The Evil Lord of All Realms

Under the dazzling light, Mo Yang's face was as pale as paper, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth...

He stood there, holding a halberd, and his hair was blown wildly by the surging air waves. In front of the sword light that was several feet long, Mo Yang seemed to be swallowed up at any time.

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd watching in the distance.

Because at this time, not only was a sword light condensed behind Mo Yang, but also a palm was revealed from the scroll in front of him.

This is the power left in the scroll by the Saint Emperor Realm powerhouse. Although it may not be as terrifying as the Saint Emperor's presence in person, it won't be much worse.

Mo Yang mobilized the Great Holy Soldier before, and with one attack, most of his energy seemed to be directly consumed. Now, how should he deal with these two attacks.

"Don't you have the Great Holy Weapon? Break another one and show it to me!" The third-level Holy King stared at Mo Yang and shouted coldly.

If they hadn't brought these two scrolls tonight, they might really have difficulty killing Mo Yang, but now, he didn't believe that Mo Yang could still resolve it.

You must know that at this moment, the two scrolls evolve killing moves at the same time, which is equivalent to the two holy emperors attacking at the same time.

Mo Yang didn't say anything, his face became paler. He looked at the condensed palm in front of him, then turned around with difficulty and looked back...

His body shook for a while, and when the spiritual palace vision was shattered, he was also seriously injured. If he hadn't used the Holy Script to stabilize the injury, he might not have been able to use the blow just now.

"Why……"

He sighed softly, with a little helplessness...

After all...it was hard to resist. The overwhelming pressure suppressed the night sky, which already gave him a sense of suffocation.

At this time, Mo Yang really felt unable to resist.

Although half of his true energy is still in his body, he must retain some strength, because in addition to these mysterious killers, there may be some powerful enemies hidden in the secret.

He put away the halberd in his hand and stood there without moving.

"It seems that you are not too stupid. You also know how much you have. You should give up resistance sooner and be freed sooner!" When the third-level holy king saw Mo Yang put away his soldiers and stood there silently, he immediately He started taunting.

"you are wrong!"

Mo Yang slowly raised his head and looked at the third-level holy king. Ignoring the overwhelming pressure, he said, "Perhaps you have forgotten that in Luoyang City, I once killed a peak saint with one sword. king!"

"What do you mean?" The third-level holy king felt something was wrong, and his mind instantly became alert.

The expressions of the other two second-level holy kings also changed slightly, and they stared at Mo Yang in surprise.

However, Mo Yang didn't say anything more. He looked up at the palm that was pressing down, and actually slowly raised his hand to meet it.

A finger pointed towards the palm.

"Ignorant child, you really don't know how high the sky is. This is a method sealed in the scroll by the Holy Emperor himself. It is equivalent to the Holy Emperor taking action. Do you still want to confront me head-on?"

Although a second-level holy king was surprised, he still taunted.

Not only them, but the onlookers in the distance also exclaimed. Many people did not even dare to look, because everyone could predict the outcome...

If there was no accident, Mo Yang's body should be crushed directly.

Ergouzi seemed to know what Mo Yang was going to do. He stood in the distance and did not speak, but stared at Mo Yang nervously.

However, the next moment, everyone was stunned...

Because the picture they expected did not appear.

Mo Yang slowly raised his hand, stretched out only one finger, and moved forward slightly. The entire night sky seemed to freeze in an instant, and the palm was frozen in mid-air.

Then the palm collapsed silently.

There was no terrifying collision sound, nor earth-shattering waves breaking out, everything was extremely calm.

This strange scene made everyone freeze in place, because the entire night sky was extremely quiet, there was no sound, and there were no shocking fluctuations...

In the sight, Mo Yang slowly turned around, raised his hand and pointed again, and the sword light that was enough to kill a third-level holy king just collapsed silently...

This scene seems like a dream, like an illusion...

"This, you...impossible, how could you...who are you?" The eyes of the third-order holy king were filled with endless horror, and he spoke incoherently, breaking the dead silence of the night sky...

His appearance at this time was very crazy!

Afterwards, everyone came to their senses one after another, and the faces of the two second-level holy kings were filled with incredible expressions.

For a moment, they didn't know what to say, because the scene was too weird and completely subverted their understanding.

"This... what happened? Why did the two Holy Emperor's killing moves collapse silently..."

"How can this be……"

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Shouts of surprise came from the crowd of onlookers. Even if they saw it with their own eyes, no one dared to believe it was true.

How could such a weird scene be true?

You must know that that is the method of the Holy King, and Mo Yang is only the first level of the Holy King, and Mo Yang has been seriously injured in the previous battle.

Mo Yang stood there, feeling an indescribable loneliness. His eyes swept over everyone, and there seemed to be a kind of vicissitudes in his eyes that could see through the ups and downs of the world...

In the distance, although he had some guesses in his mind, Er Gouzi was also stunned and stared at Mo Yang blankly.

"I don't believe it, open it!" Amidst countless exclamations, the third-level holy king roared angrily. He turned all his power like crazy and poured it into the scroll crazily.

The two scrolls actually flew together and then slowly merged into one.

Facing all this, Mo Yang looked indifferent and expressionless, and did not make any move to stop him.

"boom……"

The scroll trembled, and then several cracks opened on the scroll. The energy in the scroll was obviously almost exhausted.

However, a figure actually appeared in the scroll, stepped out and stood there.

"Could it be the incarnation of the Holy Emperor!"

Some onlookers exclaimed that there was actually an incarnation hidden in this scroll. You must know that the incarnation of the Holy Emperor and the methods left by the Holy Emperor are not comparable at all, because the incarnation carries some thoughts, and to a certain extent, is not weaker than The Holy Emperor comes in person.

The third-level holy king's face was pale, and he was coughing up blood one after another. He was performing a forbidden technique, burning his own life energy, and frantically injecting power into the scroll.

The figure was a little blurry at first, but after a while, it gradually solidified.

"Disperse on your own!" Mo Yang looked up and heard such a voice coming from his mouth. It was clearly Mo Yang's voice, but it had an indescribable sense of vicissitudes, like an unparalleled strong man who had lived for endless years. It's the same as speaking.

"Who are you?" The incarnation of the Holy Emperor looked at Mo Yang, seemingly surprised, and his faint voice was full of surprise.