The Evil Lord of All Realms

Many young people, whether cultivators or ordinary people, couldn't help but shout after hearing Mo Yang's name.

To the world, the ancient race is like a giant peak without a peak, pressing down on the heads of the entire human race, making the world breathless. But all this time, let alone ordinary people, even those powerful forces with long inheritance have not dared to stand up and fight. Ancient race confrontation.

Now, the genius of the human race who was once regarded as a madman actually killed the genius of the ancient race in public, and he killed him with just a raise of his hand. He was terrifyingly powerful.

Many people seemed to have seen light in the darkness, shouting loudly, and many people even screamed with excitement.

"Mo Yang, you are worthy of being the genius of our human race. Well done for killing all these grandsons..."

"Cultivators should be like this, unlike those big forces who are aloof at ordinary times, but turn into a coward at critical times."

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Amidst the shouts, various words continued to be heard.

But Mo Yang didn't stay here. He knew that Chaos Dragon Pond and Chixu Ridge would not be peaceful for long, and there would be big moves soon. Taking advantage of these few days, he wanted to use these two ancient lands to make powerful moves in the Eastern Region. All will be eradicated.

Mo Yang originally wanted to meet the strong man from the Chaos Dragon Pond who fought with the Four-Legged Divine Dragon a while ago, but when he walked from the Central Region to the Eastern Region, he did not see the ancient race who had cultivated the Creation Realm.

However, after walking in the Eastern Region for a few days, a total of nearly ten strong men from Chixuling were killed by Mo Yang. Although their cultivation levels were only at the early stage of the Immortal Realm, the entire Eastern Region was already shaken.

A few days later, Mo Yang opened the teleportation array and left the Eastern Region directly, landing on the Southern Wilderness.

He was waiting for the strong men from Chixuling and Chaos Dragon Pond, because in the past two days, the strong men from Chixuling once again used the soul-chasing technique to spy on his whereabouts.

The strong man from Chixuling is obviously going to take action, but I don't know if it will be the same strong man who has been chasing and killing him several times before.

"If you dare to come, I will make your blood splash in the Southern Wilderness this time!" Mo Yang said in a low voice.

After arriving in the Southern Wilderness, Mo Yang passed by the Buddha Sect. When he glanced down, the Buddha Sect's mountain gate had been closed. A Buddha's light formation completely enveloped the entire mountain gate. However, outside the formation, at the mountain gate, there was a The old figure sat cross-legged.

Although there is a deep hatred between Mo Yang and the Buddha Sect, he is in awe of several old monks in the Buddha Sect.

The old figure below was one of them, the old monk sweeping the floor, whom Mo Yang had seen many times.

His heart moved, and his body flew down, standing dozens of meters away from the old sweeping monk.

The old monk sat cross-legged with his back to the closed Buddhist sect, with an old broom standing beside him. He felt someone flying down, and then he slowly opened his eyes. After seeing Mo Yang, his originally cloudy eyes suddenly turned bright. There was a flash of strange color.

Then he slowly stood up, his body swaying as if he would be blown down by the passing breeze at any time.

"Grandmaster!"

Mo Yang spoke first and saluted the old monk sweeping the floor.

The entire Buddhist sect was closed, but this old monk was the only one standing outside the formation, which puzzled Mo Yang.

The old monk held the old broom in one hand and glanced at Mo Yang. The strange color in his eyes dissipated and he regained his composure.

"Young man, we meet again!" an old voice came out.

"You are late this time. If you ask for Bodhi blood, you may be in vain!" The old monk continued.

Mo Yang looked at the old monk in front of him, shook his head slightly, and said: "I'm not asking for Bodhi blood. I was passing by here today and saw the master here, so I came down to talk about it!"

The old monk seemed to smile, took a few steps forward with the broom, and said with a sigh: "The troubled times are coming, young man, why don't you seek a hiding place to avoid the trouble?"

Mo Yang looked calm, with no expression on his face. He did not answer the question, but said: "What about Master? The entire Buddhist sect has activated the formation to protect the sect. Why is Master standing alone outside the formation? Aren't you afraid of being messed up by this disaster?" spread?"

The old monk laughed, the old wrinkles on his face trembling, and said: "Life and death, come and go with the wind, everything has its own destiny."

Mo Yang smiled and said: "Master and I have the same idea!"

The old monk was silent and looked at Mo Yang, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

"A few years have passed. I hope I can see the master again in the future and talk to him!" Mo Yang did not intend to stop, because the feeling of voyeurism suddenly came to his heart, and this feeling was much stronger than the previous few times.

The strong man from Chixuling seemed to have already set off, and the distance between him and him didn't seem that far away.

"Young man, don't force anything!" Seeing that Mo Yang was about to leave, the old monk said this again.

Mo Yang turned around again and looked at the old monk. Just when he was about to speak, he heard the old monk continue: "You have a strong desire to kill in your heart. I guess what you want to do!"

Mo Yang smiled lightly and said: "There is no peace in this world, I want to fight for it!"

"The whole world is full of darkness. If I tear apart this darkness, even if there is just a ray of light, everyone in the world will have hope!"

After Mo Yang finished speaking, he laughed loudly, then his figure rose into the sky and disappeared away.

The old monk stood there, looking up at the direction Mo Yang was leaving, with a complicated expression in his cloudy eyes.

And Mo Yang directly stayed away from the Buddha Sect, because the sense of rain was so strong that his intuition told him that the strong men from Chixuling were approaching rapidly.

Maybe it won't be long before that strong man appears, and not only does he feel like he's being spied on, but he even feels a sense of crisis in his heart.

This is intuition, Mo Yang trusts his intuition, and the war is about to begin.

He went all the way south, intending to lead the opponent into a battle in the wild ancient land, because Mo Yang had many advantages there.

But everything happened much faster than Mo Yang imagined. Not long after he left Sister Fo, a terrifying aura quickly approached.

The void seemed to be penetrated, and several terrifying waves came rapidly like a river bursting its banks.

Mo Yang did not continue to escape, but flew to the top of a green mountain, staring indifferently at the direction of the waves.

In the field of vision, several figures were approaching rapidly, but in just a few breaths, this world seemed to have entered a severe winter, a biting coldness swept across all directions, and the temperature here dropped sharply.

Mo Yang was physically strong, but at this moment he felt like his whole body was trembling, and a bone-deep chill swept through his body.

Mo Yang's guess was good. The previous strong man also came, and compared to the past, this strong man's cultivation seemed to have grown a bit. Although his cultivation was still at the Creation Realm, he seemed to be closer to the peak of the Creation Realm.

The aura emanating from his body was much more terrifying than before. He stood there, staring at Mo Yang from afar, the murderous intent in his eyes materialized.