his words.

The crowd around him suddenly became restless. Could this person be the leader of Ganzong? Because Mo Yang was a disciple of Ganzong, this was no secret.

"So he is your disciple!" The two holy land ancestors changed their faces slightly, and they obviously did not expect it.

"You are all dying people. Why don't you just find a pit to bury yourself? Your life span is almost over, and you have only cultivated to the Saint Emperor realm. Why do you still want to change your fate?" The old man continued.

The two holy land ancestors heard this and were immediately furious.

"No matter whose disciple he is, he deserves to die. If you want to do it, you can try it!" An old ancestor of the holy land stared at Feng Rukong and said coldly.

"Try it!"

Feng Rukong frowned and said this.

After the words fell, he took action directly, stood in place, raised his hand and brushed forward.

It seemed to be an extremely casual action, but it shocked everyone.

Because at this moment, the sky above the entire Xuantian Holy Land seemed to have turned into a turbulent ocean. With a finger pointing, the sky was turbulent and thousands of waves swept out.

"This is what I realized a few years ago. Let's see how powerful it is?" Feng Rukong said, and his palm slowly fell.