The Evil Lord of All Realms

The old man in gray robe did not hesitate and immediately retreated. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "This is the imperial text created by the emperor, don't touch it head-on!"

Although Mo Yang was attacking him, the old man was also worried that the killers would rush forward. If they rushed forward at this time, they would be crushed directly.

However, he was wrong. Mo Yang grinned at the gray-robed old man, and then instantly transformed into several figures, each holding an imperial inscription and rushing in four directions.

The old man was stunned at first, confused because Mo Yang was clearly attacking him, but he didn't rush towards him at this time.

After being stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly changed and he shouted: "Back off!"

Although Mo Yang's mind was no longer clear, he did not lose himself at this time. He was pretending to attack the old man, but in fact the target was not the old man in gray robe at all, but the mysterious killer lurking around.

It's just too late!

Several incarnations were the same as Mo Yang's real body, and they actually stepped on the scrolls, and their figures rushed out like a stream of light. They were too fast. I am afraid that only the gray-robed old man of the Jiang family could react to this speed.

And although those mysterious killers were hiding in the dark, they seemed to have been detected and locked by Mo Yang. When he took action, his figure changed positions one after another, and then there was a scene of blood flying.

Several loud noises were heard in succession, and the four imperial inscriptions collapsed. It was obvious that this was Mo Yang's deliberate move.

The void in this area instantly collapsed, as if everything was returning to chaos. The green mountains within a few miles collapsed, and the ground felt like it was lifted three feet off the ground.

Under normal circumstances, Mo Yang would not have exploded the four imperial texts directly, but now he only had madness and killing in his heart, and taking action was the most extreme way.

Because the moment the Emperor Wen exploded, several of his clones were also instantly destroyed.

The old man in gray robe looked frightened and angry. He had prepared in advance and was not affected. However, almost no one escaped from the killer hiding in the dark.

The four imperial inscriptions exploded, and the destructive power that burst out was too terrifying. Even if the killer in the dark was a strong man in the Heavenly Saint Realm, after the body was crushed, the soul power was also destroyed.

There was only a figure flying out dragging the broken body, but Mo Yang's body followed directly to prevent the dark alchemy furnace from shrouding the killer's broken body, and then Mo Yang laughed wildly. , he changed the alchemy techniques with his hands, and completely refined the remains of the killer in just a few breaths.

Immediately, Mo Yang raised his hand and took out a blood elixir with blood flowing all over his body from the Creation Furnace, and swallowed it with his mouth open.

The whole process only lasted for a cup of tea. Even the old man in gray robe who retreated far away felt as if he was hallucinating and did not recover for a while.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the old man wouldn't believe that these killers, who were trained by the ancient killer forces to fight one against four, were actually killed by Mo Yang in just a cup of tea.

Mo Yang's move was something he had never dreamed of.

Logically speaking, casting four Emperor Wen in one breath, let alone the seventh level of the Great Sage Realm, even the Heavenly Sage Realm will consume a lot of true energy and mental power, but Mo Yang is completely different, he seems to not know As tired as he is, the breath all over his body is actually stronger.

Because, right after, Mo Yang repeated his old trick and actually raised his hand to hit the gray-robed old man with two imperial words.

"Ant, let's see how long you can hold on!" The gray-robed old man's face was as gloomy as water. He raised his hands to form seals one after another, and at the same time, his body was also retreating.

Although he intervened to stop him, he did not dare to confront him head-on. After all, for him, today was not about fighting Mo Yang to the death, but what he wanted was to kill Mo Yang.

Since Mo Yang is so crazy and writes the emperor's inscriptions regardless of the cost, it might not be a bad thing for him, because all people, even the supreme ones, will sometimes be exhausted.

He concluded that Mo Yang couldn't last long!

As long as Mo Yang exhausts his true energy, he will be the meat on the chopping board. He will find the right opportunity and kill Mo Yang with one blow.

But he soon discovered that he knew too little about this younger generation and underestimated Mo Yang too much.

After firing two imperial words, Mo Yang's whole body was filled with blood and light, and he activated the first and second parts of the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons, and then used this set of so-called ancient magic skills to control other skills.

With sword shadows and fist seals filling the sky, Mo Yang used almost all the techniques he had practiced in succession.

Anyone who sees it will think that this is Mo Yang falling into a state of madness and randomly activating the skills, because Mo Yang's actions are completely unorganized and extremely chaotic, as if he uses whatever comes to his mind.

The old man dodged while taking action to deal with it. Even if those methods could not threaten him, the sight of the sword light in the sky made him exhausted.

"You are really a madman!" The old man in gray robe yelled angrily.

He has experienced countless battles in his life, but has never seen an opponent like this. The key is that although the methods used by Mo Yang seem to be extremely chaotic, the power of each blow is not weak, far exceeding what his own cultivation can explode. Come out to the limit of strength.

I don’t know how long it took, but those attacks finally stopped. Although Mo Yang had a sinister smile on his face, his true energy was almost exhausted.

The old man lowered his head and glanced around, then raised his hand to wipe away the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. Although he was resisting, even if his body was not damaged, he himself was not feeling well. The blood was surging all over his body, and there were countless cuts on his robes.

"Ants, die!"

The old man in gray robe was extremely angry, and his eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire. He moved his hands and directly used a forbidden method of the Jiang family. A huge seal appeared in an instant and suddenly fell from the sky.

Mo Yang didn't dodge, he directly raised his fist and blasted towards the seal.

The result left no doubt as to how Mo Yang's body could withstand that force. His body was crushed directly, and the golden blood exploded, making it dazzling and tragic.

"boom……"

However, before the old man could say anything, wisps of magic lines floated in Mo Yang's shattered flesh and blood, as if possessing some kind of magic power, covering the flesh and blood, and then a dazzling blood light bloomed out, covering a radius of several miles. All reflected beautifully.

Then those magic lines began to spread extremely quickly, and one line turned into two, completely covering the place in the blink of an eye.

The gray-robed old man's face was solemn. He couldn't figure out what it was, and he didn't know what secrets were hidden in Mo Yang. But at this time, he didn't dare to stop, and then he took out a piece of divine radiance flowing in his hand. The big seal moved directly towards Mo Yang to suppress it.

Those magic patterns are very weird, and it seems a bit difficult to kill Mo Yang directly. The safest way is to directly refine Mo Yang. As long as Mo Yang's soul power is destroyed, the resurrection of the emperor will not be able to save Mo Yang.

However, the weird thing is still behind. The big seal fell down and was actually blocked. The magic pattern was filled with magic patterns and was constantly evolving. It seemed like some kind of mysterious spell or some kind of mark. The old man in gray robe could take action. , Da Yin just couldn’t suppress it.