Ancient Gods

At this time, the alley fell into a brief silence.

The dozen black-clothed cultivators watched the first-level cultivator of the Transcendent Realm who rushed towards Mo Yang fall to the ground, and his life breath disappeared instantly. Everyone looked horrified.

They should have seen the scene just now clearly. The strange young man in front of them just stretched out two fingers and easily clamped the sharp sword. Then he flicked his fingers and the sword was directly shattered.

Who is this person?

This is the question that popped up in the minds of all the black-clothed cultivators at the same time.

Including Meng Xianyin, although she had some doubts in her heart and felt that the young man seemed familiar, she had never seen or heard of the girl next to the young man.

"Who are you?" After the black-clothed cultivator who led the group came back to his senses from the shock, he immediately took a few steps back in doubt, stared at Mo Yang vigilantly, and asked.

Mo Yang touched his chin, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "Man!"

Faced with Mo Yang's strange response, even Yao Chi Saint was speechless. She had never found Mo Yang so strange before.

Who doesn't know that he is a man?

Er Gouzi almost burst out laughing, as if Mo Yang's response was very much to his taste.

The black-clothed men were all very angry, and some of them started to curse in their hearts.

It was obvious that the strange young man in front of them was teasing them.

And Meng Xianyin in the back was more and more suspicious, staring at Mo Yang, constantly sensing, but the aura of this mysterious young man seemed to be completely different from that person, and it seemed that he was not that person.

"Uh...what, you don't believe it, otherwise, I'll pull it down and let you see it?" Seeing that the black-clothed men didn't speak, Mo Yang said this again.

"It's okay to take a look, but I'm worried that after you take a look, you will fall into endless inferiority!"

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The Saint of Yao Chi glanced at Mo Yang coldly. She felt a little itchy and wanted to hit Mo Yang a few times, because Mo Yang's words were really too much.

What do you mean it's okay to take a look? Isn't she still here?

If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she wouldn't have believed that such rogue words came from Mo Yang's mouth.

"Tsk tsk, kid, you are so shameless, are you so boastful..." Er Gouzi looked extremely obscene, and while speaking, he glanced at the Saint of Yao Chi.

"Boy, dare to tease us, you are looking for death!" Several hot-tempered men in black were furious, and everyone raised their long swords and pointed them at Mo Yang.

There was nothing better than comparing, but the other party actually used that thing to humiliate them, how could they tolerate it?

Seeing that the black-clothed men were about to take action, Mo Yang hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Wait, don't rush to take action!"

After that, Mo Yang's eyes swept across the black-clothed cultivators, looked at Meng Xianyin, and said, "If I save your life, how will you repay me?"

At this time, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he spoke casually, with a demeanor of a dandy prodigal.

Meng Xianyin was slightly startled, looking at the lazy and slightly evil face, she felt an indescribable taste in her heart.

She had always suspected that this person might be Mo Yang, but the aura on the other person was completely different from Mo Yang.

"If you want, I can give you the skills!" Meng Xianyin said, her voice a little weak.

She was pale, and her injuries continued to worsen. If she hadn't been holding on, she would have fainted long ago.

"Shameless boy, how can she repay you? Besides giving herself to you, could it be that you are interested in the secrets of Xianyin Pavilion..." Er Gouzi curled his lips.

"Okay!"

Mo Yang nodded.

Then he looked at the dozen or so men in black and walked forward step by step.

"Whoever you are, if you dare to interfere in our affairs today, you will die without a burial place. Come on, kill him!" The leading man in black was furious. Seeing Mo Yang's arrogance, he roared immediately.

Suddenly, more than a dozen black-clothed cultivators rushed towards Mo Yang at an extremely fast speed. The sharp swords and knives exuded a ray of murderous intent, pointing directly at Mo Yang.

The strong murderous intent instantly filled the entire alley.

However, the next moment, a terrible thing happened.

Mo Yang walked with his hands behind his back. As he took a step, a ray of light spread from his feet, like a ripple.

The four black-clothed cultivators who were at the front suddenly collapsed, their bodies instantly shattered by an invisible force, and exploded into a mass of blood mist.

The strong smell of blood filled the alley in the blink of an eye.

Mo Yang did not stop, and then took the second step, and another ray of light swung out.

Another five black-clothed cultivators collapsed, and even the long swords in their hands were directly shattered by the invisible force, turning into debris and falling down.

At this time, there were only four black-clothed cultivators left in the alley. Except for the leader, the other three were frozen in place.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would not have dared to believe that such a thing would happen.

Who exactly is this mysterious young man? More than ten extraordinary cultivators fought, but they didn't even touch each other's robes, and nine of them were shattered in the blink of an eye.

It was not as simple as wiping out, even the body was shattered, this was the real corpse without a trace left...

"You, who are you?" The middle-aged man in the lead felt a chill instantly rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His hands holding the long sword were shaking constantly, and his voice was trembling.

"Didn't I just say that I am a man, and a strong man!" Mo Yang spoke, looking very serious and solemn.

"I will fight you!" The leading black-clothed man was so angry that he roared and rushed towards Mo Yang with his long sword.

"The word 'fight' is not appropriate!" Mo Yang finally stopped and said this.

Then, he pointed his finger and the head of the middle-aged man in the lead instantly broke open.

The headless body still maintained the posture of rushing forward, and rushed nearly ten meters before falling to the ground.

One of the remaining three black-clothed men fainted when he saw Mo Yang's eyes sweeping over, and the other one gritted his teeth and rushed towards Mo Yang.

The result is self-evident.

Another one knelt down on the ground, his eyes filled with endless fear. Even if their cultivation was not weak, they had never seen such a bloody scene.

The strong and pungent smell of blood made him vomit wildly.

Mo Yang frowned and wanted to take action, but paused and retracted his palm.

Then he looked at Meng Xianyin, who was now horrified and stood there in a daze. When she saw Mo Yang looking at her, she was still in a trance.

"You don't want to leave yet?"

Mo Yang turned around after saying that, but he only took a few steps and then stopped. Looking back, Meng Xianyin had fainted.

"Uh... why are you fainting? I haven't given you the skills yet..."

Mo Yang was speechless. He knew it was due to Meng Xianyin's injury, and frowned. He raised his hand and grabbed Meng Xianyin, then walked out of the alley.