Ancient Gods

The strong man from the Chaos Dragon Pond who took action to evolve the formation had a gloomy face. He stared at Mo Yang's figure, then glanced in all directions, and said: "No matter what external force he uses, the power that does not belong to him, after all, It’s limited, even if these dragon bones are completely shattered, as long as you can kill him, it’s still worth it!”

The old man then spoke: "Some strong men in our Chaos Dragon Pond have deduced before, saying that this son is an anomaly with an uncertain fate. He is probably the heir of a previous one!"

The strong man from Chixuling changed his face slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Are you sure?"

"It's impossible to be sure, but the tower on his body has appeared before and suppressed the most critical part of the seal. Otherwise, the ancient tribes would not have been sealed to this era!"

"So he must not stay. This time the killing order has been issued. It would be best if we could kill him. You Chixuling also know that if those supreme beings take action, in this era, for They’ve lost a lot!”

But just as they finished speaking, before they had time to think about it, a strange scene appeared on the battlefield. Because they were distracted for just the blink of an eye, only one of the two divine dragons was left, and no dragon bones fell out. It was not directly blown up by Mo Yang.

"It's that tower again!" The old man in the Chaos Dragon Pond was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He only wanted to kill Mo Yang, but he forgot that Mo Yang's imperial tower could not only take in people, but also the divine dragon.

Although the condensed body of this divine dragon is extremely large, in front of the Imperial Tower, size is not an issue at all.

After a cold snort, he hurriedly took action, trying to take back the other divine dragon. To be precise, he took back a few dragon bones from the dragon's body. However, it was a step too late in the end because Mo Yang took action first.

Mo Yang raised his hand and waved, and a huge crack in the void appeared beside him. Seeing the dragon approaching quickly, he dodged to the side, and the dragon that rushed towards him crashed directly into the crack in the void. , just disappeared.

"Damn it!"

The old man in the Chaos Dragon Pond was furious, his figure flashed, and he couldn't help but rushed forward. A sword he took out at an unknown time in his hand suddenly struck several swords at Mo Yang, and several dazzling sword lights were directed at Mo Yang. Cross and chop away.

Mo Yang's figure flashed and disappeared, and he had retreated into the distance in an instant.

It was already too late, both dragons disappeared without a trace.

"You still won't take action?"

The old man glanced into the distance, and nearly ten figures had already gathered around him. They were all powerful men from the ancient races, coming from five or six ancient lands of the ancient races.

Although there was no response, those figures moved, powerful auras burst out, and figures stood in every direction, surrounding Mo Yang.

Even though Mo Yang had fused the Star Lord Battle Bones, it had already been delayed for a lot of time. At this time, the backlash of the Battle Bones had begun to appear. He himself could not bear the huge impact of power for a long time.

If he continues to struggle with these strong men here, even if he can resist for a while, he may not be able to escape his demise in the end.

At this moment, a strange roar suddenly came from the distance. It was not the sound of a cultivator, but a sword cry that shook the sky. A war sword came from the direction of the central domain, dragging a dazzling tail light. Like lightning, it fell over the battlefield in just a few breaths.

"Buzz..."

A sharp sword hung there. With a slight shock, a terrifying sword intent burst out from the sword, as if thousands of armors were coming.

"What a human sword cultivator!"

A strong man from the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons stared at the sword and spoke sternly.

As the words fell, a figure slowly fell beside the sword. It was a middle-aged man, dressed in cloth, but he was covered in blood. Many of the bloodstains had long since dried, but it could still be seen that he had experienced something not long ago. A brutal battle.

When he appeared, he instantly attracted the attention of many ancient race experts present. They all heard about this human sword cultivator, because this person was unusual and had a different path in the way of swordsmanship. He was not an ordinary sword cultivator.

"Human Sword Master, I heard what I heard, and I will kill you today!" Another strong man from the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons said coldly, because several strong men from their Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons had been killed by this Sword Master.

The sword master's face was also stained with some dried blood, and there was a trace of fatigue between his brows, but his expression was very calm.

Straight into the encirclement of many ancient races, there was no trace of fear on his face.

The sword master glanced at the figures around him, then turned his gaze and landed on Mo Yang. He did not speak, but nodded slightly.

With Mo Yang in this state, he could tell at a glance that Mo Yang was fused with that mysterious skeleton.

Mo Yang also looked at the Juggernaut. At this time, his consciousness was already a little drowsy, but he was still awake. He always felt that these two fusions of the Star Lord's war bones seemed to have a force suppressing the power of the war bones, but he Undetectable.

Mo Yang grinned, his lips and teeth stained with golden blood.

"boom……"

However, at this time, several powerful fluctuations were heard in the distance, and then several figures of powerful ancient races emerged one after another. These few cultivations seemed to be stronger. Although they did not deliberately release the pressure, they stood there It seems different from other powerful people of ancient races.

"well……"

It was also at this time that a sigh sounded, and it was unknown where it came from, causing many ancient race experts present to stare in all directions.

In the distance, a black dot seemed to appear, but the next moment, the black dot disappeared, and above the battlefield, a figure condensed like mist, and an old man stood there.

"It's you!"

The powerful man of the ancient race who had just arrived spoke immediately after seeing the old man, with a hint of surprise and more anger.

Because this human race strongman had blocked the fog before and killed countless ancient races, but the old man left afterwards. They had searched for several days and had not seen any trace of him. They didn't expect him to appear here.

The person who came was the divine fortune teller. His turbid eyes looked at Mo Yang and a sigh came from his mouth.

"And me!"

Before the divine fortune teller responded, another voice came. Outside the battlefield, a middle-aged man walked in the air, and all the powerful men of the ancient race turned their heads to look.

The man came from the sky, but he gave people an extremely strange feeling. Every time he took a step, the aura on his body seemed to be stronger. What was even more strange was that it gave people a sense of confusion in time and space, as if he had come from ancient time and space.

After taking a few steps, he actually entered the encirclement directly. He first looked at Mo Yang, then looked at the fortune teller, with a smile on his lips, and sighed: "Long time no see!"

After seeing this man, the fortune teller was also a little surprised and very uneasy, which could be seen from the changes in his facial expression.