Ancient Gods

Chao Zuo's face suddenly changed, and he quickly pulled back and distanced himself from Mo Yang.

The scene of Wu Long being taken away just now has been lingering in his mind. Facing such means, if he is hit, his ending will be no different from Wu Long.

At this time, Mo Yang suddenly frowned, and then looked into the distance. There seemed to be movement there, and he felt a breath approaching.

Mo Yang was not surprised by this situation. Several ancient races issued a kill order, and the number of ancient race strongmen who wanted to kill him would increase, one after another. This was a situation he had expected to happen.

"It's better to get rid of this Chao You as soon as possible. That breath is not weak, it's not suitable to fight head-on..."

Mo Yang silently calculated in his heart, and the plan was made in a blink of an eye. Then the look he looked at Chao Zuo was instantly different, and the killing light in his eyes suddenly became strong. At this time, the breath on Mo Yang's body also suddenly soared.

The Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons were activated in an instant, and the Soul Sacrifice Technique was also triggered at the same time.

Since these so-called ancient races’ royal family prodigies have come, it is best to kill them. Now that several ancient races’ ancient lands have issued a kill order, it is a win to kill one more. Mo Yang has no worries at all.

Chao Zuo has realized that it is not good at this time. In the previous two battles, the two royal family prodigies failed one after another. He thought that the two battles would consume most of Mo Yang’s combat power, but at this time, Mo Yang’s state is even stronger than before, and from the momentum and the breath he exudes, this is not just a little bit stronger.

Obviously, Mo Yang did not use his full strength before!

He did not expect that when he faced him, he would face Mo Yang in his strongest state.

Chao Zuo’s expression was solemn. He also felt the breath coming from afar. It must be the other ancient race strongmen who were chasing Mo Yang. This made him feel a lot more relaxed. As long as he delayed it and waited for the second batch of strongmen to come, he would not have to face Mo Yang alone.

But Mo Yang had already had a strong desire to kill him, Chao Zuo did not intend to fight with Mo Yang head-on. He used the Chixuling body movement to the extreme and retreated all the way.

However, after flying back more than a hundred feet, his body suddenly hit a barrier. In fact, it was not a barrier, but a barrier formed by the power of space, blocking his way.

"How come you, the proud man of Chixuling, are you planning to escape without taking action?" Mo Yang's sneer almost came to Chao Zuo's ear, making Chao Zuo shudder all over.

Their Chixuling body movement is also extremely magical. Logically speaking, although there are many wonderful body movements in the world, there are strong and weak ones, but the gap between the truly strongest body movements will be there, but it will not be too big. However, this is completely different in Mo Yang.

In Chao Zuo's opinion, Mo Yang's body movement seems to be a little too terrifying. The speed alone is far beyond his, and the key is that Mo Yang has also dabbled in space Taoism.

"Since you want to fight to the death, let's fight!"

Chao Zuo was shocked and angry at this time. His whole body was running, and his whole body seemed to be glowing. The strong true energy emanated from his body, covering his whole body, and a strong wave emanated from him.

Now he had no choice. The retreat was blocked, because there were space barriers condensed all around. If he wanted to escape directly, he had no chance.

In such a situation, if he didn't fight desperately, he would really die.

Mo Yang's figure emerged not far away, and he said coldly: "It's not a fight to the death, just kill you!"

"You..."

Chao Zuo's face was ashen. No one had ever dared to mock him like this before, but when he came here today, Mo Yang's words were like a knife piercing his heart, making him a little unstable.

"Boom..."

With a loud bang, the two had already started, and the war broke out instantly.

At the same time, on a green hill more than 30 miles away from the battlefield, a figure in white stood silently. She witnessed the battle between the three ancient races and Mo Yang.

Although she was a little surprised by the result, she was not shocked. After all, the Yuan clan's prodigies were not weaker than these ancient races. Mo Yang could kill Yuan Xiao and capture her alive, so he could naturally kill these people.

During this period, she heard a lot about the ancient races. She couldn't figure out how Mo Yang offended several of the ancient races with unfathomable strength and foundation at the same time?

What kind of confidence supported Mo Yang? He could have left this continent, but he stayed here fearlessly...

Because any normal cultivator would choose to retreat in this situation, and Mo Yang could have left Xuantian Continent and went to the ancient secret realm or the wasteland. Why didn't Mo Yang leave?

On the battlefield, the battle was extremely fierce. Although the Chixuling Tianjiao named Chao Zuo seemed to be the most reluctant to fight with Mo Yang, when it really came to a head-on confrontation, his fighting power was the strongest among the three Tianjiao tonight.

Apart from other things, his physique alone was far superior to the other two royal Tianjiaos.

Moreover, Chao Zuo's means were extremely well prepared. Although Mo Yang had already made a full effort, he was almost crushed by Chao Zuo's several killer maces, and even his soul power was almost damaged.

"Boom..."

Chao Zuo looked at the war sword that was smashed by Mo Yang. There was no pain in his eyes, but his expression became more and more gloomy.

He raised his hand and waved it, and a snow-white war ruler emerged, which instantly swelled up in the wind and became hundreds of times larger. Even the barrier condensed by the power of space was trembling, as if it was about to be directly opened by the war ruler.

Mo Yang's body suddenly stopped, he took a deep breath, and looked up at the snow-white war ruler in the sky. The aura was not right.

Although it was refined into the appearance of a war ruler, it actually seemed to be a piece of bones, and it was definitely not the bones of an ordinary cultivator, because it actually revealed a peerless aura.

"A treasure refined from the bones of an emperor-level strongman..." Mo Yang looked solemn. Although these things were very powerful, he had no interest in them. Otherwise, if such a treasure could be taken away, it might become a killer at a critical moment.

"You are really well prepared!" Mo Yang looked at Chao Zuo coldly.

Tonight, Chao Zuo made him suffer a lot, which was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Chao Zuo stared at Mo Yang with a gloomy expression, as if suppressing endless anger. The murderous intent in his eyes was surging. He said sternly: "How can I kill you without sufficient preparation!"

"Boom..."

After a few words, the battle broke out again. Chao Zuo moved his hands and poured all his strength into the war ruler. The white war ruler suddenly swelled again under the infusion of true energy. The several space force barriers that Mo Yang had previously created broke open after violent tremors.