Ancient Gods

Under the night sky, blood spurted out, and Xiong Feng's head was smashed by Mo Yang's hammer, but Mo Yang did not stop. He suddenly raised his hand and waved it, urging the Star Emperor Tower to take away the headless body directly.

However, even so, Xiong Feng still did not fall. His shattered head was bloody, and a strong blood wave was revealed in his flesh and blood. The blood splashed around seemed to be burning.

"Roar..."

His head was reshaped in the enchanting blood light, and he let out an angry roar, like a beast roaring.

At this time, the strong man in the Void Palace had no time to attack Mo Yang, and hurriedly raised his hand to shoot an energy barrier to cover Xiong Feng's head.

"Old thing, do you really think you can save him?" Mo Yang was like a demon at this time, and the true energy that came out of his body turned blood red, which looked extremely weird no matter how you looked at it.

The eyes of the strong man in the Void Palace were full of murderous intent, and he said angrily: "You ignorant boy, you really think you are something. If it weren't for the tower and the ancient chessboard, your bones would probably be rotten to ashes now!"

Mo Yang just smiled coldly, and then instantly urged the Xingzi Scroll, and his left hand slashed, and an imperial text was sent to the gray-robed old man, and at the same time, he gathered all his strength in his right hand and swung the hammer towards Xiong Feng's head.

With a muffled sound, the energy barrier shot by the gray-robed old man collapsed, and Xiong Feng roared twice in succession. At this time, he actually forced the remaining power to escape far away.

Before this, he thought that death was not terrible, but until this moment, he realized that he just wanted to live.

When the shadow of death loomed over his head, he realized how naive and ridiculous his previous thoughts were. The indifferent state of mind that had been tempered for decades no longer existed, replaced by endless fear.

"You still want to escape? If I, Mo Yang, don't agree, no one can save you!"

Two blood-red lights burst out from Mo Yang's eyes, and he rushed forward like two sharp swords, piercing Xiong Feng's head directly, and then the head shattered again.

The strong man of the Void Palace was extremely angry and endured the attack of the imperial text. The lower half of his body was crushed, but he still desperately dragged the upper half of his body to rush up to stop it.

However, he was greeted by another imperial text. The gray-robed old man's face changed drastically. The remaining half of his body did not dare to force the imperial text to collide with it, and could only avoid it in a hurry.

Although as the four-legged dragon said, Mo Yang's understanding of this imperial text was still shallow, and it was just a form, unable to stimulate the true power of the imperial text, but Mo Yang had touched some of the essence, at least he could play it with a raise of his hand.

"Boom..."

Mo Yang transformed into a blood-red palm of light and reached out, grabbing Xiong Feng's head that was being reshaped in his hand. Then he activated his whole body's power, and a terrifying wave of light came out from the palm of light.

The other masters of the Void Palace reacted and tried to stop him, but it was too late. In two breaths, Xiong Feng screamed in fear, and the screams stopped abruptly.

The blood-red palm of light that Mo Yang transformed into spread out, and only a ball of crushed flesh and blood fell to the ground.

Then Mo Yang's mind moved, and he transferred the headless body that had been stored in the Star Emperor Tower before. He punched and smashed Xiong Feng's body.

So far, the Tianjiao of the Void Palace with the seventh-level cultivation of the Heavenly Saint Realm fell!

In the night, Mo Yang's fighting spirit split the sky, and his sharp eyes swept around coldly.

On the surrounding hills, there were shadows, but at this time there was a dead silence. This was a battle that was beyond everyone's expectations.

If Mo Yang had used the ancient chessboard or sacrificed the imperial tower, it would be understandable that Xiong Feng was killed so easily, but Mo Yang did not.

The key is that the whole process was very short, and Xiong Feng did not seem to have time to use the strongest means of the Void Palace, and he died in Mo Yang's hands.

On the surrounding green hills, many cultivators had different expressions, and the strong men from the major forces looked indifferent and had no reaction.

After Qiao Yunxi came back to her senses, she sighed lightly. She was shocked by Mo Yang's combat power, but she was also a little worried, because the strong men from the major forces had not really taken action yet. Even if she came to save Mo Yang, she knew that she might not be able to do so in the end.

After Ji Feichen came back to his senses, he also sighed a little, but did not say anything.

At this time, Mo Yang looked around the hills and said in a cold voice: "Aren't you guys going to make a move?"

Mo Yang didn't want to delay like this. After all, if he continued like this, his internal energy would be exhausted sooner or later. He came here to fish today and didn't want to put himself in a desperate situation.

But facing his mocking question, there was no response from the hills around.

At this time, only two strong men from the Void Palace stood not far away. The gray-robed old man who had fought with Mo Yang before had reshaped his body and stood side by side with another middle-aged woman, staring at Mo Yang.

Mo Yang retracted his gaze and looked at the two strong men from the Void Palace, saying: "Since no one is helping you, then you should prepare to die!"

"Little beast, you are still talking nonsense when you are about to die!" The middle-aged woman shouted angrily.

After that, the middle-aged woman suddenly raised her hand, and a seal-like thing was thrown into the air by her.

The thing that was originally only the size of a palm suddenly expanded, and in the blink of an eye it became like a millstone. The middle-aged woman moved her hands and formed two magic seals in succession to hit the seal-like thing.

"Buzz..."

As the two seals vibrated in, the mysterious seal trembled suddenly, as if the sealed power was opened, and suddenly a terrifying wave was revealed.

Mo Yang's face changed slightly, and he felt a sense of suffocation at this time, forcing him to quickly unfold the spiritual palace vision to resist the terrifying wave.

"This is the seal left by the founder of the Xu Palace. It is said that this thing is nourished and refined by the essence and blood of each generation of the palace master. The power is terrifying!" The strong man from an unknown force spoke, and immediately caused many cultivators to exclaim.

Mo Yang originally wanted to swing the hammer to hit a few times, but when he heard the sound, he put the hammer away, and then he took out the fortune furnace directly.

Without saying a word, he suddenly swung the fortune furnace and smashed it at the seal.

"Little beast, you are really ignorant!" The middle-aged woman taunted, and she waved her hands and hit the seal with a seal again.

"Boom..."

The sky shook violently, and then, like a river bursting its banks, a huge bloody light suddenly burst out from the seal, and a terrifying wave poured down, overwhelming the spiritual palace visions.

The Creation Furnace that was smashed was also blocked, and then it was suddenly shaken back.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of bloody light fell from the seal and swallowed Mo Yang.