The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang stood up slowly and looked into the distance silently.

In his perception, there were several breaths approaching.

Ergouzi, who was lying on the broken stone beside him, also opened his eyes, stood up and looked into the distance.

Mo Yang looked very calm. He was not surprised. He had expected that these people would be able to find him a few people in advance.

"Two saints' Dzogchen?" Ergouzi stared at the distance, and after a moment, a strange color appeared in his eyes.

The news that came before was actually true. The Dao Sect actually sent only two strong men from the Great Perfection of Saints.

"There are still people behind, they are just walking in front!" Mo Yang was very calm.

After that, he looked down at the valley below, with a cruel smile on his lips, and said to himself: "Meteor God Valley, what a good name!"

In just a moment, the two saints and Dzogchen masters who were rushing at the front came closer. They stopped more than a hundred feet away from Mo Yang, just standing in the sky on one side of the canyon.

The auras of these two powerful saints and Dzogchen are naturally terrifying, but it always feels a bit inconsistent with their dusty appearance.

"Tsk, tsk, these two grandsons must have been holding back their anger. They seem to have been around the Northern Territory several times!" Ergouzi's eyes were filled with pride.

In its opinion, it was the one who got the most credit this time. After all, that map was so wonderful.

"After waiting for so long, you are finally here!" Mo Yang looked at each other from afar and said calmly.

"Did you create the Meteor God Valley on purpose?" One of them stared at Mo Yang with angry eyes and shouted.

"Uncle made it. How about uncle's masterpiece?" Ergouzi puffed up his chest and glanced at the other person, looking arrogant.

"Evil beast!" The man glanced at Er Gouzi coldly and could only read these two words.

Before Er Gouzi could speak, Mo Yang said: "This is the Meteor God Valley, the name I gave it! Are you two the only ones here?"

Although Mo Yang had already sensed two auras of the Holy King hiding in the distance, he pretended not to notice and asked deliberately.

"It's just to kill you, I alone am enough!" The person who spoke just now had an angry look on his face. Sure enough, he was tricked by Mo Yang. He went around the Northern Territory several times, which consumed their endless energy.

After that, he took action directly and slapped a palm in the air. A powerful palm force immediately stirred the sky. A huge light palm condensed over the canyon and headed towards Mo Yangyin.

Seeing the palm of light approaching, the violent air waves passed by first, causing Mo Yang's black hair to dance wildly. He stood there, his robes ringing like flags on the battlefield.

It wasn't until the palm of light was approaching that he raised his hand and pointed towards the palm of light with one finger.

"puff……"

All this happened in the blink of an eye. The two saints and Dzogchen masters expected that Mo Yang would not retreat in the face of such a blow, and would definitely be hit hard.

But with Mo Yang's pointer, the light palm suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then shattered like a wisp of fireworks.

There was no earth-shattering scene, everything was terrifyingly calm, because after the palm of light collapsed, not even the air wave dissipated, as if it was directly smoothed by a force.

"Impossible, you..." The person who made the move didn't seem to react for a moment, and watched blankly as the palm of light collapsed. After a moment, he looked up at Mo Yang, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

The other person was also stunned, with a look of shock in his eyes, staring at Mo Yang.

"You are not enough!" Mo Yang said calmly, his face was terrifyingly calm, as if everything was taken for granted.

According to the information they have, Mo Yang's cultivation level is no more than the third level of a saint!

When did it become the Great Perfection of Saints?

Is it actually the same as their cultivation level?

You must know that even if Mo Yang is only at the third level of the Saint Realm, just in case, the Dao Sect not only dispatched two strong Saints of Great Perfection, but also dispatched two Saint Kings.

Now, the aura on Mo Yang's body made their minds tense instantly.

"Have you hidden your cultivation in the past?" After the other person was shocked, he stared at Mo Yang with a serious look. If Mo Yang hadn't hidden his cultivation in the past, he would never have reached this level in such a short period of time.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Mo Yang's lips, and he said calmly: "Your Dao Sect and I are mortal enemies. You want to kill me, and I want you to die. As for cultivation, is that important?"

After Mo Yang finished speaking, he stood on the spot, slowly stretched out his palm, and pressed it suddenly in front of him. The expressions of the two powerful men from the Dao Sect changed greatly. The void around their bodies seemed to be imprisoned, and a huge pressure moved towards them. They flocked.

"So what if your cultivation level is the same as ours? If we fight one against two, you will eventually die!" The two roared, their auras rioting, and there was a loud bang, which shattered the space.

But when he looked up again, Mo Yang was gone.

"Yes, I have the same cultivation level as you, but you seem to have forgotten that I, Mo Yang, am a practitioner of ancient magic!" Mo Yang's voice sounded from behind the two of them.

The two of them were covered in hair and had no time to look back, so they instinctively rushed forward to distance themselves from Mo Yang.

"puff……"

However, although one of them flew forward immediately and rushed over the canyon, he was still hit hard by a fist mark and his body was directly bombarded into the canyon.

"puff……"

The man's body fell into the canyon, and his body was split open by a force and instantly collapsed into a bloody mist.

"Damn it, Ancient Chessboard, you activated the killing formation of Ancient Chessboard!" The other person was so shocked that he suddenly turned back to look at Mo Yang, his voice trembling.

Because the man was knocked down, his body was crushed directly, and then there was no movement.

"Haven't you always wanted to take away the ancient chessboard from me? No, I'll put it here. You go and get it!" Mo Yang said, swiping his hands, condensing a seal to cover it, trying to shock the opponent directly. Enter the killing array.

But when he took action, Mo Yang suddenly frowned, and a chill appeared at the corner of his mouth. The two holy kings hiding in the dark finally couldn't help it anymore, and one of them appeared behind him silently.

Although the two holy kings chose to take action, they were also extremely cautious, because the action was a thunderous strike. He lurked behind Mo Yang, suddenly activated a war sword, and slashed vertically towards Mo Yang, with perfect timing and speed. It was so precise that there was no room for Mo Yang to avoid it.

Indeed, when the blow fell, Mo Yang's body was split open instantly, but the split body turned into a wisp of golden fighting energy and dispersed.

"External incarnation..." The man changed color and exclaimed.

He immediately felt something bad and hurriedly pulled away and flew back. In an instant, a silver-white halberd came from nowhere and penetrated directly through his chest.