Ancient Gods

Feng Rukong threw his head back and laughed.

Then he said with some mockery: "Destiny? You and I are only in the realm of immortality. The great emperors in ancient times once said that destiny is hard to see and the secrets of heaven are elusive. You two are only slightly stronger than me in cultivation, yet you dare to lie about my destiny." Determined?”

The face of the mysterious old man who spoke before was still as calm as before, with no unnecessary expression fluctuations. He sighed softly and said: "Mortal fate cannot be counted as a secret!"

"Old guy, you fart like your mother!"

A sudden burst of laughter instantly broke the solemn atmosphere here and made countless people change their colors.

Mo Yang's black hair was dancing in the wind. He took a few steps and came directly to Feng Rukong.

Then Mo Yang looked directly at the two old men dressed as scholars, and then sneered: "Open your mouth to reveal the secrets and destiny. They are just two old guys who are about to die. Why, do you really think you are a thing?"

"It's like a mantis stalking a cicada, with the oriole behind, bah! I just don't understand, who gave you the courage and confidence?"

Mo Yang spoke one after another, and the night sky suddenly fell into a dead silence.

On a green mountain not far away, Ji Feichen was dumbfounded. Although he knew that Mo Yang was very courageous and would occasionally go crazy when he got sick, these two old men were strong men in the Immortal Realm. How many people, Mo Yang's courage is beyond words.

Xu Qing and Murong Xue looked at each other and were stunned, not knowing what to say.

Mo Yang's reaction seemed normal, but it didn't seem normal either.

Even the strong men from all the big forces were a little confused. They had been ridiculed by Mo Yang and felt a lot better in their hearts. After all, they were only at the Dao realm.

Feng Rukong was also stunned. His face was a bit more solemn than before, and he said in a low voice: "After the fight, you quickly find a chance to leave this place. This time they deliberately forced me to show up. The first target is I!"

Mo Yang seemed to have heard nothing, staring coldly at the two old men dressed as scholars, and said to himself: "Master, you know these two old people... No, where did these two birds come from? "

Feng Rukong immediately frowned, sighed secretly in his heart, and said: "Four thousand years ago, there were two geniuses who came out of an unknown academy in Dongzhou. One entered the Tao through calligraphy, named Cang Zhe, and the other entered the Tao through painting, named Gu Sanxiu. !”

Mo Yang had read many ancient books, but he had never heard of these two people.

As for Feng Rukong's words, the two old men dressed as scholars were a little surprised. One of them glanced at Mo Yang lightly.

Regarding what Mo Yang said just now, he only had one sentence: "I thought you had some talent, but now it seems that you are just a frog in the well..."

Beyond everyone's expectations, the two old men did not become angry, and their faces remained terrifyingly calm.

A trace of confusion flashed in Mo Yang's eyes. He spoke before just to disturb the mood of these two people. Although he had a back-up plan, he could kill the enemy with the simplest means. It was naturally the best. Who would have thought that the other party would not be fooled at all.

He secretly sent a message and asked Feng Rukong: "Master, are these two immortals easy to deal with?"

Feng Rukong did not speak, but shook his head slightly with a solemn expression.

Indeed, he had just broken through to the Immortal Realm not long ago. For two strong men who had already set foot in the Immortal Realm, his cultivation level was simply not enough. Let alone facing two people at the same time, just one person could lift him up. Hands suppressed him.

The two people looked at Feng Rukong silently, and one of them said calmly: "Don't worry, the two of us will only kill you, the others have nothing to do with us!"

After saying that, he raised his hand to take off the pen from his waist and made a stroke with his hand. The entire night sky seemed to be cut open in an instant. There was still a hazy moonlight shining in the sky, but from mid-air, he instantly fell into an absolute world. in the darkness.

At this time, Feng Rukong suddenly raised his hand and shattered the void above his head with a palm, a crack in the void appeared, and then pushed Mo Yang in instantly.

He understood Mo Yang's character and knew that Mo Yang would not leave, so he planned to send Mo Yang away forcibly because he had no confidence in this battle.

"Master!"

Mo Yang was shocked and planned to use the power of space to forcefully rush out.

But before he could take action, the old man named Cang Zhe waved the pen in his hand casually in the air, and the sky suddenly shook, instantly knocking Mo Yang out.

"Although we didn't bother to kill him, we didn't say he could leave!" Cang Zhe said with an indifferent expression.

Feng Rukong's face was extremely cold, and a terrifying aura suddenly came out of his body. He suddenly took a step forward, with a strong murderous intention in his eyes.

Feng Rukong slapped Mo Yang away with a backhand palm, and was away from the battlefield in an instant.

"In that case, let's fight!"

Feng Rukong took another step forward, and the night sky suddenly trembled. The darkness below disappeared silently, and the hazy moonlight fell down again.

Cang Zhe looked calm, waving the pen in his hand and swiping it rapidly in front of him, and a bloody word "kill" suddenly appeared.

The moment he stopped writing, the space was filled with murderous intent. It was just one word, but it revealed an extremely terrifying murderous intent, no less powerful than a powerful killing method.

With a casual wave of his hand, the word "kill" was stamped towards Feng Rukong.

"This old guy has a lot of trouble. You may not think it's just a word, but it's his Taoist method, just like the Imperial Wen you practice!" The voice of the four-legged dragon rang in Mo Yang's ears.

Mo Yang's face became serious after hearing this, and then the voice of the four-legged dragon came again: "But you don't have to worry, this is incomparable with Emperor Wen, Taoism is also two different things, and although your master has just set foot in the immortal realm, , but it’s stronger than the ordinary first-level Immortal Realm!”

Mo Yang's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said in a low voice: "Pay close attention, if Master is in danger, you don't have to hold back, just kill him!"

The four-legged divine dragon chuckled and said, "Boy, you'd better take care of yourself quickly. Are the Taoist guys around you staring at you?"

In mid-air, Feng Rukong suddenly raised his hand and smashed the broken wine bottle directly, instantly shattering the murderous word "kill".

Immediately after, Feng Rukong's aura surged, and a soaring fighting spirit emitted from his body, and he punched directly.

The void instantly shattered, and even though they were several miles apart, the fist seal instantly rushed in front of Cang Zhe.

Cang Zhe put one hand behind his back and waved the pen with the other hand to draw a sudden stroke in the void. A light curtain instantly appeared in front of him, blocking the fist seal.

Not far away, the old man named Gu Sanxiu sat down in the void, spread out a piece of red straw paper, and seemed to start painting.