Ancient Gods

Mo Yang slowly stood up, looking silently into the distance.

In his perception, there were several auras approaching.

Er Gouzi, who was lying on the broken stone, also opened his eyes, stood up and looked into the distance.

Mo Yang looked very calm, he was not surprised, originally he expected that these people would be able to find him if they could find him a few people in advance.

"Two saints of great perfection?" Er Gouzi stared at the distance, and after a moment, a strange color appeared in his eyes.

The news that came before was actually true, and the Great Dao Sect actually only sent two saints of great perfection.

"There are still people behind, they are just walking in front!" Mo Yang was very calm.

After saying that, he looked down at the valley below, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said to himself: "Meteoric Valley, what a good name!"

In just a moment, the two saints of great perfection who were in the front came close, and they stopped more than a hundred feet away from Mo Yang, just standing in the air on one side of the canyon.

The two saints who had reached the Great Perfection naturally had terrifying auras, but it was somewhat inconsistent with their dusty appearance.

"Tsk tsk, these two grandsons must be full of anger, and they seem to have traveled around the Northern Territory for several times!" Er Gouzi's eyes were full of pride.

In its opinion, it was the one who made the greatest contribution this time, after all, the map was really wonderful.

"After waiting for so long, you are finally here!" Mo Yang looked at the other party from a distance and spoke calmly.

"Did you deliberately create the Meteorite Valley?" One of them stared at Mo Yang with anger and shouted.

"I created it. How about my masterpiece?" Er Gouzi straightened his chest and glanced at the other party, looking arrogant.

"Evil beast!" The man glanced at Er Gouzi coldly, with only these two words.

Without waiting for Er Gouzi to speak, Mo Yang said, "This is the Falling God Valley, I named it! Are you two the only ones here?"

Although Mo Yang had already sensed the aura of two Saint Kings hidden in the distance, he pretended not to notice and asked deliberately.

"It's just killing you, I alone is enough!" The man who spoke just now was full of anger. As expected, he was fooled by Mo Yang. He went around in circles in the Northern Territory for several times, which consumed their endless energy.

After saying that, he took action directly and slapped his palm in the air. A powerful palm force immediately stirred the sky. A huge palm of light condensed above the canyon and hit Mo Yang.

Watching the palm of light approaching, the violent air wave passed by first, blowing Mo Yang's black hair wildly. He stood there, and his robes fluttered like flags on the battlefield.

Until the palm of light approached, he raised his hand and stretched out a finger to point at the palm of light.

"Puff..."

All this happened in a flash. The two great saints had expected that Mo Yang would be seriously injured if he did not retreat in the face of such an attack.

But as Mo Yang pointed his finger, the light palm stopped in the air, and then shattered like a wisp of fireworks.

There was no earth-shattering scene, everything was terribly calm, because after the light palm shattered, even the air wave did not dissipate, as if it was directly smoothed by a force.

"Impossible, you..." The man who made the move seemed to have not reacted for a while, staring blankly at the light palm breaking apart, and then he looked up at Mo Yang after a moment, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

The other man was also stunned, with a deep look of surprise in his eyes, staring at Mo Yang.

"You are not good enough!" Mo Yang spoke calmly, his face was terribly calm, as if all this was as it should be.

According to the information they had, Mo Yang's cultivation was only the third level of saint!

When did he become a great saint?

The same as their cultivation?

You should know that even if Mo Yang is only at the third level of the Saint Realm, in order to be on the safe side, the Dao Sect not only dispatched two Saints who had reached the Great Perfection, but also sent two Saint Kings.

Now, the aura on Mo Yang made them tense instantly.

"Have you hidden your cultivation in the past?" After being shocked, the other man stared at Mo Yang with a grim look. If Mo Yang had not hidden his cultivation in the past, it would be impossible for him to reach this level in such a short time.

Mo Yang smiled faintly and said calmly: "I am a mortal enemy of your Dao Sect. If you want to kill me, I want you to die. As for cultivation, is it so important?"

After Mo Yang finished speaking, he stood still, slowly stretched out his palm, and suddenly pressed in front of him. The faces of the two masters of the Dao Sect changed drastically, and the void around his body seemed to be imprisoned, and a huge pressure surged towards them.

"Even if you are as powerful as us, you will die in the end if you fight one against two!" The two roared, their auras raging, and with a loud bang, the space collapsed.

But when they looked up again, Mo Yang was gone.

"Yes, my cultivation is the same as yours, but you seem to have forgotten that I, Mo Yang, practice ancient magic!" Mo Yang's voice sounded behind them.

The two were frightened, and they didn't have time to look back. They instinctively rushed forward to distance themselves from Mo Yang.

"Puff..."

However, although one of them flew forward at the first time and rushed to the sky above the canyon, he was still hit by a fist and his body was directly blasted into the canyon.

"Puff..."

The man's body fell into the canyon, and his body was directly split by a force, and instantly collapsed into a blood mist.

"Damn it, Ancient Chessboard, you activated the killing array of the Ancient Chessboard!" The other person was extremely shocked, and suddenly turned back to look at Mo Yang, his voice trembling.

Because the man was blasted down, his body was directly crushed, and then there was no movement.

"Haven't you always wanted to take the Ancient Chessboard from me? Look, I put it here, you go down and get it!" Mo Yang said, moving his hands, condensing a seal to cover it, and wanted to shock the other party directly into the killing array.

However, when he took action, Mo Yang suddenly frowned, and a trace of coldness appeared at the corners of his mouth. The two holy kings hiding in the dark finally couldn't help it, and one of them appeared behind him silently.

Although the two holy kings chose to take action, they were also extremely cautious, because the attack was a thunderbolt. He hid behind Mo Yang and suddenly urged a war sword to chop down at Mo Yang vertically. The timing and speed were extremely accurate, and Mo Yang was not allowed to avoid it at all.

Indeed, that blow instantly split Mo Yang's body, but the split body turned into a wisp of golden fighting spirit and dispersed.

"Incarnation outside the body..." The man changed color and exclaimed.

He immediately felt something was wrong and hurriedly pulled back. In just a moment, a silver-white war halberd shot out from nowhere and pierced his chest directly.