Ancient Gods

Mo Yang's palm seemed casual, but the power was too strong. One blow not only directly crushed the body of the Dao Dao Sect elder, but also shattered his soul power instantly.

A true one-hit kill, who would have thought that a strong man in the Holy Realm could not even withstand a palm in front of a young man.

Directly obliterated!

The Saint of Yaochi in the back looked at this extremely bloody scene, and she couldn't help but frown. Although she was a Saint of the Holy Land of Yaochi, she didn't see many such bloody scenes.

Mo Yang came to Dao Dao Sect today, with endless killing and anger hidden in his heart. He came to settle the matter.

Because, in his mind, it was time.

Even if there is no Yaochi Saint, he will come this time.

"Senior sister, let's keep walking and take a look. The terrain here is strange and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathers. I'm afraid there are a lot of good things!" Mo Yang came to the side of the Yaochi Saint and said.

The Saint of Yaochi frowned and glanced at Mo Yang. When Mo Yang said this, he sounded like a robber.

But before she could say anything, Mo Yang walked forward first.

Ergouzi's figure kept flashing around. This guy was a real robber, leaving no grass behind wherever he went.

Anyone who sees the elixir, regardless of its age, will be poached by it.

"To do good things, you must be thorough. The elixir is a spiritual thing in the world. If you don't use it, wouldn't it be a waste of natural resources? This is called making the best use of everything!" Ergouzi was very excited and really regarded this place as his own back garden. .

"Boy, I'll go look for the Dao Dao Sect's treasure house first. After I'm done, I'll meet you again!"

Ergouzi stared at the ancient palaces in the distance, his eyes flashed, and he turned into a stream of light and rushed out. He didn't forget to turn around and told Mo Yang: "Boy, hold on tight and draw all the firepower there, sir." Leave one for you!"

Mo Yang didn't stop Er Gouzi. If he hadn't been a little intolerable, he would have been even more cruel and even wanted to completely wipe out the entire Dao Sect.

But for ordinary cultivators, they had no grudge against him. Looking at the Dao Dao Sect disciples hiding in the distance and watching, Mo Yang didn't pay attention.

Following the stone path, after about a cup of tea, Mo Yang's expression changed slightly, and his body suddenly took a few steps back.

As soon as he stepped back, a ray of sword light suddenly slashed down, instantly splitting a gash several feet long where he had just stood.

"Holy King!"

A chill appeared at the corner of Mo Yang's mouth, and then he raised his head and looked into the air.

A figure stood in the air in front of her, a middle-aged woman with a voluptuous figure and still charming charm...

At this time, his face was cold and murderous, and he was looking down at Mo Yang condescendingly.

"What force do you come from? Do you want to start a war with me, the Dao Sect?" The middle-aged woman's voice was cold. When she spoke, she glanced at Mo Yang with a cold look, and then looked at the Yaochi Saint.

"hey-hey……"

Mo Yang didn't respond, just sneered, and then took action directly. The true energy in his body was circulating. He directly raised his hand and used the God-killing Sword Art, and slashed forward with a sword energy in the air.

"You are also in the Saint King realm!"

The middle-aged woman's face changed slightly, her body flashed on the ground, leaving an afterimage in mid-air, and she avoided Mo Yang's sword light.

"My physical skills are good, but I'm standing so high, don't you know it will hurt if you fall?" Mo Yang said, and then his body trembled slightly, and an avatar rushed out of his body, rushing into the air.

That incarnation was a fierce punch to the middle-aged woman.

"snort!"

The middle-aged woman let out a cold snort and raised her hand to slap it.

But then her expression suddenly changed, because she felt something was wrong at this time. The power of that incarnation was actually a bit stronger than hers. According to the realm, it had at least reached the peak of the first level of the Holy King.

The middle-aged woman was shocked and glanced at Mo Yang's body. Is it possible that Mo Yang's cultivation is the second level of the Holy King?

Otherwise, how could an incarnation be so terrifying?

A blow was exchanged, followed by a muffled sound. The middle-aged woman's body was shocked and she retreated repeatedly. Her arm was shaking violently, as if the whole arm was about to collapse.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged woman's body flashed one after another, and she retreated tens of feet, and then looked at Mo Yang in surprise.

The young man in front of him is so young and yet so strong. Their Dao Sect does not have such a talented person.

Is it possible that the young man in front of me comes from one of the most powerful forces in the Eastern Region, or from an ancient sect?

As she was horrified, a chill ran down her spine. She turned around and realized that there was also an avatar standing behind her.

She was so frightened that she didn't even notice when the other party's incarnation appeared. She didn't even have time to think about it and just dodged and flew away.

But the next moment, a fist suddenly fell on her, and the speed of the incarnation increased so much that it caught up with her in an instant.

"You are only at the first level of Saint King. You dare to be the leader. You are very brave!" Mo Yang said.

"It's just that, for a Holy King with your level of cultivation, I have killed not ten but eight. I didn't want to kill you at first, but you should never murder my senior sister!" Mo Yang continued.

The Saint of Yaochi stood at the back, her face a bit ugly, she felt that Mo Yang was addicted, and at this time, he actually put the blame on her again.

The middle-aged woman just glanced at her, but Mo Yang directly accused her of murderous intent.

"Don't be too arrogant. You can't be arrogant here!" The middle-aged woman also became angry and spoke sternly.

As soon as the words were finished, a huge palm of light suddenly rose into the sky and grabbed her.

The two incarnations also took action at the same time, swinging their fists at her one after another.

The middle-aged woman's face changed drastically, and she was shocked. What was the origin of this mysterious young man? His methods were too fierce. Although she was also in the Saint King Realm, she felt like she was several levels lower than the other party, and she felt that she could not compete.

"Come down!"

Mo Yang shouted coldly, and the palm of light shook violently. The whole sky suddenly turbulent. The middle-aged woman's body trembled violently, and she was shaken down from mid-air by a powerful force.

As soon as her body landed on the ground, a terrifying sword energy swept over.

She had no time to react. She only felt a chill on her neck, and then her head flew out directly.

Everything happened too fast. Mo Yang's move was like a storm, leaving the middle-aged woman no chance to breathe.

Moreover, the scene was really scary. Not to mention the bloodiness, a Saint King was suppressed in a few breaths, and even his head was chopped off.

It seemed that the two were not opponents of the same level at all, and the middle-aged woman did not even seem to have the strength to parry.

The disciples of the Dao Sect who were hiding in the distance witnessed this scene with their own eyes. Everyone froze in place, and everyone felt cold all over.

That was an extremely powerful elder of their Dao Sect, and he was beheaded by the mysterious young man in the blink of an eye...

If they had not seen it with their own eyes, I am afraid no one would believe such a thing.

At this time, Mo Yang held the head of the middle-aged woman in one hand and asked coldly: "A few years ago, the holy grass appeared in the Ten Thousand Mountains. Several strong men from the Dao Sect went there. Were you among them?"