Ancient Gods

Although the middle-aged woman's head was chopped off, she had the cultivation of a Saint King after all, so it was impossible for her to die like this.

But at this time, the head showed a fierce look, staring at Mo Yang and shouted: "Who are you?"

A few years ago, when the Holy Grass appeared in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, many forces went there, including many powerful ones. It was a bloody battle triggered by a Holy Grass.

The mysterious young man in front of her suddenly mentioned that past incident, and at this moment, he had serious murderous intentions, which had to make her suspicious...

Could it be that the mysterious young man was the genius of a most powerful force that suffered huge losses at that time?

I heard that a big family from the Eastern Territory suffered heavy losses, and almost all the strong men who went to Shiwan Mountain were wiped out. It seemed to be the Ye family!

"Are you from the Ye family?"

The middle-aged woman's head was shaking violently, sending out powerful waves. Her blood-stained eyes were staring at Mo Yang, and her voice was sharp and harsh.

"It seems that you are very naughty. You haven't answered my question yet!" Mo Yang spoke coldly, and his whole body of energy started to circulate in an instant. It suddenly flowed out along his arms and shattered the middle-aged woman's head in an instant. .

Then he directly summoned the Creation Furnace, moved his hands, and took in the bloody flesh and remains.

Mo Yang stood there, his clothes stained red by the splash of blood...

At this moment, he looked like a god and a demon!

There was deathly silence all around, and many disciples of the Dao Sect were secretly watching the battle. Watching this scene, everyone froze in place, with cold sweat dripping from their bodies.

They never thought that the mighty Dao Sect, the most powerful force in the western part of Xuantian Continent, would one day dare someone to come here and start killing people.

Moreover, now, everyone can see that this mysterious young man is here to cause trouble, and is not just walking around casually.

"boom……"

At this moment, a terrifying aura burst out from a mountain range, surging in like a tide.

The terrifying coercion spread overwhelmingly and enveloped the entire Dao Sect in an instant.

Mo Yang's expression gradually became serious, because the person who came had a very strong cultivation level. Although he was not the Jiang Daocheng he had seen before, he was still a Holy Emperor.

His eyes were slightly focused, silently staring into the distance.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

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Dull sounds came one after another, from far to near, like drums. Every time a sound wave sounded, the vast sky would suddenly tremble.

In Mo Yang's sight, an old man in gray clothes came up with his hands behind his back, and fell down step by step. A wisp of lines appeared under his feet, and the whole sky seemed to be turned over.

Mo Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the old man silently. The Dao Sect was indeed the most powerful force. Although so many strong men had fallen, they were still crouching tigers, hidden dragons.

This person's cultivation seems to be at the peak of the first level of the Holy Emperor, but has not yet reached the second level.

But the aura that came out invisibly was extremely terrifying.

"boom……"

The old man in gray clothes looked at Mo Yang, and two eyes swept over him instantly, like two unparalleled swords, which made Mo Yang's heart tremble.

He suddenly raised his hand and struck out two powerful palms. Only when the palm power was exhausted could he block the two gazes.

And his body was actually knocked back several steps.

"What a strong old guy!" Mo Yang was shocked.

He turned back and glanced at the Yaochi Saint, and found that the Yaochi Saint was still expressionless, standing there silently, with a calm expression, as if she didn't care or care about everything around her.

Because she was not looking at the old man in gray, but was silently looking at the flowers and plants aside.

The old man in gray clothes kept walking, still walking step by step with his hands behind his back. As the distance gradually approached, Mo Yang's face began to turn slightly pale, because there was a huge pressure coming, as if it was going to crush him directly.

"Ignorant child, I have been searching for you to no avail in the past, but today you have come to my door on your own. How can you be allowed to mess around in this place?"

The old man in gray clothes stopped in mid-air dozens of feet away, looked at Mo Yang silently, and said this.

Mo Yang was slightly shocked. The other party actually saw through his identity. Although this person was only at the first level of the Holy Emperor, he seemed to be different from other Holy Emperors. Mo Yang felt vaguely strange.

"Old guy, you came at the right time!"

Mo Yang sneered, and then he moved, his body rising to the sky step by step.

There was a flash of light in Mo Yang's hand, and he took out the Great Holy War Halberd.

"Even if it is the Great Holy Weapon, it is still a dead thing. What do you have to be arrogant?" The old man in gray glanced at the Great Holy Weapon. He didn't seem to care. There was no expression change on his face, and he said coldly. Open your mouth.

"I saw Feng Rukong use it before, let alone in your hands. Even if he used it with all his strength, what was the result?"

The old man in gray clothes spoke next.

"Did you take action against my master back then?" Mo Yang's voice sounded several times in an instant, and murderous intent surged in his eyes.

"If he hadn't escaped too quickly, his head would have been hung on the mountain gate!" The old man in gray said with a bit of grimness, and his expression was extremely cold.

"It's not just him. A few years ago, the Hundred Thousand Mountain Sacred Grass appeared. I also went there and killed many people!"

The old man in gray clothes spoke one after another. It was obvious that he had been watching the battle secretly.

Mo Yang didn't speak after hearing this, and stood there holding the halberd. His appearance and aura slowly changed, revealing his true appearance...

At the same time, the aura on his body became stronger silently, and the gods and demons moved up one layer after another.

A breeze blew by, and Mo Yang's wild hair was blown by the wind. As his aura continued to rise, a dazzling blood-red light suddenly emanated from his body.

A tall shadow appeared silently behind him.

Now, the mysterious shadow seemed to be more solid than the last time, and the aura it exuded was even more terrifying.

"Boom..."

As the shadow merged into Mo Yang's body, a wave like an ocean instantly emanated from his body.

The surrounding void was shaking violently like boiling water.

"Old man, die!"

Mo Yang suddenly swung the war halberd and directly picked at the gray-clothed old man, shouting out a word, with murderous intent like the sea.

At this moment, all the hatred in Mo Yang's heart was completely aroused, and his whole body was full of blood. Although there was only one word, it made the Yaochi Saint behind him frown.

Many disciples of the Dao Sect in the distance felt a chill on their backs, and felt that the temperature around them seemed to have dropped by more than half in an instant.

Mo Yang raised his hand and used a forbidden technique from the Xuan character scroll. The war halberd was thrust out, as if stirring up the entire sky.

The void was directly shattered, causing a flash of surprise on the face of the gray-clothed old man.

He attacked fiercely, thrusting a dark spear forward. In an instant, a deafening roar spread throughout the entire Dao Sect. The violent energy fluctuations were centered on the two people and spread out in all directions.

The mountains several miles away were flattened in pieces, and the palaces collapsed.

In the distance, terrified roars and screams came one after another. Dozens of Dao Sect disciples who were hiding in the dark and watching the battle were instantly turned into blood mist by the waves.

Mo Yang's body was directly blown away, and he slid dozens of feet in the air before he stabilized.

The gray-clothed old man took several steps back, and the void seemed to be crushed by him.

Only the Saint Maiden of Yao Chi stood there silently, her beautiful hair fluttering in the wind, her face still looking calm, with no sign of any emotion.