Ancient Gods

The sword light condensed in front of the scroll. Under the dazzling light, Mo Yang's face was as pale as paper, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth...

He stood there silently, holding the Great Holy War Halberd. His hair was blown wildly by the surging air waves, his clothes were rustling, and his body was shaking...

In front of that terrifying sword light that was several feet long, Mo Yang seemed to be swallowed up at any time.

Looking at this scene, there were bursts of exclamations from the crowd watching in the distance.

Because at this time, not only was a sword light condensed behind Mo Yang, but also a palm was revealed from the scroll in front of him.

This is the power left in the scroll by the Saint Emperor Realm powerhouse. Although it may not be as terrifying as the Saint Emperor's presence in person, it won't be much worse.

Mo Yang had previously mobilized the Great Saint Soldier and used all his strength to barely block a blow.

That blow seemed to have consumed most of his energy. Now facing these two attacks, how should he deal with them?

"Don't you have the Great Holy Weapon? Break another one and show it to me!" The third-level Holy King stared at Mo Yang and shouted coldly.

There is a bit of ridicule in the words!

Because this is a dead end, unless Mo Yang transforms into a Holy Emperor, there is no way to stop him.

If they hadn't brought these two scrolls tonight, they might really have difficulty killing Mo Yang, but now, he didn't believe that Mo Yang could still resolve it.

You must know that at this moment, the two scrolls evolve killing moves at the same time, which is equivalent to two holy emperors attacking at the same time.

Mo Yang didn't say anything despite the ridicule of the third-order holy king in front of him. His face became increasingly pale. At this moment, he looked at the condensed palm in front of him, and then turned around with difficulty to look back...

His body shook for a while, and when the spiritual palace vision was shattered, he was also seriously injured. If he hadn't used the Holy Script to stabilize the injury, he might not have been able to use the blow just now.

"Why……"

He sighed softly, with a little helplessness...

After all...it's still hard to compete...

The overwhelming pressure suppressed the night sky and gave him a sense of suffocation.

At this time, Mo Yang really felt unable to resist.

Although half of his true energy is still in his body, he must retain some strength, because in addition to these mysterious killers, there may be some powerful enemies hidden in the secret.

He put away the halberd in his hand and stood there without moving.

"It seems that you are not too stupid. You also know how much you have. You should give up resistance sooner and be freed sooner!" When the third-level holy king saw Mo Yang put away his soldiers and stood there silently, he immediately He started taunting again.

"You are wrong!"

Mo Yang slowly raised his head and looked at the third-level holy king. Ignoring the overwhelming pressure, he said, "Perhaps you have forgotten that in Luoyang City, I once killed a peak person with one sword. Holy King!”

"What do you mean?" The third-level holy king felt something was wrong, and his mind instantly became alert.

The other two second-level holy kings could not help but change their expressions slightly, staring at Mo Yang in surprise.

That battle and that sword had puzzled countless strong men, but they only knew that Mo Yang had a mysterious and powerful method.

Mo Yang didn't respond. He looked up at the pressing palm, and then made an action that shocked everyone!

Because he actually slowly raised his hand to greet him...

Point a finger towards that palm!

"Ignorant child, you really don't know how high the sky is. This is a method sealed in the scroll by the Holy Emperor himself. It is equivalent to the Holy Emperor taking action. Do you still want to confront me head-on?"

Although a second-level holy king was surprised, he still taunted.

Not only them, but the onlookers in the distance also exclaimed. Many people did not even dare to look, because everyone could predict the outcome...

If there were no accidents, Mo Yang's body would have been crushed directly.

Ergouzi seemed to know what Mo Yang was going to do. He stood in the distance and did not speak, but stared at Mo Yang nervously.

However, the next moment, everyone was stunned...

Because the picture they expected did not appear, but instead a scene appeared that they would never forget.

Mo Yang slowly raised his hand, stretched out only one finger, and moved forward slightly. The entire night sky seemed to freeze in an instant, and the palm was frozen in mid-air.

Then the palm collapsed silently.

There were no terrifying collisions, nor earth-shattering waves. Everything was extremely calm.

This weird scene made everyone freeze in place...

The entire night sky was extremely quiet, with no sound or startling fluctuations...

In the sight, Mo Yang slowly turned around, repeated the action just now, raised his hand and pointed again, and the sword light that was enough to kill a third-level holy king just shattered silently.

This scene seems like a dream, like an illusion...

"This, you...impossible, how could you...who are you?" The eyes of the third-order holy king were filled with endless horror, and he spoke incoherently, breaking the dead silence of the night sky...

His appearance at this moment looked like he was crazy!

Afterwards, everyone came to their senses one after another, and the faces of the two second-level holy kings were filled with incredible expressions.

For a moment, they didn't know what to say, because the scene was too weird and completely subverted their understanding.

"This... what happened? Why did the two Holy Emperor's killing moves collapse silently..."

"How is this possible..."

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Shouts of surprise came from the crowd of onlookers. Even if they saw it with their own eyes, no one dared to believe it was true.

How could such a weird scene be true?

You must know that that is the method of the Holy King, and Mo Yang is only the first level of the Holy King, and Mo Yang has been seriously injured in the previous battle.

However, even if no one wants to believe it, the facts are right in front of them and there is no room for doubt.

Mo Yang stood there, feeling an indescribable loneliness. His eyes swept over everyone, and there seemed to be a kind of vicissitudes in his eyes that could see through the ups and downs of the world...

In the distance, although he had already made a guess in his mind, Er Gouzi was also stunned and stared at Mo Yang blankly.

"I don't believe it, open it!" Amidst countless exclamations, the third-level holy king roared angrily. He turned all his power like crazy and poured it into the scroll crazily.

The two scrolls actually flew directly together, and then slowly merged into one.

Facing all this, Mo Yang looked indifferent and expressionless, and did not make any move to stop him.

"boom……"

The scroll trembled, and then several cracks opened on the scroll. The energy in the scroll was obviously almost exhausted.

However, a figure actually appeared in the scroll. Immediately, the figure stepped out and stood in front of the scroll.

"Could it be the incarnation of the Holy Emperor!"

Some onlookers exclaimed that there was actually an incarnation of the Holy Emperor hidden in this scroll!

You must know that there is no comparison between the incarnation of the Holy Emperor and the methods left by the Holy Emperor, because the incarnation carries some thoughts, and to a certain extent, it can use some of the unparalleled methods of the original body, which is not weaker than the Holy Emperor's personal visit.

The third-level holy king's face was pale, and he was coughing up blood one after another. He was performing a forbidden technique, burning his own life energy, and frantically injecting power into the scroll.

The figure was a little blurry at first, but after a while, it gradually solidified.

"Disperse on your own!" Mo Yang looked up at the figure and said such a voice.

It was clearly Mo Yang's voice, but it carried an indescribable sense of vicissitudes, as if speaking from an unparalleled strong man who had lived for endless years.

"Who are you?" The incarnation of the Holy Emperor looked at Mo Yang, seemingly surprised, and his faint voice was full of surprise.