Ancient Gods

Mo Yang glanced at the two imperial texts with a hint of sarcasm. ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. .:**:.☆*.:｡.✿

For these ancient lands of the ancient races where emperor-level masters lurked, it was not surprising that the later generations of Tianjiao comprehended the imperial texts. However, the two imperial texts condensed by Wu Long at this time were the same, and from the aura emitted by the imperial texts, Wu Long's comprehension of the imperial texts was still shallow, and he had not yet touched the essence of the imperial texts.

This kind of method with only a form of form was not as powerful as the two imperial texts carved by Mo Yang.

So an extremely absurd and funny scene appeared immediately afterwards. Wu Long seemed to be extremely powerful. He condensed two imperial texts with his hands, which were on par with Mo Yang, but then, the two imperial texts only lasted for two breaths and then dimmed.

The two imperial texts of Mo Yang slowly rotated, exuding two completely opposite auras, and there seemed to be a destructive aura growing inside.

Wu Long couldn't help but change color when he saw this. The gap between the two was clear at a glance. He knew that his comprehension of the imperial texts was still shallow, but he never expected that the gap between him and Mo Yang would be so big.

Although the two imperial texts dissipated, Wu Long was not panicked. He had a battle armor made of the scales of the divine dragon on his body and a battle whip made of the bones of the divine dragon in his hand. He was confident that he would not be damaged.

And it was indeed as he expected. Although the two imperial texts echoed each other from a distance and the terrifying power was flowing, they were all separated by the dragon scale armor. The cold light on the dragon scale armor flowed, and there were dense patterns and spells looming.

"So what if you have a deep understanding of the imperial text? With these two imperial texts, you can't hurt me!" He sneered and swung the bone whip in his hand fiercely, sweeping it towards the imperial text above his head.

"Roar..."

At this time, it seemed like thunder exploded here, and a low dragon roar was heard. A huge dragon roar rose from the bone whip and violently hit the imperial text.

With a loud bang, the dragon shadow dissipated, and the imperial text was also broken, and the strands of patterns dimmed from mid-air.

Then he swung the bone whip again and whipped it downwards. The same scene, a dragon roar spread, although low, but very penetrating, as if it could directly shock people's hearts, accompanied by the huge dragon shadow swooping down, the second imperial text was also broken.

Mo Yang watched this scene silently, sighing in his heart. This dragon was extremely powerful when he was alive. After his death, his bones were sacrificed and refined, integrating many methods. The power of this bone whip was indeed terrifying. It could directly break the imperial text he had hit, which showed its power.

"Die!"

Before Mo Yang made a move, Wu Long couldn't wait. In fact, Wu Long was also very afraid and didn't dare to delay. Now, while he was in high spirits, he had to do his best to suppress Mo Yang in one go.

He was also worried about something going wrong. After all, he had witnessed the battle between Mo Yang and Gu Fei before, not to mention that Gu Fei's cultivation was a little stronger than his.

His figure flashed, like a ghost, and several figures suddenly appeared in the air. However, it was not an incarnation, but a wonderful body technique. The speed of several figures was also very fast, appearing and disappearing. At first, even Mo Yang couldn't help but frown slightly.

However, after he dispersed his divine sense for a moment, he directly locked onto Wu Long's true body.

"Your armor is unusual, and this bone whip is also very powerful. If I don't destroy these two treasures, I'm afraid I really can't kill you. But if these two treasures are destroyed, it would be a pity..." Mo Yang's brows relaxed and he spoke calmly.

He stood there, without moving, just saying this.

Several afterimages of Wu Long moved rapidly around his body, sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes bright, sometimes dark, but the main body was approaching him as if hidden in the void.

Mo Yang had already caught it, so he deliberately didn't make a move. Since Wu Long dared to get close to him with this kind of body movement, Mo Yang could only end this battle as soon as possible.

The Tianjiao of Chixu Ridge in the distance saw this scene and felt something was wrong, because he knew more about Mo Yang and knew how dangerous it was to fight with Mo Yang in close combat.

He couldn't help but yelled: "Wu Long, don't get close, retreat quickly!"

Because Mo Yang didn't move at all, this was too abnormal. Mo Yang provoked several ancient races and ancient lands. It seemed arrogant and ignorant, and he was seeking his own death. In fact, Mo Yang was more cunning than anyone else.

But his words were too late after all. As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yang raised his hand and made a stroke, and then a word popped out of Mo Yang's mouth: "Collect!"

As soon as the word fell, a crack in the void emerged, like a huge mouth suddenly covering it. It didn't go to Wu Long's afterimages, but forced Wu Long's real body out instantly.

Wu Long reacted very quickly. After realizing that something was wrong, he suddenly condensed his strength and poured it into the bone whip. He raised his hand and blasted the crack in the void, trying to break it.

But it was useless. At such a close distance, Mo Yang urged the Star Emperor Tower to collect him, and he had no choice.

As soon as the attack was launched, the huge mouth of the void fell, and then Wu Long's figure disappeared instantly, and the few residual images also disappeared in the night sky, leaving no trace.

After a few breaths, even Wu Long's breath disappeared completely.

Mo Yang stood silently in the same place, shook his head and sighed in boredom, saying: "You can be arrogant and conceited when fighting with me, but why do you want to get close to me? Getting close to me is stupid..."

This sentence seemed to be Mo Yang talking to himself, but it fell clearly into the ears of the genius of Chixu Ridge. His face was gloomy and cold, and it was also extremely ugly.

For geniuses like them, such words are a great humiliation.

It's just that he didn't speak at this time. He didn't expect that the three ancient geniuses would come together tonight, and in the blink of an eye, he would be the only one left standing here.

Gu Fei is dead, Oolong was taken away by Mo Yang, which is no different from his death, and he...

"I vaguely heard just now that your name is Chao Zuo?" When Chao Zuo was thinking, Mo Yang's voice came and his eyes fell on him.

Before he could respond, Mo Yang showed a trace of confusion and doubt, and then said: "Why not call you Chao You? Forget it, I will give you a name tonight, how about calling you Chao You?"

Mo Yang seemed serious, but Chao Zuo's face had turned the color of pig liver. He stared at Mo Yang, and he almost couldn't help but greet Mo Yang's eighteen generations of ancestors. He had never seen such a special code. Humiliating.

But he was still hesitating in his heart at this moment, thinking whether he should take action or retreat.

"You are very smart, not as stupid as the two of them, but you are still not smart enough. You could have lived longer, but you came here, so just stay!"

As soon as Mo Yang finished speaking, the figure had already arrived in front of Chao Zuo. His speed was much faster than before, causing Chao Zuo's expression to change immediately.