The Evil Lord of All Realms

Bai Fan's cultivation realm is a bit vague now. It's not that Mo Yang can't detect it, but it feels like Bai Fan's realm is a little strange. Sometimes it feels like he has broken into the realm of heavenly saints, but there is a lack of that The Taoist charm that only exists in the Heavenly Saint Realm.

And sometimes it feels like his realm is still at the peak of the Great Saint Realm, and his cultivation aura fluctuates.

When this happens, there is only one possibility. Bai Fan may not have broken through yet, but he has already set foot in the Heavenly Saint Realm.

The young man in black who was fighting with him at this time had a cultivation level that even Mo Yang could not see through. However, one thing was certain. This person's cultivation level had already reached the Heavenly Saint Realm, and he was not yet at the early stage of the Heavenly Saint Realm. But it was difficult for Mo Yang to determine which realm it was at this time.

"This bald man is really miserable. He just left Muwang City and turned around to encounter such a tough situation. It looks like he will suffer a lot!" Ergouzi said while watching the battle.

Mo Yang said: "He has many secrets hidden in him. In so many years, I have never seen him use his full strength. We can take this opportunity to take a look!"

Mo Yang then carefully sensed it for a moment and asked the four-legged dragon on the side: "What is the cultivation level of the young man in black?"

In Mo Yang's opinion, the other party's cultivation level is at most equal to his, but the other party either has some kind of treasure that hides his cultivation level, or he has practiced some kind of technique that hides his aura. After several inspections, he could not determine the other party's level. The true state of cultivation.

"Boy, there's no need to read. My cultivation level is better than yours. I am at the fifth level of Heavenly Saint Realm, which is pretty good on this continent!" The four-legged dragon responded.

Mo Yang had a look of surprise in his eyes after hearing this. The reason why he guessed that the young man in black was at the same level as him was because the opponent's attack strength was not that strong in his opinion, at least it could not threaten him. Unexpectedly, It has reached the fifth level of Heavenly Saint Realm.

The four-legged dragon is right. With such a level of cultivation, let alone Xuantian Continent, even in the wilderness, it is a genius-level existence.

"Fifth level of Tiansheng realm? Five legs, are you wrong? This guy looks much better than the red-haired girl from Taixu Mountain outside Tianhen Mountain. Wasn't that red-haired girl at the fourth level? I was beaten so hard by that boy Bai Fan that I couldn't fight back!" Upon hearing this, Ergouzi immediately asked the four-legged dragon.

The four-legged dragon glanced sideways at Er Gouzi, as if he wanted to slap Er Gouzi, but because he was worried about being exposed, he endured it.

"Don't use your knowledge to speculate on me. Also, you stupid dog, don't challenge my majesty!" The four-legged dragon stared at Ergouzi and spoke.

"Fuck... Five Legs, if you call me a stupid dog again, I will fight you to the death!" Ergouzi said with teeth and claws.

"Stop fighting, calm down, don't get discovered!" Mo Yang frowned and said, these two beasts would not let him worry as long as they came together.

Four-legged Shenlong and Ergouzi finally calmed down, and the three guys hid in the dark and watched the battle silently.

"boom……"

With a loud noise, most of a mountaintop was shattered by a palm print of a young man in black. Rocks pierced through the air, smoke filled the sky, and Bai Fan's body dodged one after another.

He originally wanted to use some kind of magical power from the Buddhist sect, but before he could activate it, the golden Buddha light emanating from his body was actually shot away by the young man in black.

This scene fell in Mo Yang's eyes, and Mo Yang was very surprised. This man in black is much stronger than the ordinary fifth-level Heavenly Saint Realm powerhouse. Even among the ancient races, the fifth-level Heavenly Saint Realm absolutely does not have this ability. Waiting for combat power.

In the world of cultivation, Bai Fan has always been regarded as one of the most mysterious geniuses, because no one knows his true combat power, and it is rare for him to take action. Even Mo Yang cannot guess Bai Fan's combat power. In the end, even if the two of them had a big battle.

"Who are you?" Bai Fan flew back and landed on a green mountain more than a hundred feet away, asking coldly towards the young man in black.

It can be seen that Bai Fan is already angry at this time, otherwise he would not be like this given his character.

"You don't need to know who I am. I originally wanted to fight you. Since we met today, it's better to choose another day. Don't worry, I won't kill you!" The young man in black said.

He then added: "But if you use your true ability, the cultivation world says that you are one of the most mysterious geniuses on the continent. What's more, as a Buddhist genius, you won't only have these useless tricks!"

Although there was no change in expression on the face of the young man in black, everyone could hear the sarcasm in his words.

Hearing this, the four-legged dragon had no reaction and watched the battle silently with no expression on his face. Ergouzi suddenly couldn't sit still and cursed in a low voice: "Nima, are you so arrogant? What kind of force is this kid?" ?”

Mo Yang frowned. He had heard the Saint of Yaochi mention several great ancient forces in the Holy Land of Yaochi before, but he didn't know much about those ancient forces, and he couldn't judge the origin of this young man.

"Not only does this person's cultivation techniques be extraordinary, but his physique is also far stronger than other geniuses of the same realm. This person is somewhat similar to the Xuanyuan family in the Eastern Region!" Mo Yang said softly to himself.

Each of the several ancient great forces mentioned by the Saint of Yaochi was very old, because they were so far apart, and most of the former Saints of Yaochi were in seclusion in the Holy Land of Yaochi, so they did not know much about the great forces at that time. Many, I only know that those sects are very strong.

Bai Fan stood with his hands behind his back. The wine gourd at his waist had been shattered in half. However, his face returned to calm at this time. He looked at the young man in black and said: "It is recorded in ancient books that thousands of years ago, Xuantian Continent once There is a land of the Hidden God, where a strong man once founded a sect called the Hidden God Temple. It is said that that person once refined the essence and blood of several ancient mythical beasts. His body is comparable to the legendary ancient beasts, and can continue with the bloodline. !”

After hearing Bai Fan's words, the face of the young man in black remained calm, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes that was not easy to detect.

He did not respond, but said: "I said, you don't need to know who I am. Today you have to fight whether you want to fight or not!"

As he spoke, he suddenly took action, taking a step forward, moving dozens of feet forward in an instant, and then punched Bai Fan through the air.

A powerful wave of blood energy filled the air instantly, and his fist was wrapped in a layer of earthy-yellow light, which looked like a battle armor at first glance.

Seeing this scene, Bai Fan no longer spoke, but stood with his eyes closed, clasped his hands together, and then slowly pushed out a palm with his right hand.

The golden divine light suddenly appeared, and for an instant the area for miles around was illuminated with golden light. It seemed as if there were Zen singing coming, as if there were countless old monks chanting sutras. It seemed a bit ethereal at first, but in an instant it became like a thunder. Like a drum, the sound was rumbling and loud, sounding from all directions.

A huge golden palm print condensed in front of Bai Fan, and followed the movement of his palm to print forward.