Ancient Gods

Chapter 484 Who wants it?

At this moment, Mo Yang was really like an ancient god or demon. He relied on the strange vision condensed outside the Spirit Palace to resist the heavenly punishment lightning. Under the lightning that shocked the Saint King, he was still in the no-man's land.

At this time, he flew down from mid-air and stepped on the first-level Saint King of the Dao Sect, looking down at him from a high position.

"I am not afraid of the whole world as my enemy, so why should I be afraid of whether the cultivation world can accommodate me?"

Mo Yang then said: "Your Dao Sect issued a must-kill order to kill me. Since you are here, you must be prepared to be killed!"

After saying these two sentences, without waiting for the other party to speak, Mo Yang suddenly exerted his strength under his feet and directly broke the body of the first-level Saint King into pieces.

Although the thunder tribulation has not yet ended, the power in Mo Yang's body has already skyrocketed a lot, and it has undergone earth-shattering changes compared to before the thunder tribulation came.

"You are going too far!" The first-level Saint King was terrified to the extreme. He was really scared because Mo Yang was so strong that he could crush him.

Because he seemed to have no power to resist in front of Mo Yang, not even the power to resist.

"Send you on your way!"

Mo Yang said indifferently, then raised his hand and shook it into the furnace of creation, forcing it to refine.

Amid the rumbling thunder, a series of shrill roars resounded in all directions, and I don't know how many cultivators' scalps were numb.

The cultivators who retreated to the distance watched this scene with their eyes. Many people's faces turned pale and their backs were shivering.

I don't know how long it took, the roar disappeared, and at this time even the punishment from heaven seemed to have begun to weaken, and the momentum of the lightning was not as strong as before.

"Boom..."

At this time, in the lightning, the golden vision around Mo Yang's body finally couldn't hold on and was directly shattered by a lightning.

Many people only realized at this time that Mo Yang's face was pale and blood had already flowed from the corners of his mouth, because his chest had been dyed golden with blood.

There is no doubt that he was also injured.

"He must have been trying his best to hold on before. In order to shock everyone, his true energy is exhausted at this time. The spiritual palace phenomenon cannot be stimulated in a short time. Everyone, take the opportunity to act, and don't give him a chance to breathe!" A cultivator said.

"Mo Yang has been seriously injured. His true energy is exhausted. He is already at the end of his strength. When will everyone take action if they don't do it now!"

"It's time to seize the Star Emperor Tower!"

...

As the discussion gradually became louder, the cultivators from all walks of life began to get restless.

Mo Yang didn't say anything, sitting cross-legged on the spot. Facing the lightning that continued to strike down, he did not avoid it, but silently operated the Holy Word Scroll to heal his wounds.

Indeed, in order to support the spiritual palace phenomenon before, his true energy had been exhausted.

But although many cultivators were ready to move, no one dared to be the first to act.

Mo Yang sat cross-legged there, and as the Holy Word Scroll was running, a bloody aura emanated from his body.

Because this thunder tribulation had not yet ended, Mo Yang could only deal with it in this way. Although each lightning that fell was enough to hurt him, the Holy Word Scroll kept running, and the injury could be healed in the shortest time.

Time passed by minute by minute, and although no one of the many cultivators attacked Mo Yang directly, several figures were slowly approaching Mo Yang.

The movement of the thunder tribulation became weaker and weaker, and finally accompanied by a few rumbling sounds, the white light in the deep sky rapidly weakened, and the world gradually returned to peace.

At this time, Mo Yang looked extremely scary. He sat cross-legged there silently, his whole body was like a piece of black charcoal, and his robes seemed to have been turned into ashes by the last few lightning lights, and his body was also charred.

It was terribly quiet here, and countless eyes were staring at Mo Yang, observing his situation, judging his remaining combat power and his injuries.

"Get started!"

Someone shouted, and two figures rushed towards Mo Yang at an incredible speed, rushing in front of Mo Yang in the blink of an eye.

The two men moved without any hesitation, and two swords pierced Mo Yang's head.

But at this moment, time seemed to stop suddenly.

Because the movements of the two men froze in an instant, their bodies froze in place, and the two swords were only a little distance away from Mo Yang's head, but they stopped there strangely.

"Puff..."

Then, one of them suddenly broke his head, a golden beam of light passed through his head, and a large amount of blood rushed into the sky.

And the other person's head rolled down from his neck...

All this was so abrupt. Before, Mo Yang was sitting there, his body was charred, and he clearly didn't move.

Even how he made the move, no one could see clearly.

Although the two who attacked had not reached the Saint King realm, they were also two Saint Realm minor perfection strongmen, and they died in an instant.

When the two bodies fell, everyone saw that Mo Yang had opened his left eye at some point, and it seemed as if there was a golden divine light flowing in it.

There was no doubt that the golden beam of light just now burst out from his left eye.

At this time, Mo Yang finally moved. With his movements, there were cracking sounds all over his body. The charred skin cracked like a broken armor, and then the fragments collapsed one after another.

Everyone's eyes flashed, and Mo Yang had already stood up, wrapped in a brand new robe.

"How is it possible? Has he completely recovered?" Someone exclaimed, with a strong disbelief in his voice.

Because at this time, Mo Yang stood up, exuding a great pressure all over his body, and the blood and energy around him were mighty, shocking all directions.

Not only did he not look injured at all, but he looked like he was in his peak state.

"It's over, this madman has entered the Saint King realm, who can cure him..." The cultivators who had held on to a glimmer of luck before dared not stay at this time, and dozens of figures flew away at a high speed.

They were afraid of losing their lives here.

Mo Yang took a calm look, then retracted his gaze and did not chase.

He calmly scanned the surroundings. In his perception, there were more than one Saint King hidden in the dark, and there were more than one Saint King of the second level.

"Boom..."

At this moment, a breath suddenly emerged, and then an eight-story stone tower appeared in everyone's sight.

Mo Yang glanced around, and his body flashed to the sky above the canyon, and then he raised his hand to take up the ancient chessboard in the canyon.

"Aren't you going to kill me for the treasure? The treasure is here, who wants it?"

Mo Yang's words were very calm, and there was no sense of murderous intent.

At this moment, the noisy surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Countless cultivators stared at the eight-story stone tower, but no one dared to take a step forward.

Although the stone tower was floating there quietly, the invisible aura it exuded made everyone feel extremely frightened.

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