Ancient Gods

Faced with a forbidden technique performed by a Dao-entering strongman, how could Mo Yang resist? The moment he was covered by the Dao diagram, his body collapsed directly, and golden blood beads splashed everywhere. The scene was extremely tragic.

Moreover, as a forbidden technique, the Dao diagram was indeed very strange. After crushing Mo Yang's body, the Dao diagram did not dissipate, but covered Mo Yang's splashing flesh and blood like a big net. Then the blood-colored light that was emitted turned into wisps of blood-colored flames and began to burn.

This is the real horror of the forbidden technique!

You can see that many golden blood beads were burned to ashes by the blood-colored flames in the blink of an eye, and you can even smell the stench of burnt flesh.

The gray-robed old man let out a long breath. His face was a little pale, and his body was shaking slightly. It was obvious that he had consumed a lot of energy since he started.

He silently sat cross-legged in the air, regulating his breath while staring at the Dao diagram not far away. He wanted to see Mo Yang turned into ashes with his own eyes before he would be relieved.

At the same time, a figure flew down beside him, staring at the Dao diagram for a moment, a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then he said: "Killing an ant, why do you have to do this!"

The gray-robed old man had a gloomy face, and was a little unhappy to hear this, but also with a hint of puzzlement. This guy is not an ant at all, this guy is clearly a madman, and a madman that people can't see through.

Before he took action, he also thought that Mo Yang was just an ant, but he was forced to use the forbidden technique at the cost of his life span, and now he doesn't know the final result.

He shook his head slightly, paused, and then said: "He hides a lot of secrets, and has resolved my killing methods several times. If I drag it on, I don't know what will happen!"

"This kid is not as simple as you think. As long as he can get rid of him, let alone lose some life span, even if he dies, it's worth it!"

Hearing the gray-robed old man say this, the Jiang family strongman who had just arrived had a flash of surprise on his face. He seemed to want to say something, but paused and didn't speak, just silently looking at the Dao diagram.

At this time, the visitor glanced around again. Seeing that the battlefield was like digging three feet into the ground, he frowned slightly and couldn't help but ask, "Where are those assassins?"

"Dead!"

The gray-robed old man spoke in a deep voice. Those people died almost at the same time and didn't help him at all. He just sighed in his heart when he mentioned it. No wonder the Jiang family's divine guards failed repeatedly. Facing Mo Yang, the cultivators in the early stage of the Heavenly Saint Realm seemed to have no deterrent power at all.

When the visitor heard this, his brows were immediately furrowed. With the gray-robed old man present, those people all died. He couldn't help but look at Mo Yang again, with a look of doubt. Is a junior so powerful? After all, Mo Yang didn't seem to use the Emperor Tower today.

"Solve it as soon as possible to avoid variables!" The visitor stared at Mo Yang, then left this sentence and turned to leave.

The variables he called were not worried about other changes happening to Mo Yang, but worried about external intervention, because there was a strong man standing behind Mo Yang, and his cultivation was unfathomable.

However, just as he turned around and prepared to leave, a wave suddenly came out of the burning Dao diagram.

Originally, the blood-red flame burned very slowly, but at this moment, it suddenly jumped, and the Dao diagram was also shaking.

The gray-robed old man who was sitting cross-legged changed his face and stood up suddenly. At this moment, he could not care about regulating his breath. He stared at the Dao diagram in doubt, and his heart was full of waves. Is this useless?

This is a forbidden technique. He even sacrificed his blood with his essence and blood, and at the cost of his life span, could he still not kill Mo Yang?

This method, even if used on a cultivator of the same realm, would probably kill the other party, at least it would half-destroy a strong man in the early stage of the Dao realm. How could it be impossible for him to deal with even a junior?

The Jiang family strongman who was about to leave also suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked at the Dao diagram, and his face changed instantly.

As a Jiang family strongman, he also practiced this set of forbidden techniques, and knew the horror of this forbidden technique. At this time, he obviously felt incredible.

"This little beast... Is it the tower that's causing trouble?" The Jiang family warrior who just arrived said to himself in doubt.

The gray-robed old man looked extremely serious and shook his head, saying, "It's not the tower. He has other secrets hidden in him. It's very strange and hard to see through!"

Because he had seen a wisp of magic pattern floating. This was not caused by the nine-story stone tower at all, but a power hidden in Mo Yang's body, which was extremely strange.

As soon as the words fell, a wisp of magic pattern spread out, like a vine growing wildly. In just a few breaths, the power of the picture was torn to pieces. The blood-red flames kept jumping, and they couldn't burn the magic patterns at all. Instead, the flames began to go out.

"Boom..."

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled sound, and a breath suddenly burst out from there. Countless magic patterns were intertwined. The previous scene was staged again. Those magic patterns were spreading and evolving at a very fast speed. It seemed that there were more and more, one turned into two, densely packed.

This scene was extremely strange. The gray-robed old man's face suddenly turned ugly. His heart was beating violently. What the hell was this thing? It looked like some kind of mark. It was too strange.

He squeezed out the killer several times, but instead of killing Mo Yang, it seemed to help Mo Yang, because the breath emanating from there was much stronger than before.

Countless questions filled the gray-robed old man's mind. All this completely overturned his cognition and completely deviated from the martial arts.

"Hurry up and take action. He is not dead yet!" The gray-robed old man said this in an extremely urgent voice.

After saying that, he took action directly, slashing several sword lights in succession. Not only did he not see the magic patterns destroyed, but he made the mysterious patterns rapidly swell.

Seeing this scene, another Jiang family strongman also changed color. He also took action, but the result was the same.

"You hurry back to the family. This boy is too weird. I'm afraid that ordinary means can't kill him. If you want to kill him, I'm afraid that today you can only activate the emperor sword!" The gray-robed old man looked at the other Jiang family strongman, and his tone became more and more urgent.

But the movement of Mo Yang was too shocking. A stream of breath burst out continuously. Then, as the gray-robed old man expected, the magic pattern evolved rapidly. There were only two mysterious patterns before, but now it has become three.

"He should have practiced some kind of evil magic, which can be resurrected with the help of these magic patterns. If the magic patterns don't dissipate, I'm afraid he can't be killed!" The gray-robed old man said in a low voice.

In just a few breaths of time, the magic pattern completely condensed into three mysterious patterns, and Mo Yang stood there silently, his body covered in blood, his eyes closed, and he was clearly still alive and well.