Ancient Gods

After the Medicine King Valley masters came back to their senses, they were all shocked and angry. Mo Yang was surrounded by more than ten masters, but he was able to succeed in one strike.

But just as they were about to take action, Mo Yang once again unfolded the Spirit Palace Vision. The golden small world directly blocked all the masters of Medicine King Valley dozens of meters away. No one could get close to him at this time.

After the second-level Saint King was pierced through the chest by Mo Yang, he had a deep look of fear in his eyes.

In the past, he had heard many rumors about Mo Yang, and although he was shocked, it was still okay. But now that he really faced Mo Yang face to face, he really discovered the horror of this junior.

Especially now that the bloodthirsty and cruel smile on Mo Yang's face, just looking at it made him shudder all over.

It was too late to be scared at this time!

Mo Yang swung his spear and swept it fiercely, and the sharp spear head instantly split his body.

Then Mo Yang grinned at him, and took out the Creation Furnace in his hand without knowing when, and swung the furnace with one hand and smashed it towards him fiercely.

"Puff..."

The void seemed to collapse in an instant, and blood splattered everywhere...

The head of the second-level Saint King exploded first, and then his body was instantly smashed to pieces.

The blood and flesh that broke apart were bloody and surging, wriggling at a very fast speed and gathering on their own.

However, Mo Yang grinned, swung the Creation Furnace with one hand and directly collected the broken flesh and blood.

"If I want to kill you, you must die, and you still want to reshape your body?"

"Boom..."

He slapped the Creation Furnace with a palm, and a powerful force was instantly shaken into it by him. The Creation Furnace trembled violently and let out a few shrill roars, but the time was very short. The whole process took only a few breaths, and the movement completely disappeared.

Only a handful of burnt black powder fell out...

He was like a bloodthirsty demon, killing a Saint King in just a few breaths, and then he turned back to look at the strong men in Medicine King Valley, revealing a devilish smile.

The other strong men in Medicine King Valley were extremely angry. Mo Yang opened eight spiritual palaces. Once the vision was unfolded, even if they worked together, they could not blast away the spiritual palace vision in a short time.

If Mo Yang continued to use this method, the result would be disastrous.

If this is true, all of them will be defeated by Mo Yang one by one, and they may all be destroyed here in the end.

"Gather together first, don't give him the opportunity to defeat one by one!" The Saint Emperor whose body was shattered before spoke in doubt.

He was really a little scared. Mo Yang was completely different from before. Now, just the madness alone was frightening.

However, at this moment, the Buddhist monk who was sitting cross-legged outside Xuantian Holy Land moved.

There were nine monks in total, and they stood up one after another.

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd, and the strong men of the Buddhist sect were finally going to take action, because these people had been sitting cross-legged in the air outside the Xuantian Holy Land before, and they only took action at this time.

However, they did not attack Mo Yang directly, but their figures flashed and dispersed in several different directions.

Today, they finally waited for Mo Yang to show up, and what they were most worried about was naturally that Mo Yang would escape, so at this time, nine figures flashed, first blocking all of Mo Yang's ways.

Then the nine people sat cross-legged in the void, and they were surrounded by light. After sitting cross-legged, the golden light around them was vast, and huge golden lotuses bloomed from under them, like a mysterious magic weapon holding them up.

"This is an ancient formation. Didn't the Buddhist sect say that it was just suppressing Mo Yang? Are they going to wipe Mo Yang out directly here?"

Among the crowd of onlookers, several old cultivators couldn't help but exclaimed.

Although the nine monks were all unfathomable, they did not underestimate Mo Yang. All nine of them attacked together, and they started to use a terrifying ancient formation.

"The Buddhist sect's demon-killing formation is a real killing formation, which is completely different from the demon-suppressing formation!"

Then someone spoke.

Seeing the nine Buddhist monks attack, the powerful men of Yaowang Valley hurriedly retreated.

They attacked this time, relying on the Buddhist sect to take the lead.

Watching this scene, the evil smile on Mo Yang's face did not diminish. He still stood silently in the same place, his eyes swept around the nine Buddhist monks who surrounded him, and he actually grinned.

"Very bald monks, aren't all your guardians still alive? Why didn't you come this time?"

An old monk slowly opened his eyes, with no anger on his face. He looked at Mo Yang silently and said, "Demon disciple, you are doomed today. Today, we will transform you into a Taoist fruit and eliminate your devilish heart!"

"The demon-killing formation is complete. If you are willing to put down your butcher knife, you still have a glimmer of hope. If your devilish nature does not change, your soul and body will be annihilated in this formation!"

Hearing this, Mo Yang laughed loudly. His hair fluttered wildly. He watched the old monks sit down and the golden lotus bloomed. He watched the dazzling golden Buddha light interweave into a large formation that enveloped him. He did not retreat at all.

Instead, he directly raised the black spear in his hand and pointed it at the monks.

"Haha, the demon-killing formation, you are here at the right time. I will kill you bald monks today, and I will go to the Buddhist sect to destroy the statue of the old Buddha one day!" Mo Yang laughed wildly.

The nine old monks all had some anger in their eyes, but they didn't say anything. They all closed their eyes, and their bodies were bathed in the golden light.

Gradually, the sound of chanting sutras began to sound.

Although the sound waves were ethereal, they were like beating drums. Every word that fell could make everyone's soul tremble.

Everyone was shocked. Mo Yang was really possessed by the devil. Facing the killing array created by the Buddha, he didn't retreat.

The powerful men in Medicine King Valley retreated one after another. Seeing that Mo Yang did not retreat or evade, and let the Demon Killing Formation cover him, the powerful men in Medicine King Valley breathed a sigh of relief.

The Demon Killing Formation is a killing formation of the Buddhist sect. This formation is rarely used. According to rumors, it seems to have been used only once in ancient times.

It is said that no one can escape from the Demon Killing Formation.

Er Gouzi, who was hiding in the dark, saw this scene and wanted to speak several times, but he had finally lurked at the top of the Holy Maiden Peak and was worried that speaking would expose his whereabouts.

Er Gouzi muttered in doubt: "It's over, this damn thing, he's completely crazy..."

Mo Yang held the black spear and chopped wildly in the Demon Killing Formation. Although the power he burst out now was extremely terrifying, the large formation surrounded by golden light did not move at all.

The terrifying sword energy slashed up, and was instantly dissolved by the flowing golden light, and was smoothed out in the blink of an eye.

"Boom..."

At this moment, a golden beam of light suddenly fell from the center of the formation, instantly knocking Mo Yang down.

The power contained in the beam of light was extremely terrifying. Even Mo Yang's strong body was torn open by several cuts at this moment. The skin on his arms was torn open, and golden blood continued to flow out of the wounds.

In the night sky, the chanting sound became louder and louder, as if it was everywhere. Even if you closed your ears, the ethereal sound waves still sounded in everyone's mind and could not be separated.

"Haha, interesting!"

However, Mo Yang was actually laughing like crazy. His hair was flying wildly, and his body was surrounded by blood. Even the spiritual palace vision he unfolded was completely transformed into a weird blood red.

However, in the demon-killing formation, the spiritual palace vision he unfolded was also suppressed by terror. The blood-colored light circle was violently turbulent, and then a golden beam of light fell, and the vision collapsed instantly.

Mo Yang's body trembled violently, and blood continued to flow out of his mouth.