Ancient Gods

Instantly, the surroundings were silent, and the two strong men from the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons were stunned.

The scene before them made them unbelievable. A human cultivator could break the Dharma image of heaven and earth with a casual sword. You know, it is not just the power.

Especially the old man who evolved the Dharma image, his face was pale at this time. Although he did not speak, he still stood there, but his body was trembling. The sword of the sword saint just now brought him more than just shock, because the Dharma image was broken by a sword, and the sword seemed to be chopped on him.

On the surface, the old man seemed to be unscathed, but in fact he was already injured.

They had been alert just now, knowing that the human sword cultivator in front of them seemed to be not simple, but now they really understood that this was more than simple.

After the sword saint slashed a sword, he seemed to have become a different person. He stood there, holding the sword in one hand, and a sword intent emanated from his body. At first glance, he looked like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and even his eyes seemed to be condensed by sword energy.

"Let's attack together, this human race..." The other old man looked solemn and spoke in a deep voice.

Then the two peak masters of the Creation Realm attacked together, and they directly activated their strongest power. The old man who had just evolved the Dharma of Heaven and Earth suddenly raised his hand to cast an ancient formation, and the battle flags made of bones rushed towards the Sword Saint, trapping the Sword Saint in the blink of an eye.

And the other old man flipped his palm, and an ancient sword emerged.

They were all old antiques who had lived for countless years, and they were all afraid of capsizing in the gutter, because the human sword cultivator in front of them gave them a very dangerous feeling.

However, the Sword Saint was still terrifyingly calm. He stood in place, surrounded by the battle flags of bones, just looked around silently, and then raised the sword to sweep across.

It was also a move that couldn't be simpler, but with just one sword sweep, a sword light seemed to draw a circle with him as the center, and all the white bone battle flags were cut in half...

The entire formation had not even evolved completely, and it was broken in an instant.

"The ancients once said that one force can break all laws, and now I am a sword cultivator, and all laws can be broken with one sword!"

The faint words entered the ears of the two old men, like thunder in the sky, making their ears buzz.

Moreover, this seemingly plain sentence revealed an indescribable confidence and an invincible fighting spirit.

"You are just an unknown person, who gave you the courage to be arrogant in front of us!" The old man holding the ancient sword shouted fiercely, he knew very well in his heart that if they were suppressed by the other party in momentum, they would really be finished today.

Just this sentence made the sword master, who had always been calm, laugh. A rare wild look appeared on his face, his long hair fluttered, and then he laughed and said: "It only takes one sword to kill you!"

The aura on his body seemed to be sublimating, and he was much stronger than the previous moment. If he was a sword before, then now he was showing his sharp edge.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and swung a sword at the two old men.

The sword was like a wave of water. The old man holding the ancient sword shouted coldly, and suddenly poured all his power into the ancient sword in his hand, and then suddenly slashed forward with a sword.

The other old man's Dharma image was broken first, and then the formation was also destroyed by a sword. His mind was already seriously damaged, but he still did not dare to be careless at this time. He also urged the skills and slapped out several powerful palm powers with both hands.

There was no horrible collision sound. From a distance, the sword light slashed out by the Sword Saint was like a rushing river sweeping through the air, destroying everything in its path without stopping.

The sword light swept through, the void collapsed, and the figures of the two old men disappeared. Only the blood light scattered by the impact proved that the two old men had existed.

The Sword Saint's eyes were very calm. Although his temperament had changed drastically, there was no extra ripple on his face. He swung out a sword and then sheathed it.

He didn't even look at it for a second, and turned around and left. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared in the sky.

If the large number of ancient races chasing Mo Yang had not left the Southern Wilderness and rushed to the Eastern Region, the battle here would definitely be known to many people, but unfortunately no one saw it.

At the border of the Eastern Region, Feng Rukong turned around and went to the Eastern Region alone, with corpses of ancient races behind him.

...

Not only in the Southern Wilderness, the Eastern Region, but also in the Central Region, outside the fog, an old man came today. He sat cross-legged outside the fog alone, facing the direction of the fog.

This old man also has a name in Xuantian Continent. Ordinary people may know nothing about him, but in the cultivation world, he is an extremely mysterious existence. No one knows how strong he is, and no one knows how many years he has lived. People only know that he is called the God of Calculation!

At this time, the fog was turbulent, and a figure emerged first. Looking at the human old man sitting cross-legged outside the fog, the powerful ancient race who appeared seemed a little surprised, and seemed to have a touch of sarcasm, saying: "Interesting, I didn't expect that there is a bigger ant on this land!"

The God of Calculation slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to be turbid. A breeze swept over, and he slowly stood up, his face full of wrinkles full of vicissitudes of life.

"Before the catastrophe of heaven and earth, all living things in the world are ants, just like you and me!"

The divine fortune teller spoke calmly, and the whole person looked like an ordinary old man, without a strong aura or fluctuations, but with an indescribable simplicity.

As soon as the words fell, the turbulent fog was turbulent, and two more old men appeared one after another. They did not completely get out of the fog, and their bodies were looming in the fog.

"Who will stay and kill him!"

It is unknown which of the ancient race’s strong men spoke, and then the other two figures seemed to leave, and the figures flashed and led back into the mist.

But the divine fortune teller made a move at this time. He gently raised his hands and then put them together.

It was such a simple action, but the world suddenly trembled. In an instant, it seemed that an invisible wall appeared between the world. The two strong men who had already flashed away were actually shaken out directly, and their figures reappeared.

"He is not enough, he can't kill me!"

The divine fortune teller sighed lightly and uttered this sentence calmly.

He looked the same as before, but the three ancient race strong men in front of him all changed their faces. At this time, the three eyes fell on the divine fortune teller, staring at him.

"You actually already..."

One of the strong men seemed to see something, and the shock in his eyes became stronger, but he just said half of the words, and he shook his head slightly, feeling that what he saw seemed wrong, and the doubt on his face became stronger.

The fortune teller's face was full of wrinkles, calm and composed, with his hands clasped in front of his chest. He looked as ordinary as possible, but it was obviously not the case.