Ancient Gods

Countless eyes stared at the top of Kunlun Mountain in surprise. The ancient peach tree was full of divine light. On the ancient branches, patches of emerald green divine light poured down.

"This is the body of the war soldier. I didn't expect that the war soldier of the Western Emperor was the first to be born. Damn, if you want to go in now, it's probably harder than climbing to the sky!" Er Gouzi cursed after being surprised.

Mo Yang also sighed lightly. Now an imperial weapon covered the entire Kunlun Mountain. If you want to go in, unless there are other imperial weapons to contain it, or wait for the war soldier of the Western Emperor to calm down on its own, it is impossible to get close.

At first, there was only a discussion at the foot of the mountain, and several figures stood in the air and observed silently.

Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, some cultivators couldn't sit still and tried to attack Kunlun Mountain. Several sword lights slashed up, but they silently collapsed in the air and couldn't get close at all.

"A bunch of idiots, don't they know that this is the war soldier of the Western Emperor..." Er Gouzi shook his head speechlessly.

Around Kunlun Mountain, there was an invisible force flowing. Even though several Saint Kings attacked in succession, all the attacks were silently shattered without exception.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, a terrifying breath came out, and a gray-clothed figure rushed into the air, holding a sword in hand, and slashed towards Kunlun Mountain fiercely.

The dazzling sword light instantly illuminated the place like daylight, and a sword energy more than ten feet long crushed the void and slashed towards Kunlun Mountain fiercely.

This was a great saint-level sword, and the pressure it emitted made countless cultivators exclaim repeatedly. Mo Yang couldn't help but change color, and faintly felt a sense of suffocation.

There is no doubt that the gray-clothed man who attacked was also very powerful. According to Mo Yang's inference, he should be a Saint Emperor.

Just imagine, a Saint Emperor realm strongman, using all his strength to drive a great saint-level sword to attack, the power can be imagined.

However, the sword light that seemed to be enough to severely injure a Saint Emperor fell apart in an instant dozens of feet away from Kunlun Mountain.

There was no sound, no waves of collision, and it just collapsed silently.

"The Western Emperor's War Soldiers have appeared. If there are no Emperor Soldiers, it is impossible to shake them!" The gray-clothed old man retracted his sword and said such a word.

"This is a heaven-defying opportunity, but it is also accompanied by great danger. All small and medium-sized forces, if you don't want to be destroyed, retreat quickly!" An old voice came.

Then a figure came from a distance. It was obviously walking in the air, but every step it took made a dull sound of footsteps, as if it was trembling in the air.

"The strong man of the Dao Sect!" A cultivator exclaimed.

This person was dressed in a black robe. Judging from the voice, he was already very old, but his cultivation was also amazing.

"Saint Emperor!"

Mo Yang stared at the figure and spoke in a low voice. He didn't dare to show his murderous intent directly, because it would be easy for the other party to detect it.

"Did this old guy bring the imperial soldiers?" Er Gouzi also looked solemn and spoke in a low voice.

Mo Yang stared at the old man. During the time he was hiding in the Northern Territory, the Da Dao Sect had used bloody means. Although they did not hunt him down, they attacked other disciples of the Gan Sect one after another.

Now in Mo Yang's eyes, he and the Da Dao Sect are mortal enemies, and the hatred has long been irreconcilable.

"Boy, don't be impulsive. This old guy is a Saint Emperor. If he finds you here, he will definitely kill you!" Er Gouzi hurriedly reminded Mo Yang in a low voice.

Mo Yang's clenched fist slowly loosened, and the murderous intent in his eyes flashed.

"Jiang Daocheng, what do you mean? This is an opportunity for the world. Do you want to take it all for yourself?" An old cultivator spoke in the air, with a hint of anger in his voice.

The black-clothed old man from the Dao Sect glanced coldly downwards, and stomped his foot hard. The void seemed to collapse instantly, and a light footprint suddenly fell down. With a muffled sound, the old cultivator was instantly crushed into a ball of blood mist.

"That's what I mean!"

Jiang Daocheng looked around, his voice was old, but it revealed a great majesty.

Many cultivators were horrified. The old cultivator was a powerful man who had reached the great perfection of the holy realm, but he was trampled into a blood mist with one foot, and even his soul power was instantly crushed.

"I reiterate again, all small and medium-sized forces, if you don't want to be destroyed here, withdraw immediately. You are not qualified to compete for this opportunity!" Jiang Daocheng looked around and said this in a deep voice.

"It's interesting. It seems that you have brought the imperial soldiers!" An old woman rose into the air from the crowd and laughed.

"Who are you?" Jiang Daocheng looked at the old woman, and a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

At the same time, he also showed some caution, because the old woman was also a Saint Emperor.

The old woman did not speak, but waved her hand, and a rusty sword appeared in front of her. At the same time, a peerless murderous intent suddenly emanated from the sword, accompanied by a faint dragon roar, shocking the world.

"Nine Dragon Sword, it turned out to be this old woman!" Er Gouzi stared at the rusty sword, and a strong murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

When the battle in the Fallen God Valley of the Northern Territory took place, someone had hidden in the dark and urged the imperial soldiers to take action, and that sword was the Nine Dragon Sword.

A trace of murderous intent flashed in Mo Yang's eyes. He didn't know this old woman at all, and had never seen her before. This person actually urged the imperial soldiers to attack him directly.

"Nine Dragon Sword... It is said that someone outside the Fallen God Valley of the Northern Territory came with an imperial soldier. It turned out to be you!" Jiang Daocheng looked at the sword, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

The Imperial Weapon is the war weapon of the ancient Supreme. Even though the Supreme is gone now, the war weapon left behind still has unparalleled power.

No major power that possesses the Imperial Weapon is simple.

"Damn, what kind of power is this old woman from? We have no hatred for her killing our fathers, and we have no hatred for her taking our husbands away, but she killed us!" Er Gouzi stared at the old woman, his heart boiling with anger.

Mo Yang said in a deep voice: "They want to kill me and take the treasure. Why do we need to have hatred? A man is innocent but guilty of possessing a treasure. I just have something they like!"

"You and I will join forces. This treasure left by the Western Emperor can't stop us!" The old woman said sinisterly.

After that, she suddenly urged the Nine Dragon Sword, and it soared into the sky with several dragon shadows. A high-pitched dragon roar resounded through the world, and a dazzling light shone out in an instant. I don't know how many cultivators screamed at this moment, and many people's eyes were directly pierced by the light and bleeding.