The Evil Lord of All Realms

Seeing the scene on the ring, everyone onlookers changed their expressions.

Even many of the geniuses showed shock, because Mo Yang and the mysterious young man had a silent fight, and they were evenly matched!

We must know that Mo Yang is now a Holy Emperor. Is it possible that this mysterious young man has also entered the Holy Emperor's realm?

"What is the origin of this person? Could it be that he is also a Holy Emperor, and he can actually challenge Mo Yang!" Some cultivators were shocked and kept staring at the mysterious young man.

"Coming from the Eastern Region, so young, but with such cultivation, I'm afraid he belongs to those ancient aristocratic families in the rumors!" An old cultivator said in a deep voice.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that there was someone in the younger generation who could stand on par with a lunatic like Mo Yang.

Because in the past few years, most of Mo Yang's opponents have been strong men of the older generation, and the genius of the same age is simply not good enough in his hands. Now, a genius who can rival him has actually appeared.

"Many powerful people have predicted that in the near future, there will be a catastrophe sweeping across the continent. Now these reclusive families have begun to show their faces. It's unusual..."

"I'm afraid this mysterious young man is not the only one..."

Everyone was talking about it, and many old cultivators couldn't help but sigh.

"Not bad, barely qualified to fight with me!"

The young man looked at Mo Yang, his face was calm, and he said this calmly.

"However, before we fight, first see if you are satisfied with the coffin I have prepared for you. If you are not satisfied, I have also brought other colors!"

The mysterious young man then changed the subject and spoke.

It seemed that there was no unnecessary expression on his face, but there was cold murderous intention hidden in his plain words.

Mo Yang couldn't help but laugh. When he first came here, he found that the arena was a little weird, and he had already guessed this person's intention.

At this time, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "You have thought carefully and actually brought your own coffin. However, although there are many treasures in the Central Territory, if it is used to bury you, it will pollute those treasures! "

After Mo Yang said that, he stepped out suddenly, and the dark arena suddenly trembled, but it was not damaged at all.

This arena was made of unknown materials and was extremely strong, which even made Mo Yang a little surprised.

"You don't play the flute? Don't everyone in your family like to play the flute?" Mo Yang glanced at the young man and asked with a strange expression.

Some women under the ring didn't know what they thought of, and blushes appeared on their faces. Some girls even gathered together and whispered something, and everyone's face turned red.

The mysterious young man was very calm and said: "Useless tricks are not necessary for me!"

Afterwards, neither of them spoke again, and the young man suddenly stepped forward, struck decisively, without any fancy moves, and punched Mo Yang directly.

Mo Yang chuckled, without any intention of evading, and also punched out.

"Rumble..."

A muffled sound was heard, and a violent wave of air immediately burst out from the ring, shocking the onlookers to retreat.

The two people on the ring each took a few steps back. At this time, Mo Yang's expression gradually became serious. The opponent's cultivation level was actually a small level higher than his, and his physique was actually the same as his.

He has been fighting for so long and has experienced countless battles, but this is the first time he has encountered someone with such a strong physique.

You must know that he has the blood of the ancient gods and is simply not comparable to other cultivators.

Even the members of the Xuanyuan family are far inferior to him in terms of physical fitness.

"I thought the bloodline of the Ancient Gods would bring me some surprises, but I didn't expect it to be so unbearable!" A trace of disappointment appeared on the young man's face, and he shook his head and spoke.

He looked at Mo Yang, then shook his head slightly and said: "You are no different from other stinky fish and shrimps who think they are proud of themselves?"

Before Mo Yang could speak, he continued: "You are in pretty good shape, but you also benefit from the power of your bloodline. Other than that, you are useless!"

Er Gouzi had just arrived and was speechless when he heard the mysterious young man's words.

It directly stretched out a paw and pointed at the young man and said: "Fuck you, you can only play the flute. The flute also gives you a sense of superiority. Why? If your family is strong, you don't know how much you weigh." Two?"

The young man raised his head and glanced at Er Gouzi. A ray of divine light suddenly burst out from his eyes, turning into a sword light and slashing towards Er Gouzi.

"break!"

Ergouzi roared, and the vertical eyes between his eyebrows suddenly opened, and several rays of chaotic light came out one after another.

"Boom!"

The void trembled violently, and then a large piece of it collapsed.

Although Er Gouzi barely managed to block it, his body was sent flying dozens of feet away by the force of the counter-shock.

"I've heard about this evil beast for a long time. It's just as annoying as the rumors say!" the young man said.

Although his words were calm, he seemed to have murderous intentions, because he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Er Gouzi, obviously intending to kill him.

"boom!"

At this moment, a sword energy suddenly pierced down from the deep sky, and Mo Yang took action, using the God-killing Record Sword Technique.

The young man frowned slightly and retracted his palm.

"You are fighting against me today!" Mo Yang said.

The young man raised his brows slightly, looked at Mo Yang, and said calmly: "Forget it, I'll kill you first!"

The smile on Mo Yang's lips gradually grew. It was rare to meet a prodigy of the same age as him today, which made the blood in his body gradually boil, because this young man was indeed very strong.

"Whoosh..."

Immediately, Mo Yang's body disappeared, followed closely by a sword light that suddenly swept out from behind the young man.

This caused everyone to exclaim, because Mo Yang was indeed too fast.

However, the young man did not panic. He moved forward very quickly, and then swiped away from one side. The sword light slashed past his robe, cutting off a piece of clothing.

"Buzz..."

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding void trembled, and several figures of Mo Yang appeared in an instant. At a glance, they all seemed to be Mo Yang's true body, and their auras were extremely solid.

Even the young man frowned slightly, and then said: "One of the secret techniques of the Six-Character Scroll, the War-Character Scroll!"

It was rare for him to show a hint of strangeness, because it was impossible for an ordinary cultivator to cultivate so many incarnations, only the War Script Scroll could do so.

A hint of coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he also used a mysterious movement technique, turning into an afterimage and rushing forward. Mo Yang's powerful incarnations were shattered by the young man's raised hands. In just a few breaths, five The incarnations actually collapsed.

At this moment, a strange face appeared in front of the young man, holding a flute.

In the distance, even Er Gouzi was confused, because the face was exactly the same as the mysterious middle-aged man they killed back then, and even the breath was the same, and even it couldn't tell the difference between real and fake.