Ancient Gods

Mo Yang is now completely different from before. He used to have some concerns in his heart. He would avoid the ancient race if he could, but this time, he did not consider his own fate at all.

It was not that Mo Yang did not want to retreat, but that he had no way to retreat.

His means were extremely fierce. Now he attacked without mercy. With one blow, the old man's body was crushed, and the originally powerful soul was directly crushed by the power of space.

Not far away, the strong men of the ancient race watched this scene, and no one could remain calm.

Although Mo Yang's appearance had changed at this time, feeling the strong spatial fluctuations, Mo Yang's identity was obviously exposed. Many ancient races had guessed Mo Yang's identity.

It was because they guessed Mo Yang's identity that they were shocked.

This human prodigy in front of him left too many rumors on the Xuantian Continent. He had previously entered the fog and reached Taixu Mountain, where a war broke out and turned Taixu Mountain into a ruin, but now he was so crazy that he directly blocked the fog and killed the ancient race.

Mo Yang is not only crazy now, but also so powerful that it is terrifying. He just raised his hand, and the strong man from Chaos Dragon Pool was wiped out like this, without even a chance to resist.

Originally, several strong men from the ancient land of the ancient race wanted to scold Mo Yang, and some even wanted to take action, but seeing this scene, the words on their lips were forcibly held back.

There were no strong men in the realm of creation present. Facing this genius in front of him, anyone who went up would probably be killed.

Mo Yang stopped his hand and stood. He didn't even look at the dazzling blood light for a second, as if it was as insignificant as crushing an ant.

And his indifferent eyes swept over the strong men of the ancient race, and then his eyes fell on a young man.

"You are also from Chaos Dragon Pool..."

As soon as Mo Yang opened his mouth, the young man's face suddenly changed, and then he suddenly dodged and rushed directly into the fog.

The young man's purpose was simple. He rushed into the mist before Mo Yang made his move, so that he could escape. However, he had just moved forward a short distance when his body suddenly stopped.

Because a terrifying force suddenly pressed down from the sky, like countless giant peaks pressing down on him, directly fixing his body in place.

Mo Yang looked indifferent, then raised his hand slightly, and the power of space rolled up, lifting the young man directly into the air.

"Since I want to kill you, struggling is futile!"

Mo Yang's indifferent voice spread all around. As soon as he said this, as Mo Yang's palm fell, the sky was turbulent, and even the mysterious mist behind him was stirred up.

The young man seemed to have turned into countless pieces in the air. He didn't even scream. His body was instantly shattered, and then he was swallowed by the cracks in the void that emerged one after another, and not even a drop of blood was spilled.

Mo Yang attacked the strong man of Chaos Dragon Pool because of the previous injury of the four-legged dragon.

At this time, the scene was dead silent. Although there were many ancient races falling in the distance, no one dared to speak easily when seeing the amazing scene in the air.

Mo Yang's eyes swept across their faces one by one. There were two old men who were afraid that Mo Yang would attack them, and they didn't even have the courage to look at Mo Yang. When Mo Yang's eyes swept over them, even his body trembled a little.

Who wouldn't be afraid in front of death?

But Mo Yang didn't do it again. He glanced and didn't sense the breath of the strong men in Chixu Ridge and Chaos Dragon Pool.

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Although he was going to fight the ancient race to the end, it would not be good for him if he directly offended the ancient lands of various ancient races.

The confrontation naturally needs to be gradual. After all, he is just one person. It is already his limit to use Chixu Ridge and Chaos Dragon Pool to attack.

After doing all this, Mo Yang looked back at the fog. Although he couldn't see anything, it seemed as if there were pairs of cold eyes staring at him.

"Hmph!"

Leaving behind a cold snort, Mo Yang's figure flashed and disappeared directly from the sight of the ancient race strongmen.

Until Mo Yang left for a long time, the ancient race strongmen still stood in place, not daring to move, for fear that the human madman would suddenly jump out again.

I don't know how long it took before an old man spoke in a deep voice: "The power of space... He is the human race's genius Mo Yang, who has mastered the space Taoism and obtained many extraordinary inheritances. Now he is openly attacking Chaos Dragon Pool and Chixu Ridge. We should also be careful."

Then all the ancient race strongmen dispersed and all flashed into the fog. When something like this happened, they naturally had to send the news back to their own ancient land of the ancient race as soon as possible.

On the other side, Mo Yang flew in front of a city and then walked in slowly.

At this time, the feeling of being spied on had dissipated, and tonight he made several moves, but the tower soul did not move at all, which seemed to be a little different from the past.

On the second day, the news spread like a hurricane in the Central Region.

The strong men from Chixu Ridge and Chaos Dragon Pool seemed to have disappeared overnight in the Central Region. Mo Yang walked through several cities in a row and did not sense the breath of the strong men from these two ancient lands.

Not only the strong men from the ancient lands of these two ancient races, but also the strong men from other ancient lands have been reduced by more than half. The Central Region seemed to have calmed down overnight.

"The calm before the storm, should I send strong men to kill me?" Mo Yang whispered to himself.

He knew very well that none of these ancient lands of the ancient races were easy to deal with. Even now, there were many strong people who could threaten him in any of the ancient lands of the ancient races.

The calm was only short-lived. When there was any movement in Chixu Ridge and Chaos Dragon Pool, it must be a thunderbolt against him.

On the third day, Mo Yang left the Central Region and opened the teleportation array to descend to the Eastern Region.

That evening, in Luoyang City, a roar shook the four directions. Everyone looked up and saw a young man from the ancient race being caught in the air by a big hand of light, and then his body was crushed.

Then, a woman from the ancient race soared into the sky, as if she wanted to escape, but was slapped to pieces by the big hand of light.

The terrified screams accompanied by the sad and dazzling blood light burst out, shocking everyone.

This time, Mo Yang did not hide his appearance and showed his true appearance. He glanced at Luoyang City below and then left with his hands behind his back.

"Mo Yang, am I seeing things? I heard that many ancient race masters were killed in the Central Region a few days ago. Could it be that Mo Yang killed them?" A human cultivator exclaimed.

Mo Yang had disappeared from the cultivation world for a long time. Even in the past few years, few people had seen him. Now he appeared in Luoyang City and killed two ancient race prodigies with a wave of his hand. Those two ancient races seemed to be from Chixu Ridge.