Ancient Gods

Mo Yang looked nonchalant at this time, greeting some of the Tianjiao characters present one after another.

But his words were more shocking than the last, especially the words he said to the young man in white, which made the other Tianjiao characters present change color one after another.

There is no doubt that their previous guess was correct, Duan Chenxiang did suffer a great loss at the hands of Mo Yang.

From this Duan Chenxiang's reaction and Mo Yang's words, it can be clearly concluded that the two must have had a big fight before.

In the surprised eyes of the crowd, Mo Yang frowned slightly, looked at Duan Chenxiang suspiciously for a moment, and then said: "What are you looking at, what's wrong, are you not convinced?"

It was still okay just now, but when Mo Yang said this in person, even the two people from the Holy Sect were stunned, and their hearts were full of waves.

Duan Chenxiang was already arrogant to the extreme, but now it seems that the young man from the Tiandao Sect is really arrogant.

At this time, although Duan Chenxiang's heart was also full of murderous intent, he was naturally angry, but he was also a little puzzled that Mo Yang dared to come.

If it weren't for the heavenly punishment, Mo Yang might not have had enough lives to kill him even if he had 100. But Mo Yang knew the difference between the two of them, and he dared to show up without fear.

And until now, he still didn't understand how Mo Yang survived such a terrible heavenly punishment, because even he almost died in that heavenly punishment.

"You are really not afraid of death!"

After a short silence, the young man in white finally spoke, squinting at Mo Yang, and every word was full of murderous intent.

"Hehe, you are the same. I thought you had learned your lesson before, but now it seems that you are still a dog that eats shit. You are really born with Xiang!" Mo Yang sneered.

"Boom..."

Hearing this, Duan Chenxiang could no longer suppress his anger, and suddenly raised his hand to slap Mo Yang.

Just as he made a move, the Saint of Yaochi appeared beside Mo Yang, raised her hand and waved it, and a ray of light came up to shake Duan Chenxiang's palm back.

Duan Chenxiang retracted his palm, stared at the Saint of Yaochi, with a sneer on his face, and said: "Don't be in a hurry to die. Looking at your face, sometimes I really don't want to do anything to you. It's a pity to kill such a beauty!"

The Saint of Yaochi looked as cold as frost, then raised her hand and swept her fingers in the air. A wisp of lines suddenly appeared out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, an imperial text emerged. As she raised her hand suddenly, the imperial text was like a seal and quickly imprinted towards Duan Chenxiang.

The faces of all the Tianjiao present suddenly changed, and they instinctively pulled back.

I had only seen Mo Yang use this method before, but I didn't expect that the Saint of Yaochi could also raise her hand to carve out the imperial text, and it was completely different from the imperial text carved by Mo Yang.

Facing the Emperor's text, Duan Chenxiang did not dare to be careless. The sneer on his face disappeared in an instant. Then he quickly moved his hands in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, he condensed a complicated seal, and suddenly raised his hands to shake it out.

Then he continued to move, slapping his palms one after another, overlapping one after another, and followed the seal to meet it.

"Boom..."

A muffled sound suddenly came out, and the mysterious seal was extremely powerful, and it actually offset most of the Emperor's power. Then the several light palms that rushed up collided violently with the dim Emperor's text, and then both collapsed.

Although Mo Yang knew that this person's cultivation was terrifying, and the two had a big battle before, he still couldn't calm down at this time.

He had to admit that this person did have the capital to be arrogant. If such a cultivation was placed on the Xuantian Continent, not to mention among the younger generation, he could also walk sideways among the older generation of cultivators.

After fighting with this person before, Mo Yang was also secretly preparing, because now the Star Emperor Tower and the Ancient Chessboard could not be used. He wanted to cross eight realms to fight this person, but he had no chance of winning.

Not to mention the chance of winning, it was even difficult to save his life.

So he had been thinking of other ways, because in front of this person, the only thing he could show to fight head-on was undoubtedly the imperial text he had comprehended.

In addition, unless he fought in close combat, he could still fight with his physical strength, because after his breakthrough this time, his physique had also undergone a transformation, and it was stronger than before.

At this time, Duan Chenxiang looked cold and stern, staring at the Saint of Yao Chi and sneered: "I'll give you a chance. If you don't know what's good for you, believe it or not, I will kill you in public!"

The Saint of Yao Chi, who was originally planning to stop, heard this, and two murderous intentions suddenly burst out in her eyes.

Mo Yang was shocked. After knowing the Saint of Yao Chi for so long, it was the first time he felt such a strong murderous intention from the Saint of Yao Chi.

However, before the Saint of Yao Chi could make a move, Mo Yang could no longer bear it. He pushed the Xing Zi Scroll to its full potential, and in the blink of an eye, he circled around Duan Chenxiang, moving his palms continuously.

When his body stopped, four imperial characters appeared in the air. It was like a formation that surrounded Duan Chenxiang.

Each imperial character was different, and although the aura they exuded was terrifying, it seemed to be the opposite.

For Mo Yang, carving the imperial characters in succession was extremely exhausting, because his understanding of these four imperial characters was still at the initial stage.

Duan Chenxiang did not seem to expect Mo Yang to do this, and his body suddenly soared into the sky, trying to break out of the siege of the four imperial characters, but the Saint of Yao Chi was now full of aura, soaring into the sky, and raised her hand to slap down a seal.

"Die for me!"

Mo Yang shouted, activated the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons, and then used the Battle Scroll. In an instant, four clones appeared and rushed to the four imperial texts, and they all started to attack.

His real body suddenly soared into the sky, and used the Wordless Scroll to frantically absorb the vitality of heaven and earth in this space.

In the blink of an eye, a strong wind suddenly rose here, and the world seemed to be turbulent. Every blade of grass and every tree seemed to have become a part of Mo Yang, because Mo Yang's breath was everywhere.

The faces of the other Tianjiao present changed drastically, and they felt that the power in their bodies was forcibly drawn out. Several exclamations were heard immediately, and then everyone hurriedly withdrew and flew back.