Ancient Gods

The strong men in Taixu Mountain knew very well that Mo Yang had the Imperial Pagoda on his body, and the silver-haired woman also deliberately kept a distance from Mo Yang.

Therefore, Mo Yang operated the Xingzi Scroll to the extreme and was able to barely deal with the silver-haired woman without falling behind in speed, but he did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

Not only did he use the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons technique, but he also activated the Soul Sacrifice Technique, raising his own power to its current peak.

His cultivation has now reached the second level of the Taoist Realm. With the blessing of the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons and the Soul Sacrifice Technique, his methods are enough to compete with the strong men at the peak of the Taoist Realm.

Even if he exists in the early stage of the Immortal Realm, he can survive a few moves.

But even so, every attack made by the silver-haired woman made his hair stand on end. He narrowly avoided it several times, and the cold murderous intention penetrated into his body, causing cold sweat to break out on his back.

And this was when Mo Yang used the Dragon Locking Pillar to resist the attack.

He sighed a little in his heart, it was really a miracle that Er Gouzi could survive from this silver-haired woman.

Of course, he wasn't worried about his own safety.

Even if the Star King Tower cannot be used now, even if the Dragon Locking Formation cannot be deployed, he still has the emperor-level armor. If he can find a chance, the blood-stained emperor's shroud will become this silver-haired woman's nightmare.

At this time, Mo Yang seemed to be in a calm state, but in fact, he was filled with murderous intent. However, the disparity in strength between the two sides meant that he had to be extremely cautious.

"boom……"

Mo Yang knocked out the ninth dragon-locking pillar, and the silver-haired woman was thrown away by the terrifying impact. After she stabilized her body, her towering chest was rising and falling violently, and one arm looked like cracked porcelain. It was the same, with wounds everywhere, full of blood, and almost shattered.

And Mo Yang was even more surprised. This silver-haired woman was the craziest ancient race he had ever seen. The other party clearly saw that this dragon-locking pillar was extraordinary, but just now she raised her hand and shook it hard.

The silver-haired woman stood there, watching the ninth stone pillar fall to the ground, then there was a trace of ridicule on her face, her eyes swept over the messy stone pillars, and she said to Mo Yang: "Are you setting up a formation? "

When Mo Yang heard this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He had been deliberately restrained and tried his best to avoid exposing any flaws, but unexpectedly, he was still noticed by the other party.

Although the opponent is still between the dragon-locking pillars at this time, the key is that the dragon-locking formation has not been activated yet. Now as long as the opponent withdraws from that area, the dragon-locking formation will be completely useless.

However, the silver-haired woman did not leave directly. She just raised her hand and shook it. The wound on her arm was healing rapidly, and after a while, the entire arm was completely restored.

She lowered her head and silently looked at the dragon-locking pillars, and sneered: "The Dao patterns on them are good. I wonder if a few of these stone pillars are missing, can this formation still be arranged?"

Murderous intent was flowing in Mo Yang's eyes. She was really a crazy woman. Now she was planning to lock Long Zhu. It was no wonder that she had been eyeing Er Gouzi's calligraphy scroll before.

"You can try it!"

Mo Yang said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver-haired woman responded with action. She suddenly raised her hand to take away a few dragon-locking pillars.

The Dao pattern on the dragon-locking pillar was not activated at this time. If the silver-haired woman wanted to take it away, it would not be impossible.

Mo Yang's face changed slightly, and he suddenly moved his hand, urging the scroll to rush towards the silver-haired woman. He moved his hands, preparing to type two imperial inscriptions.

But when she was more than ten meters away from the silver-haired woman, she suddenly stopped her hand. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Mo Yang, with a strange sneer on her red lips, and said: "You are the one waiting!"

"boom……"

She raised her hand a little, and a black light shot out instantly, making Mo Yang's expression change drastically.

It was a sword the size of a palm, but the aura it gave off was extremely terrifying, making the hairs on Mo Yang's body stand on end.

At this time, he had no time to think too much, and his body instantly escaped into the Star Emperor Tower, but he did not dare to stay. The moment he entered the Star Emperor Tower, he escaped again.

Because the speed was too fast, the black light seemed to pass through Mo Yang's body. In fact, it did not hurt Mo Yang. What it penetrated was just an afterimage.

There was a look of surprise in the silver-haired woman's eyes, and then she raised her hand and swiped, and the black light suddenly turned around and stabbed Mo Yang again.

Mo Yang stepped on the scroll and retreated quickly, activating the power of space at the same time. However, after a few flashes, the palm-sized black sword pierced the space barrier he had condensed, and then swept it from his shoulder in an instant. Pass.

Mo Yang only felt a chill on his shoulders, and one of his arms was instantly cut off. Golden battle blood surged out like a spring and spurted out several feet away.

Then a burst of severe pain swept through his whole body instantly, but at this moment, Mo Yang had no time to think too much, and his body quickly moved sideways, narrowly avoiding the returning black light.

The silver-haired woman stood there with a look of ridicule on her face. With a slight stroke of her white finger, the palm-sized black sword flew back to her fingertips.

After Mo Yang avoided it, he immediately activated the Holy Script Scroll, but the wound carried a strange power, and even activating the Holy Script Scroll could not directly connect the arm.

Fortunately, after two breaths, the strange force that invaded the wound seemed to dissipate, golden blood flowed, and the arm and shoulder finally healed together.

Mo Yang knew without guessing that this must be the silver-haired woman's natal soldier. Although it was only the size of a palm, it was extremely strange and extremely sharp, and it actually broke through the space barrier he had condensed.

If there wasn't that space barrier to stop it, the consequences would be disastrous.

Now it seems that this silver-haired woman is far more terrifying than other powerful royals. Her methods and crazy energy are far beyond the reach of other powerful men.

However, despite this, the more murderous Mo Yang wants to kill, the more he must not let this silver-haired woman leave alive, otherwise it will definitely bring him great trouble.

Mo Yang has been looking for an opportunity to sacrifice the emperor's shroud, but he has not found the opportunity yet.

Seeing Mo Yang's arm healed and the bloody fluctuations emanating from his body, the silver-haired woman showed an extremely charming smile on her face.

At this time, she actually twisted her plump body that was enough to drive countless men crazy, and chuckled: "You are worthy of the blood of the ancient gods. You have such a strong blood. If you erase your consciousness and keep your instincts, you should be a good man!"

"If you can pass on the blood of the ancient gods... hehe, how strong it would be..."

The words of the silver-haired woman made Mo Yang's back shiver.

Although this silver-haired woman has an enchantingly beautiful face and a voluptuous and enchanting body, I'm afraid that anyone with any sense would stay away from her.

"Old witch, you are worthy!" Mo Yang said angrily.