Ancient Gods

Looking at the three Taixu Mountain masters flying back and looking at him with anger, Mo Yang waved his hand, put away the hammer, looked at a place a few miles away, and sneered: "Aren't you going to take action?"

There were several auras hidden there, and their cultivation was not simple. They just kept paying attention to the battlefield secretly and did not take action.

At this time, the crowd of onlookers were talking about it, and no one could calm down. This human youth was so fierce and messed up. Where did he come from? He didn't treat these ancient race masters as human beings at all.

Bai Fan, who was standing in the crowd, looked at Mo Yang silently. He had seen Mo Yang's identity before, and his heart was not calm at this time. He secretly sighed that the gap between him and Mo Yang seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. Now the two of them seemed to belong to two different worlds.

"Really not taking action?" Seeing no response there, Mo Yang frowned and sneered again.

After saying that, he suddenly made a move, and a huge palm appeared, grabbing the silver-haired young man dozens of feet away, and then clenched it tightly. With a roar, the silver-haired young man was directly crushed to pieces, and blood splattered everywhere, like a gorgeous firework exploding, sad and dazzling.

"Since no one can save you, then you can die!" Mo Yang's tone became cold.

He did not retract the light palm, but pressed it down suddenly. The terrifying fluctuations instantly surged at this moment, and a huge wave poured down from the light palm.

The crushed silver-haired young man let out a terrified roar, but he didn't even have time to reshape his body. The broken flesh and blood were covered by that power. In just a few breaths, the screams stopped abruptly, the life force was completely wiped out, and even the blood was directly dissolved.

At this time, only the woman in silver armor and the woman in red skirt were left in the air. When they saw Mo Yang taking action, they wanted to stop him, but the whole process was too fast and they were too late.

"Tsk tsk, to be honest, it's a pity to kill you just like that!" Mo Yang looked at the two women with angry faces, smacked his lips, and said.

"But we can't not kill him, let's kill him!" Mo Yang added this sentence.

The woman in red skirt glanced at the woman in silver armor and said, "Let's go, we can't beat him!"

The woman in red skirt was very decisive. She knew the current situation very well. Not to mention that the other companion had no fighting power, even if they were in their prime, they were no match for the human youth in front of them. If they continued to stay, they would definitely die.

"Let's go? Where to?"

Mo Yang sneered, his figure flashed, and it seemed that he only took one step, and he caught up with the woman in silver armor, and did not forget to taunt: "Too slow!"

Then, without waiting for the woman to speak, he slapped her directly.

"Puff..."

Instantly, bright red blood splashed everywhere, and the armor on the woman was completely shattered, and her body also collapsed.

Then Mo Yang's figure flashed and disappeared, and the crowd below exclaimed continuously. Many cultivators looked up at the sky without listening, because they could not see the trajectory of Mo Yang's movement clearly, and even could not see the afterimage, it was too fast.

After a few breaths, the woman in the red skirt who was flying at high speed roared, and slapped her head fiercely, but the next moment, her body seemed to be bombarded by a terrifying force, and fell to the ground fiercely.

"Boom..."

The earth seemed to be shaking, and a large piece of smoke and dust was stirred up, and a big pit was smashed out of the ground.

At this time, everyone saw Mo Yang's figure. He stood in the air and stepped down with one foot. The void instantly collapsed, and a huge footprint suddenly stepped towards the big pit on the ground.

At this moment, the powerful ancient race hidden in the dark finally couldn't sit still anymore. A beam of light burst out from several miles away. It was a sword light, sweeping towards Mo Yang.

"Humph, I thought you didn't dare to make a move!" Mo Yang said coldly, raised his hand and slashed it diagonally, condensing a sword light to meet it.

"Boom boom..."

There was a deafening sound in the air, and Mo Yang's body was shaken back a few steps. Every step he took, the void would be crushed.

The red-dressed woman who was knocked to the ground took this opportunity to soar into the sky, wanting to leave the battlefield.

However, as soon as her body rushed out of the big pit, a golden seal fell from the air.

Bai Fan, who had been standing in the crowd without taking action, actually moved at this time. He took a step and came to the outside of the crowd. He saw him forming seals with both hands and once again cast a golden seal towards the red-dressed woman.

Mo Yang looked down and was a little surprised. The strong men from Taixu Mountain had been to the Buddhist sect before, so he thought Bai Fan would not take action.

"Leave her to me!" Bai Fan stood outside the crowd, looked at Mo Yang, and spoke calmly.

Mo Yang smiled, but did not say anything. He did not care about the woman in the red skirt anymore, but looked into the distance.

A few miles away, there was a figure standing in the air, wearing a black battle armor, and his face could not be seen. The battle armor seemed to have experienced many battles, and there were many traces of battles on it.

"You were the one who took action in secret before. Don't you think highly of your ancient race? Why do you dare to show up now?" Mo Yang stared at the figure and sneered.

"I thought the human race's geniuses were all a group of ants, but you are surprising!" The man said in a cold voice.

Then another voice came: "But today, when you come here, no matter how amazing the genius is, he will fall!"

After hearing this, the mockery on Mo Yang's face became more intense, and he said, "Are all of you ancient races so shameless? Didn't you say you were going to challenge the human race's genius? You're probably not far from death at this age, and you still have the nerve to intervene?"

Hearing Mo Yang's words, the crowd below also shouted angrily.

"Old thing, do you still have any shame in your ancient race? If you have the guts, let the genius of your Taixu Mountain come!"

"What a shameless old guy!" This sentence came from Er Gouzi's mouth, followed by a series of words that even Mo Yang couldn't understand, as if he was greeting the other party's eighteen generations of ancestors.

"I'm just an old servant of Taixu Mountain. The genius of my Taixu Mountain is unwilling to take action today, so I'll kill you!" The figure said as he walked forward step by step. He exuded a strange fluctuation all over his body, and with every step he took, his aura became more terrifying.

"The first level of the realm of the Tao..." Mo Yang carefully sensed and detected the other party's cultivation.

However, the black armor on the opponent seemed to be stronger, so it might not be that easy to break it.

On the other side, Bai Fan had already fought with the woman in the red skirt, and golden light appeared one after another. The woman in the red skirt was defeated again and again.