Ancient Gods

Mo Yang looked at the Taoist Saint Son with a devilish smile on his lips.

He said: "After receiving a few secret techniques from you, you also receive a punch from me!"

After saying that, Mo Yang took a step forward, and his body disappeared instantly. The speed was so fast that most of the cultivators watching could not see clearly, and it was difficult to capture Mo Yang's movement trajectory.

The next moment, he appeared directly in front of the Taoist Holy Son, raised his fist and smashed it towards the Taoist Holy Son.

"Be careful, Holy Son, don't get close to him!" A Taoist master couldn't help but exclaimed.

Mo Yang has the blood of the ancient gods and is extremely strong. Not to mention now, before he has reached the third level of the Holy King, Mo Yang's body is stronger than that of an ordinary Holy King.

The Taoist Saint Son also changed his color. He naturally knew that Mo Yang was very strong, so he instinctively withdrew and retreated.

But no matter how he retreated, Mo Yang was always in front of him, like his shadow. Wherever he retreated, Mo Yang followed him, unable to distance himself at all.

Especially the evil smile that appeared at the corner of Mo Yang's mouth made his heart tremble suddenly.

"boom……"

The next moment, the fist fell, like a giant mountain falling on him.

The Taoist Holy Son felt that his whole body was about to fall apart, and then his body flew out uncontrollably.

"puff……"

Under countless horrified gazes, a string of blood beads spurted out from the mouth of the Taoist Saint.

With just one punch, the majestic Taoist saint was so shocked that he vomited blood.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, I'm afraid no one would believe it. After all, the cultivation of the Holy Son of the Dao Sect was not weaker than that of Mo Yang. Although both of them were at the third level of the Saint King Realm, the Holy Son of the Dao Sect was slightly higher.

"you……"

The Taoist Saint flew dozens of feet away. After stabilizing his body, he looked at Mo Yang with murderous eyes. However, Mo Yang could not be seen at all.

Suddenly, he felt a chill running down his spine, and at the same time a voice sounded in his ear: "Where are you looking?"

His expression changed drastically, and he was about to pull away, but a fist suddenly fell on him.

At this time, the Taoist Holy Son clearly heard the sound of his bones being shattered, and then a sharp pain swept through his body, and his body flew out uncontrollably again.

His right shoulder was directly shattered by Mo Yang's punch. At this time, the flesh and blood were blurred, and some broken bones could even be seen exposed through the robe. The right robe was already soaked in blood.

The Holy Son of the Dao Sect retreated again and again. At this time, he was shocked and angry. He knew that Mo Yang was very strong, and he was of the blood of the ancient gods after all, but he never expected that he would be so strong.

However, as a strong man of the third level of the Holy King, the physical injuries on his body were not a concern to him. He saw a blood mist steaming up, and with the flow of blood energy, in less than a cup of tea, the wound on his shoulder The injury healed.

"Provoking me will only make you die faster!" The Dao Sect Holy Son retreated dozens of feet away and stared at Mo Yang, his words extremely cold.

Immediately, the aura on his body began to surge, and he used a mysterious Taoist technique, causing a strange fluctuation to flow high in the sky.

"One yin and one yang are the beginning of Tao. Humans are divided into life and death, and Tao is divided into yin and yang!"

Sound waves came out one after another from his mouth, and even the two Taoist masters in the distance changed their colors as soon as he finished speaking.

"Holy Son, don't use the Yin-Yang Seal easily!" The two Taoist masters spoke one after another.

The Yin-Yang Seal is a forbidden holy technique in Taoism. Although it is extremely powerful, it is a move that kills people and kills oneself. Once it is used, oneself will be damaged!

The Holy Son was injured by Mo Yang one after another just now. He was obviously furious and wanted to use this forbidden holy technique to kill Mo Yang directly.

Mo Yang's face became serious at this time. Hearing the exclamations in the distance, he silently concentrated on sensing this space. It was as if he was enveloped by two strange forces, and the power in his body actually began to drain away.

"The Yin-Yang Seal is a bit weird..." Mo Yang frowned and whispered.

After a while, this space seemed to gradually solidify, bound by two forces, and boundless pressure surged towards Mo Yang.

Mo Yang changed color, and above his head, a golden dharma seal slowly condensed, and under his feet, the dark light turned into a gleaming black dharma seal.

"You can force me to use Yin Yang Seal, you are so proud!" The Taoist Saint stood there and spoke solemnly.

Mo Yang didn't say anything, he slowly raised his palm, and the zhenqi in his dantian was instantly activated, and he used a forbidden technique from the Xuan Zi Juan.

A sword energy condensed from Mo Yang's palm, and he suddenly raised his hand to slash at the seal above his head.

"You really don't know the heights of the world. This is my Taoist sect's holy art, and you still want to resist!" came the solemn words of the Taoist sect's holy son.

However, the next moment, his eyes froze.

Because the golden dharma seal was instantly split open by the sword energy, and then Mo Yang suddenly stepped down with his foot, and the black light flowing dharma seal below also collapsed instantly.

There seemed to be a great collapse in mid-air. As the two seals collapsed, the so-called Yin and Yang seals directly disintegrated. The violent air waves instantly broke out, and the void collapsed into pieces.

The Taoist Holy Son was directly shaken by the collapsing power and flew out repeatedly.

The white robe around Mo Yang was cut several times by the scattered sword energy. His figure flashed and rushed out from the raging waves.

Not only the Taoist Holy Son, but also the two Taoist old men not far away were stunned. They had incredible looks on their faces and could hardly believe it.

As Taoist masters, they knew very well the power of the Yin-Yang Seal. This was a self-destructive Taoist technique, but Mo Yang broke it directly.

"What kind of skill did he perform?" Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Because Mo Yang was covered by two magic seals at that time, everyone only saw him raise his hand to cut out a sword energy, and could not feel the breath.

The Taoist Saint was pale at this time, and a bloodstain slowly left his eyebrows, which looked very dazzling.

Obviously, the holy technique was broken, and the backlash he suffered was more serious. It seemed that his body was trembling.

The Taoist Saint who was watching the battle outside the battlefield was also very frightened. She stared at Mo Yang with an unprecedented solemnity on her cold cheeks.

Obviously, they had underestimated Mo Yang before. Although Mo Yang's cultivation was only the third level of the Holy King Realm, his combat power was far more than that.

"I heard that there are many Taoist secrets. Is there any stronger one?" Mo Yang's voice finally came, breaking the silence at the scene.

Then, Mo Yang walked forward with his hands behind his back, towards the Taoist Saint, and said as he walked: "If this is the limit of your skills, then I will take your life!"

At first, the Taoist Saint did not notice anything unusual, but as Mo Yang took a few steps, he was shocked to find that this space seemed to have turned into a quagmire, and a force flowed out silently, covering the place.