Ancient Gods

The battle continued, and the two figures flashed rapidly. Except for the soul-soothing collision sounds, it was impossible to see their movements and moving trajectories clearly when they fought.

Wherever they passed, blood flowers splashed from time to time, some of which were golden, and some of which were flowing with light golden light...

The Saint Clan woman in the distance was a little numb. She didn't remember how many times Mo Yang's body was torn apart, nor how many times the king-level Heavenly Dao Spirit was severely injured by Mo Yang...

Mo Yang borrowed the Fire of Good Fortune several times because he found that the Fire of Good Fortune could directly burn the soul, which was the most terrifying part.

They could easily repair their palms after they were melted, but once the soul power was damaged, it could not be repaired in a short time.

The several times he borrowed the Fire of Good Fortune to directly injure the king-level strongman, his aura was weakened a lot. Although the opponent's physique and strength were still terrifying, the attack he made was much worse than before.

Moreover, the more they fought, the more brutal Mo Yang became. He even used the arm of the king-level warrior to refine it directly after he cut it off. The majestic power of the star source poured into his body, nourishing his body rapidly.

When the king-level warrior took the arm away, the power had almost been refined by Mo Yang.

"An ant who doesn't know how to live or die!" The king-level warrior roared continuously, and looking at Mo Yang's ferocious smile, he even felt a little scared.

As a king-level spirit of heaven, in this star field, even if he didn't have an eternal lifespan, his lifespan was extremely long. He had seen too many bloody battles and experienced a lot.

But this was the first time he had seen a madman like Mo Yang.

Because Mo Yang was not only cruel to his enemies, but also to himself. In today's battle, Mo Yang didn't care about his own life or death, and didn't care about his injuries, as if he couldn't feel the pain...

At the end of the battle, even the Star Lord's battle bones that were integrated into Mo Yang's body were damaged, and several ribs were shaken off, leaving many gaps on the battle bones...

Now, when the king-level strongman saw Mo Yang rushing towards his attack regardless of everything, he even began to panic in his heart, because almost every time Mo Yang was injured, he would always try his best to cut something off from him.

The battle weapon in Mo Yang's hand was also constantly changing. Sometimes it was the rusty and strange ancient sword, sometimes it was the fortune furnace, and from time to time it was changed to the dragon-locking pillar.

Mo Yang's methods were repeated over and over again, from the six-character scroll secret technique, to the nine transformations of gods and demons, to the ancient chessboard, and even the dragon-locking formation...

The most terrifying thing was the Dao fire. It seemed nothing, but it hurt his soul power several times, and the damage to his soul power made the supreme methods he had used before slowly become unstable, and the suppression power of the heaven and earth law seemed to be slowly getting stronger.

"Buzz..."

At this moment, a wave suddenly came from a distance, and then a wing of light was like a sharp blade, sweeping across in an instant and directly sinking into the body of the king-level strongman.

"Ants of the Saint Clan!"

The king-level spirit of the Heavenly Dao suddenly swept towards the place where the Saint Clan woman was hiding. He didn't expect that the Saint Clan woman could suddenly launch such a terrifying attack with the jade token.

It seemed that a pair of light wings, after sinking into his body, turned into thousands of sharp blades, cutting wildly in his body, as if even his soul power was cut, and the pain was difficult to describe in words.

"Puff..."

After a few breaths, blood spurted out of his body, and his body broke apart and was cut into countless pieces.

The Saint Clan woman was also accumulating strength and looking for an opportunity. She didn't attack until the king-level strongman was severely injured and his soul power was unstable. She used all her strength to attack with the help of the Holy Order.

This was the only way she could help Mo Yang.

Mo Yang was also shocked, but he didn't have time to think about it at this time. He rushed forward and first used all his strength to activate the power of space to cover the body of the king-level spirit of heaven to prevent the other party from reshaping his body. Then he grabbed the fire of creation again and slammed it into the flesh and blood.

Then he shouted angrily and turned the furnace of creation upside down to cover the flesh and blood.

This was a rare opportunity. Although Mo Yang didn't expect to kill the other party, he would definitely injure him again.

The more serious the damage to the soul power of this king-level strongman, the more disadvantageous it would be for him to fight here, and his combat power would drop sharply.

An angry roar came from the Creation Furnace, and then turned into a painful roar. Mo Yang mobilized the remaining true energy and the star source power in his body, and tried his best to suppress it, but he couldn't suppress it. The Creation Furnace was almost blown away several times.

Mo Yang's eyes were full of madness. Seeing that the Creation Furnace couldn't be suppressed, he roared continuously, carved several imperial characters and pressed them into the Creation Furnace.

After a full cup of tea, the Creation Furnace was finally suddenly broken open, and Mo Yang was blown away dozens of feet by the violent impact.

The wisp of Creation Fire was also blown away, and Mo Yang took action immediately and took it away with the Creation Furnace.

Mo Yang turned his head suddenly and looked. The previous place was covered by a large area of ​​light golden light fog. The figure of the king-level strong man could be seen faintly. The breath emanating from the light fog fluctuated, and the cold murderous intent seemed to want to crush everything here.

"Ant, you actually hurt me like this!" An extremely angry growl was heard.

The light mist floated, and a broken body could be seen, with only half of the head left and only one eye left. Even after the body was reshaped, the whole body was still bloody. Those missing parts seemed to be melted directly by the fire of creation.

He could naturally recover completely, but the wounds left by the fire of creation would recover much slower, after all, it was a wisp of Tao fire nurtured by heaven and earth.

However, his soul power was extremely damaged, and the breath emanating from his body fluctuated violently, and the breath was abnormally unstable.

Mo Yang's face was pale, covered with blood, and his body was covered with blood stains. He stared at the place, and then his figure turned into a residual shadow and rushed up.

But before he rushed to the king-level strongman, his face suddenly changed, and his eyes showed an unbelievable look.

Because there was an extremely terrible pressure that suddenly erupted there, just like before outside this central area.

He felt that he was not wrong. At this moment, the Tao of heaven and earth here seemed to have completely lost the suppression of the king-level strongman, allowing him to recover to his peak state.

The originally fluctuating aura suddenly became full, which was the pressure of a true king-level powerhouse.

"Boom..."

A wave surged out, and Mo Yang's body flew out and shattered directly in mid-air.

At this time, the light mist dispersed, revealing the figure of the king-level powerhouse. His originally broken body was completely restored at this time, and the whole body was once again surrounded by the strongest aura.

Mo Yang's broken body was reshaped. This blow made him lose a lot of life force in his body. Even if the Holy Word Scroll was running at full power, it could not be repaired instantly like before, and the speed was much slower.

He couldn't believe it. Wasn't there always the suppression of the Heaven and Earth Dao here? That Dao suddenly failed just now?

At this time, the king-level powerhouse sighed lightly, raised his head with his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky. There was a void in his eyes, and he had lost his previous spirit.

Moreover, he seemed to have completely calmed down. Although there was still an infinite murderous intent flowing there, he could no longer see the crazy look before.

"This may be fate, but it's worth it to exchange my life for your demise!" He spoke as if he were talking to himself, revealing a sense of melancholy.

And Mo Yang heard the faint voice of the Saint Clan woman: "He should have burned up his soul power, dispersed all his Taoist magic, and temporarily restored himself to his peak state, wanting to exchange his life with yours!"