Ancient Gods

Two rays of light swept down from high altitude, covering the shattered flesh and blood of Jiang Daocheng and the old man in gray, and carried them far away.

Immediately, the imperial power that filled the air became more and more terrifying, absorbing the soul.

Mo Yang's expression changed slightly, the Dao Sect's imperial soldiers continued to be mobilized, and there was probably a strong man hiding in the dark.

At this time, in the distance, Jiang Daocheng reluctantly reshaped his body, but because a large amount of his original power was wiped out, even though he had not yet fallen, his cultivation level had plummeted at this time.

He actually fell directly from the Holy King realm to the first level of the Holy King.

When Mo Yang first sensed Jiang Daocheng's cultivation level, he thought he had sensed it wrong, but after sensing it several times, he was still at the first level of the Saint King.

A magic seal actually knocked down a Holy King to the early stage of the Holy King. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Mo Yang wouldn't have believed it.

It's just that the Saint of Yaochi still had no special expression when facing all this. Even though the emperor's power was permeating all directions at this time, there was no look of horror or fear on her face.

The old man in gray clothes was also not much better. His face was pale, and his flesh and blood were reshaped at this time. When it was first reshaped, only half of his body was left, but he completely recovered after a few breaths.

His vitality was also severely damaged, and a lot of his original power was lost, but his cultivation level had not yet dropped.

"The cultivation of the Great Saint Realm is indeed terrifying..."

At this moment, an old voice came. It was obvious that this person was the strong man who had not yet appeared.

Mo Yang's cold eyes stared at an ancient palace of Dao Dao Sect. The sound came from there, including the imperial power that permeated all directions.

The Holy Goddess of Yaochi looked calm and did not respond. She glanced there, that's all.

Immediately afterwards, the old voice came again: "You are indeed strong, but have you ever thought about how you can compete with the imperial soldiers?"

As the voice fell, a wave of waves instantly penetrated the void and pointed directly at the Yaochi Saint.

Mo Yang's expression changed, his mind trembled, and he was about to summon the Star Emperor Tower.

But just as he was about to take action, the Holy Maiden of Yaochi had already taken action. She actually took a step forward and left the range shrouded in the clear light of the Star Emperor Tower. Ruyu's palm stretched out, and there was still a finger, pointing directly forward.

"Sister..."

Mo Yang was frightened. Is the Yaochi Saint trying to challenge the imperial power?

He actually dared to attack directly, and he did it with his bare hands.

However, everything happened so fast that he had no time to stop it or do anything.

However, the moment she pointed her finger, the fingers of the Holy Maiden of Yaochi seemed to have blooming branches and leaves, and a bright green light emitted...

"Buzz..."

There was no earth-shattering noise, only a slight tremor, and then the void collapsed silently.

Although Mo Yang was shrouded in the clear light emanating from the Star Emperor Tower, his body was also instantly shaken by an invisible force and flew out.

The Saint of Yaochi stood there, with a terrifying aura exuding from her whole body. It was as if there was something reviving in her body. Her whole body was shining brightly, and the shadow of a huge ancient tree faintly emerged.

"Could it be the ancient peach tree...could it be that the emperor-level soldiers from the Yaochi Holy Land were also brought..." Mo Yang was frightened. No wonder the Saint of Yaochi dared to take action directly.

As for the Daodao Sect's ancient palace, that ancient palace was no longer there at this time. With the impact just now, the ancient palace instantly turned into ashes.

And that old voice did not continue to be heard, and even the imperial power that filled the air had mostly dissipated...

At this time, there was deathly silence in the entire Dao Dao Sect.

Mo Yang was frightened, and he vaguely guessed a possibility.

Because the imperial power that filled the Dao Dao Sect had weakened, it was obvious that no one continued to urge it, and the voice of the strong man had not been heard from there for a long time.

In Mo Yang's opinion, that strong man may have fallen.

Even the huge ancient palace was silently turned into ashes. Under the power of the emperor, cultivators of any realm may be directly destroyed.

The Saint of Yaochi turned back to look at Mo Yang and said, "You can take matters into your own hands, but please don't kill innocent people indiscriminately!"

Mo Yang's heart trembled. The Yaochi Saint's words had made it very clear. In the entire Dao Sect, there was no strong person who could threaten Mo Yang at this time.

There is no doubt that the strong man who mobilized the imperial soldiers before was either half-wasted and had lost his fighting power, or he had fallen.

"Thank you, senior sister!"

Mo Yang spoke in a deep voice.

"I'll wait for you outside!" After saying this, Saintess Yaochi turned around and walked towards the gate of Daodao Sect Mountain.

Mo Yang took a deep breath, took a step forward, and appeared in front of Jiang Daocheng. Without asking anything, he raised his hand and slapped him down.

A cloud of blood mist burst out, and Jiang Daocheng didn't even have time to scream, and his body was shattered by Mo Yang's palm.

Now Jiang Daocheng's cultivation has fallen to the early stage of the Holy King Realm, and his vitality has been greatly damaged. Not to mention that he has reached the end of his strength, even if he is unscathed, with the cultivation of the first level of the Saint King, there is no way he can be Mo Yang's opponent.

"Jiang Xunhuan has been dead for so long, it's time for you to stay with him!"

Mo Yang said as he pressed his palm down, violent power surged out of his body, directly covering the blood mist and refining it with all his strength.

"I hate it..."

After about a cup of tea, Mo Yang stopped, and only an extremely unwilling roar came out, along with the wisps of dust dispersed in the wind.

A generation of Holy Emperors has fallen!

After refining Jiang Daocheng, Mo Yang glanced at a place where the old man in gray had escaped.

Mo Yang did not set out to pursue. With a flash of light in his hand, he took out the sacred wood bow, and then took out the dark spear, using it as an arrow feather. He raised his hand to draw the bow and shot an arrow with all his strength.

A black light suddenly cut through the sky. Wherever the arrow feather passed, the void collapsed. Behind the arrow feather, a tail of light several feet long was dragged.

After a few breaths, a roar came from a distance, and a group of blood light floated in the sky.

However, the vitality of the Holy Emperor was indeed too tenacious. Even though he had suffered extremely terrible injuries, the gray-clothed old man still did not fall.

With a roar, his body was reshaped again and continued to flee into the distance.

Then Mo Yang shot the bow three times in succession, and three light-quality arrow feathers broke through the air one after another, and once again shook the gray-clothed old man into a puff of blood mist. The dazzling light exploded there, directly evaporating most of the blood mist.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yang used the Xing character scroll, took a step forward, and used the furnace to collect all the blood mist. Then he directly used the alchemy formula to refine it.

The scene was extremely shocking. At this time, he looked like a demon, with a powerful pressure that was breathtaking. He stood in front of the furnace, like a god or a demon, and his hands kept changing the alchemy formula.

After just a few breaths, the roar from the furnace disappeared.