Shang Ming and Mo Yan roared at the same time. One of them wielded the starlight, and the other controlled the shadow god. They rushed into the chaotic crowd and started killing.
"You must retreat quickly, or we will kill them all!" Shang Ming said coldly.
While he was speaking, he did not stop. Between opening and closing, lives were ruthlessly harvested by him.
"Despicable!"
Many monks looked ferocious and roared, and space storms were moving among them. Therefore, these people were running away randomly, almost allowing the two powerful men to slaughter them.
They are not weak, their minds are quite flexible, and they can figure out some things with a little thought.
This is a conspiracy.
Shang Ming and Mo Yan took advantage of their unpreparedness, triggered a spatial storm, and caught them off guard, in order to force these monks to retreat and not allow them to disturb their fight for the throne.
The two of them seemed to be fighting fiercely before, but in fact they didn't put in much effort, they were just pretending.
After all, Bai Daoxuan and the woman in white are still watching with eagerness. They don't want to fight to the death and end up taking advantage of others.
"Life is still very beautiful, why don't you know how to cherish it?" Mo Yan said with a smile.
He struck without mercy, killing at least dozens of strong men at this moment. The blood flowed all over the ground, turning into a torrent of blood, and it was unknown where it flowed.
"Fuck your life, you are powerful but you ignore life. Even if you are a genius, you will definitely die a bad death in the near future!"
A monk's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes and he roared a curse. Then he was unable to resist and was torn into pieces by the space storm.
"enough!"
After a long silence, Bai Daoxuan spoke calmly, but there was no room for doubt. He suddenly punched out his fists, bursting out a blazing light, blocking the attacks of Shang Ming and Mo Yan.
"There are some things you are not qualified to touch, so don't expect anything. If you step on the sacred path, you still have a chance of survival. If you are obsessed with the throne, you will only bring about your own destruction."
Ignoring the sharp gazes of the two great geniuses, he turned to the remaining monks and told them to retreat.
"let's go."
The atmosphere was dull for a moment. Some monks were thoughtful, and then quickly moved away. They had clearly seen the current situation. The plans they had discussed earlier were just jokes.
Because the gap between him and Tianjiao is too big, if he really does that and plans to reap the benefits, he will definitely die miserably.
In the end, 90% of the monks chose to embark on the sacred path, leaving only a few hundred people who did not leave.
They have no intention of getting involved in the throne, they just don't want to miss the next battle. Their eyes are flashing with fanaticism, and they are all true cultivators.
For these people, the few geniuses didn't care, they stared at each other, their swords were drawn, their auras were trembling, and they were about to explode at any time.
"Let's go, sit on the throne and see the beauty of this place."
It was Mo Yan who started the process. He laughed, took strange steps, and walked towards the top of the altar, repeating his previous slogan to ascend to the throne.
Boom.
Bai Dao
This punch was extraordinary. The will to kill was lingering, all gathered in the palm of the hand. A random swing caused the void to roar, and the clanging sound was endless, as if thousands of swords were unsheathed.
Mo Yan was still in the air, the smile on his face frozen, full of solemnity.
He couldn't help but stop, his hands suddenly pressed down, and phantoms emerged, roaring, sealing off the world.
These phantoms have different shapes, and they are not all his true form. There are also some phantoms of ferocious beasts and spiritual beasts appearing at this moment, and their auras are very similar and lifelike.
Roar!
A ten-meter-tall colorful tiger looked up to the sky and roared, with a majestic aura, stepping in the void, approaching Bai Daoxuan extremely quickly, and a pair of tiger claws fell down boldly.
It was just a shadow, and when it was knocked down with one claw, it caused the void to turn upside down, and the sound of ripping silk came from the space, which was very harsh.
puff……!
No matter how powerful it was, it was just a phantom. Bai Daoxuan blasted it to pieces with ease. His body was like an eagle, striking straight into the sky and approaching Mo Yan at the fastest speed.
Clang!
The long sword sound lingered, making Mo Yan's heart feel a little heavier. He was very fast and his fighting method was strange, but when faced with this punch, he felt that he could not avoid it.
"If you can't hide, then there's no need to hide anymore."
In an instant, his eyes became firm. He was worthy of being a genius of the human race. His mentality alone was extraordinary. He was not afraid in the face of danger and acted calmly.
"The shadow is like the body, and the body is like a dragon!"
He was dressed in cloth, his eyes were cold, and a shadow suddenly appeared behind him.
hold head high……!
A dragon roar shocked everyone. The shadow was squirming and lengthening, and finally settled into the shadow of a divine dragon. Between the opening and closing of the dragon's eyes, there was actually a faint trace of golden dragon energy manifested.
"Incredible, even the shadow of a divine dragon can be imitated, and it contains dragon energy!"
The hundreds of monks left behind were in turmoil, and no one was not shocked, because the dragon was so extraordinary and had not appeared since ancient times.
Although he only appeared for a short time, he became the spiritual support of all spiritual beasts. According to legend, many mythical beasts follow him.
"In the Holy Land of Northern Xinjiang, a super strong man will be born in the near future."
Some people have made such an inference and are very confident in their inference.
Because Mo Yan is so powerful, his "Shadow God" is self-created and can simulate the auras of almost all races in the world and inherit some of the combat talents of that race.
"Who can win?"
Many monks were looking forward to it very much. Even though it was very difficult to bear the dragon energy, they resisted and did not move at all, for fear of missing this eye-catching battle.
hold head high……!
boom……!
The dragon's roar and the roar caused by the air being compressed mixed into a loud noise that shook the sky, and the void cracked with ferocious traces.
In the pain and expectation of many monks, Bai Daoxuan's murderous will condensed into a divine fist and collided with the phantom of the divine dragon.
Poof!
After a short stalemate, the divine fist formed by the will to kill collapsed and was defeated by the shadow of the divine dragon. The body was blown away by it and smashed at the foot of the altar.
"That boy was defeated?"
There was silence for a moment, and then someone asked uncertainly. They looked at the foot of the altar, and their thoughts were very vivid. Maybe the young man had been defeated by Mo Yan!
"It's really vulnerable."
Even Shang Ming frowned, thinking that Bai Daoxuan had been defeated at the hands of Phantom Mo Yan, who was not known for his fighting prowess.
If there was anyone here who had different ideas, it was the woman in white. There was an inexplicable brilliance in her eyes and a smile. She did not think that the boy would lose.
"Haha, your divine dragon phantom is quite attractive!"
Suddenly, a laugh rang out. The sound was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. Many people's hearts trembled and they looked at the foot of the altar in shock.
The young man was actually fine. He was not damaged at all by Mo Yan's divine dragon phantom attack. Even his blue robe looked elegant, with a cool glow flowing through it.
He was like a star rising into the sky, with a cold expression and a tall and straight body. There was a pure golden dragon energy lingering around him, and bursts of dragon roars could be heard from time to time. The whole person looked like a reincarnated dragon.