Ancient Gods

Mo Yang was surrounded by blood, as if he was possessed by a demon, and his body was shaken and flew back dozens of feet away.

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However, he stood there, and there was a hint of madness in his eyes.

His fighting spirit was completely aroused. At this moment, the fighting blood in his body seemed to be completely activated.

Originally, he had the spiritual palace vision, but he didn't use it...

Instead, he directly fought against the strong man of the third level of the Holy King. No matter who saw it, I'm afraid it would be incomprehensible!

Everyone in this city has been awakened. The battle in the night sky was too shocking. Everyone retreated to a distance, and some directly withdrew from the city.

The confrontation between the strong men of the Holy King realm is extremely rare in this era.

What's more, in addition to Mo Yang tonight, there were five Holy Kings at the same time, and the scene was very shocking.

Although the five Saint Kings were all wearing large black robes, it was unknown what kind of power they came from.

But there was no doubt that there must be a powerful force behind them.

What made everyone unbelievable was that the Saint King who first attacked Mo Yang did not appear again after being shot twice by Mo Yang...

The Saint King had screamed several times and seemed to have been seriously injured. Now his life or death is unknown.

He did not appear again after almost meeting him...

"Mo Yang is so young, how could his cultivation be so strong? He fought several Saint Kings alone and was still at ease!"

"He is indeed strong. He has become a Saint King at such a young age. In another ten or twenty years, God knows what realm he will reach..."

Many cultivators retreated to a distance to watch the battle. Looking at the battle over the city, they became more and more frightened.

"Don't talk about now. I heard that he killed a peak Saint King with one sword in Luoyang City. This boy is too mysterious. I don't know what killer is hidden in him. His combat power cannot be measured by common sense!"

"The key is that Mo Yangqiang is fine. What I can't understand the most is that a dog can fight with a Saint King... What kind of world is this? People are really worse than dogs!"

Some cultivators have been staring at the battle between Er Gouzi and the first-level Saint King. Seeing the two of them fighting back and forth, they were actually fighting hard, and their hearts were greatly shocked.

"Brother, look carefully, that's not a dog!" A cultivator reminded.

"Who said it's not a dog? It's a dog!"

"I'm not lying to you. It's really not a dog. I heard that it's a divine beast. Let me think about it. It's said to be the ancient Tiangou clan!"

"Tiangou clan? It's not a dog..."

Several young cultivators actually quarreled over the true identity of Er Gouzi, and they were red in the face.

The battle at Er Gouzi's place was indeed beyond everyone's expectations, because after dozens of rounds of fighting, the first-level Saint King not only failed to take Er Gouzi down, but also gradually fell behind.

But in the end, no one could do anything to anyone, and the battle went back and forth, and there was a stalemate.

But the first-level Saint King had already complained bitterly, and if he had known earlier, he would rather fight with Mo Yang than get entangled with this dead dog.

Because this dog is really too weird!

From the beginning of the battle, he has been spitting out sweet words until now, greeting all his eighteen generations of ancestors, and now he even started to greet his descendants.

These words are still okay, the key is that this dog is also ridiculously strong.

As a divine beast, he can understand that he has a strong physique, but he is also as fast as lightning.

At the beginning, he was repelled several times by him, but after fighting for dozens of rounds, Er Gouzi actually took out a treasure pill and swallowed it, and immediately became lively again.

"Mantou, do you accept it?" Er Gouzi put his paws on his waist, so arrogant that there was nothing to say.

"You beast, accept your uncle!" The first-level Saint King couldn't bear it anymore, and began to spit foul language, and spit at Er Gouzi.

"Fuck... Can you scold me better than me? Do you believe that I will scold you until you accept it?"

"Do you believe that I will scold you tonight so hard that your mother won't dare to recognize you?"

...

"Boom!"

Then the war broke out again.

Listening to Er Gouzi's words, even Mo Yang was speechless. Facing this weirdo, the first-level Saint King could only think that he was unlucky.

In the crowd watching from afar, there were countless cultivators with black faces. They were all completely numb. The words spewed out from Er Gouzi's mouth were like a spell, lingering around and echoing in their minds.

As for Mo Yang, after fighting with the third-level Saint King, his aura became stronger and stronger.

In the pitch-black night, a figure silently appeared behind Mo Yang.

The shadow was tall and majestic. Although it was not a physical entity, its eyes were shining like two stars.

Since the mysterious shadow appeared, a strange aura filled the night sky, which made people feel uneasy.

"You have already comprehended this ancient magic skill to perfection!" The third-level Saint King stared at Mo Yang and spoke. His voice was cold, but the shock in his tone was also strong.

"Is it enough to kill you?"

However, the only response he had was these four words.

Mo Yang stood there, the true energy in his body had already turned blood red, and his whole body exuded a great pressure.

He stood there, and the tall mysterious shadow behind him brought a huge pressure to people.

The other two second-level Saint Kings also came to the side of the third-level Saint King at this time, and the three of them faced Mo Yang from a distance.

Feeling the aura emanating from Mo Yang, the two second-level Saint Kings' faces changed several times, and they actually had the idea of ​​retreating.

The aura emanating from Mo Yang was too heavy. If it weren't for the aura of his cultivation, everyone would have thought that Mo Yang was a peak Saint King.

"How could his aura be so terrifying!" A second-level Saint King in black said in doubt.

Mo Yang's cultivation was only the first level of the Saint King Realm, but the aura he exuded at this time was surprisingly strong.

"The ancient magic skill is notorious, and this set of skills is very strange. You two should be careful!" The third-level Saint King said in a deep voice.

As he spoke, he flipped his palm and a scroll appeared in his hand, and then he hit Mo Yang fiercely.

"Boom..."

At this moment, the sky above the city was instantly turbulent...

The scroll flew towards Mo Yang and slowly unfolded. A dazzling light emanated from the scroll in an instant, directly illuminating the deep space like daylight.

Then, a terrifying aura surged out of the scroll like a tide.

In the distance, Er Gouzi shuddered, and the vertical eye between his eyebrows shot out two rays of divine light in succession, piercing the body of the first-level Saint King, and then he hurriedly looked up at the deep space.

"The aura of the Saint Emperor..."

It murmured in surprise and hurriedly said to Mo Yang: "Boy, retreat quickly, the Saint Emperor's means are sealed in here, don't fight hard!"

Because Mo Yang was using all his strength to perform the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons at this time, Mo Yang's fighting spirit was too strong, and his killing intent was very strong. His rationality would be affected, and he might rush up to fight hard.

"Hmph!"

The third-level Saint King snorted heavily, raised his hand and threw out another scroll.

Just like the scroll just now, the scroll flew out and slowly unfolded in the air, revealing a dazzling brilliance, and the unparalleled pressure instantly enveloped the four directions...

This scroll actually also revealed a terrifying pressure from the Saint Emperor Realm!

The crowd watching from a distance exclaimed in shock, and now many people hurriedly chose to fly back. The breath coming from the deep space was too terrifying, creepy, as if the sky was collapsing.

And Mo Yang could no longer retreat at this time. Two scrolls unfolded, one in front and one behind, blocking his retreat. On the left, the figures of two second-level Saint Kings were already there, and on the right, the third-level Saint King stood with a war weapon in his hand.

"You are indeed stronger than we expected, but you will still die tonight!"

The third-level Saint King's injuries have recovered. He stared at Mo Yang with cold eyes, and slowly raised a long sword with a cold light in his hand, pointing at Mo Yang from a distance!