Ancient Gods

Duan Chenxiang's face was extremely gloomy. He stared at Mo Yang. In terms of physical strength, Mo Yang was not weaker than him. If he fought in close combat, he would not be able to gain any advantage in a short time.

He felt a little regretful at this moment. He knew that Mo Yang was different from ordinary geniuses and was extremely difficult to deal with, but he was still too careless at the beginning.

If he avoided the strange killing formation on the chessboard, he would not be so restrained.

"If there is no chessboard, it would be easier for me to kill you than to crush an ant!" Duan Chenxiang seemed to be angry, staring at Mo Yang and said this coldly.

Although he was angry, he did not continue to attack.

This made the people watching from a distance talk about it. Although Duan Chenxiang was not injured in this chessboard formation, it can be seen that he seemed a little powerless.

Seeing this scene, the Taoist Saint sighed, feeling inexplicably in her heart. A genius at the peak of the Great Saint Realm was actually in a dilemma when facing Mo Yang. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, even if she knew a lot about Mo Yang, she would not have believed it.

She knew that Mo Yang's cultivation had already reached the Great Saint Realm, but she didn't expect him to be so strong.

As for Mo Yang's physique, she didn't feel any surprise. After all, Mo Yang had the blood of the ancient gods and was a descendant of the ancient gods. Naturally, he was not comparable to ordinary cultivators.

She was also thinking that if Mo Yang returned to Xuantian Continent one day, I'm afraid the older generation of cultivators would have to be in awe of him.

Even except for the strongest Taoist sects like the Ye Family and the Buddhist Sect, I'm afraid no force dared to be an enemy of Mo Yang.

Zhao Xiaoxiao was stunned there, shocked by Mo Yang's fighting power again and again. Now she is gradually numb. From the first time she met Mo Yang to now, Mo Yang's fighting power is an unsolvable mystery to her.

When meeting ordinary cultivators, Mo Yang was the same, and when meeting the strongest genius, he was still the same.

And many cultivators around were still discussing what Duan Chenxiang had just said, and were discussing the so-called Tiandao Sect.

This was originally a force that Mo Yang had made up, but he never expected that there happened to be a force called Tiandao Sect in the Wilderness.

That's why there were those rumors in the Wilderness before, saying that Tiandao Sect seemed to have seen the light of day again and there were geniuses walking in the Wilderness.

Zhao Xiaoxiao was suspicious and whispered to the Taoist Saint: "Sister, are you really from Tiandao Sect?"

Because she also knew that a genius like Mo Yang could not be unknown. Logically, he had already become famous, such as Duan Chenxiang, Xu Qing, and Murong Xue.

But Mo Yang had never appeared before, so his identity was naturally questionable.

The Taoist Saint silently glanced at Mo Yang, then retracted her gaze and looked at Zhao Xiaoxiao. After a moment of silence, she said, "If he doesn't want to say it, his identity will always be a mystery to the world!"

The Taoist Saint said this because they were not from the Wilderness at all. As long as Mo Yang didn't say it and she didn't say it, no one would ever think that they were from Xuantian Continent.

Zhao Xiaoxiao was puzzled after hearing this, but she saw that the Taoist Saint had turned her head away and seemed unwilling to say more. She frowned and thought for a moment, but didn't ask any more questions.

On the other side, the battle between Duan Chenxiang and Mo Yang started again. Duan Chenxiang seemed unwilling to retreat like this, and urged all his strength to attack.

Too many cultivators in Locking Dragon City gathered here today. If he retreated, I'm afraid many cultivators would laugh at him. Not only him, but even the entire Duan family would be a laughing stock.

At this time, his hair was flying wildly, and he took out a great sage-level sword, opening and closing it, as if he wanted to blast the formation directly.

Mo Yang sat down again in front of the ancient chessboard, and chess pieces fell to various places on the chessboard. The killing methods in the formation kept changing. Not only did the killing light appear out of thin air, but even an incarnation of Mo Yang appeared, rushing up and fighting fiercely with Duan Chenxiang.

There were bursts of exclamations around the battlefield, because the clone was not a real clone, but a phantom from the killing formation. The means were sharp. Although it was just a phantom formed by the power of the chessboard, it could also burst out extremely terrifying power.

Mo Yang himself was also very surprised. He had forced out a string of blood beads to merge into the chessboard in succession before, hoping to increase the power of those killing lights, but he didn't expect that an incarnation would condense.

"Puff..."

After more than ten rounds, Duan Chenxiang roared, and his chest was directly pierced by the phantom, and bright red blood fell down one after another.

However, the phantom was also shattered by his punch, turning into a ray of blood-colored light and dissipating.

Mo Yang sighed lightly. After making continuous moves, he gradually felt a little powerless. Although the consumption of activating the ancient chessboard has been reduced a lot now, it is still difficult for him to bear it for a long time.

If he continues to consume like this, it will be too much for him.

"Open!"

He moved both hands at the same time, and the black and white pieces on the chessboard moved quickly, and the atmosphere in the killing array changed instantly.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers couldn't help holding their breath, and they all instinctively felt that Mo Yang was going to use his trump card, because the movement was really big.

Duan Chenxiang also fixed his eyes, stopped his body, and kept scanning the surroundings.

But at this moment, a light portal suddenly emerged, swallowing Duan Chenxiang like a devil's mouth.

"What on earth is that thing? Could it be that he wants to exile Duan Chenxiang somewhere?" Some cultivators couldn't help but exclaimed.

"This portal came so strangely, I'm afraid it is connected to an extremely dangerous place. If Duan Chenxiang is covered in it, he will probably be in big trouble!"

...

Many cultivators spoke up at this time, because the portal came a little strangely, and it looked like the entrance to some secret realm.

For a moment, even Duan Chenxiang's face changed, and his body quickly avoided it. After just a few flashes, he was still covered by the portal, and then the light portal closed in an instant.

And it was not only the portal that disappeared, but also Duan Chenxiang completely disappeared in the killing array.

Mo Yang stood up at this time, raised his hand and made a stroke, and the light portal that had just disappeared reappeared. He turned back and looked at Zhao Xiaoxiao and the Taoist Saint. The two were stunned for a moment, and then they suddenly realized and rushed towards the portal.

What happened just now was not some powerful means, but the entrance to the teleportation array. Duan Chenxiang was sent away by Mo Yang inexplicably.

Mo Yang did this, obviously not wanting to continue.

Amidst countless surprised gazes, Mo Yang, Zhao Xiaoxiao, and the Taoist Saintess all walked into the door one after another, and then the door closed.

As Mo Yang left, the killing array dissipated out of thin air.