The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang stepped on the scroll and walked all the way. Although the old antique who arrived tonight had fallen a lot, he still did not dare to be careless.

He dispersed his spiritual thoughts and sensed the movements around him. He was not worried about the cultivators following him, because a large part of them were strong men in the Heavenly Saint Realm. What he cared about were the few waves that had been circulating around him. The lingering cryptic aura.

"It must be a few old guys with terrifying cultivation. From Ziyun Peak to here, these auras are all there, but no one shows up. Do they want to wait until the last moment to take action?"

"Old guy, you are really good at making calculations!"

Mo Yang whispered to himself that the Star Emperor Tower cannot be used tonight. This is what he promised to the tower soul. In the battle in the imperial city not long ago, the tower soul helped him resolve the crisis. The condition at that time was to let Mo Yang Don't use the Star King Tower.

Although the unknown strong man was coerced and lured by Mo Yang, he only agreed to take action once.

Nowadays, his biggest weapon is the ancient chessboard. Although he can use it at will, if he wants to threaten those ancient chessboards, he must consume the emperor's battle blood every time. No matter how he looks at it, Mo Yang feels a little bit at a loss.

After all, the Emperor's battle blood is so rare that every drop consumed is a drop lost.

Although for him, the help that the emperor's blood can give him is limited, for others, it is comparable to a heaven-defying thing.

"If these people from the Heavenly Saint Realm take action, I should be able to deal with them with my own strength. It won't be difficult to defeat them one by one. The key is those old things in the dark..."

While he was thinking, he had traveled dozens of miles, and his spiritual thoughts had been spreading out to sense the movement around him. Those obscure auras were always accompanying him like a shadow.

"Senior, how many strong men are there secretly, and what are their cultivation levels?"

As a last resort, Mo Yang secretly asked the tower soul.

But there was no response in his mind, and Mo Yang thought that Ta Hun's old illness had returned, but after a few breaths, Ta Hun's voice sounded.

"There are a lot of people, and their cultivation levels are beyond your ability to compete with!"

Hearing Ta Hun's words, Mo Yang almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

What Ta Hun said was in vain. He naturally knew that there were many people, and the opponent could avoid his perception. Even if he used all his strength to use his spiritual senses, he could not lock the opponent's whereabouts. His cultivation level was naturally far beyond his.

Then, Tower Soul's voice came again: "I don't want to stop you, but I still want to remind you, it's important to save your life!"

When Mo Yang heard this, he immediately frowned, Ta Hun actually said such words, what does this mean?

"Senior, what do you mean?" Mo Yang asked next.

However, Tower Soul completely lost his response and ignored him.

"Old guy, he likes to lose control at critical moments!" Mo Yang couldn't help but mutter, feeling a little helpless, but he was used to it, after all, this kind of thing had happened countless times.

Mo Yang secretly took out a white jade bottle from the ring and drank a few pills. Although he is still in good condition now, he must always keep himself in peak condition.

Tonight, it seemed that he had been dominating the battle and seemed to have the upper hand, but he was the only one who knew the danger. If he wasn't careful, he might lose his life in this wilderness.

Suddenly, Mo Yang's expression changed and he stopped.

He immediately raised his head and looked forward, directly urging the ancient god's left eye to stare there. Under the hazy moonlight, a figure stood dozens of feet in front of him, standing in the sky.

Mo Yang didn't sense the other person's aura, it was just an intuition.

This person appeared silently. Mo Yang's mind kept spreading to sense the movement around him, but he did not sense when this person appeared.

This is also a strong man, with white hair and a childish face, wearing a large gray robe. Even in the dark of night, he still exudes an aura of Taoist immortality.

Just by looking at him with the naked eye, even an ordinary person without cultivation can tell that this old man is anything but ordinary.

Mo Yang took a look at the old man. Although he did not feel murderous intent from this man, he was alert, concentrated, and was ready to take action at any time.

After all, the older generation of cultivators who came tonight were either trying to steal his battle blood or the treasures on his body, and they all had their own agendas.

"Young man, you have killed so many people. Too much blood debt is against the laws of nature. Stop it at the right time!"

Before Mo Yang could speak, the old man said this first.

After hearing this, Mo Yang immediately frowned, then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said: "In the eyes of seniors, I should just sit back and wait to die?"

"I, Mo Yang, have always kept my peace. How many of the powerful men who came tonight have something to do with me? I have never met them, but they want to kill me because of some unfounded remarks. Shouldn't I be killed?"

Mo Yang spoke one after another, his words full of ridicule.

"Everything in the world has cause and effect, everything is fate. You still have life, why not take this opportunity to leave!" The old man looked calm, stood there silently, and his tone was very calm.

"Fate? Haha... Senior really has a unique perspective. Since senior said everything is fate, then if I let them die here, isn't it also their fate!" Mo Yang burst out laughing after hearing this.

The old man looked at Mo Yang silently, with a calm expression. He pondered for a long time before speaking: "Do you know how many families and sects came tonight? If you kill them all here tonight, although it will relieve your anger for a while, you can't Have you thought about it in the future?"

"If you don't stop, we will leave you with a dead end!"

The old man spoke one after another, and from what he said, it seemed that tonight was not for Mo Yang.

Mo Yang just raised his eyebrows after hearing this. Now he is the enemy of everyone in the world. Not to mention the past, the strong men who fell tonight were at least involved in dozens of family sects, large and small, many of which Mo Yang had never heard of. However, even if he stops, he knows what he will face in the future.

He looked at the old man and said: "Thank you, senior, for reminding me, but I, Mo Yang, have my own way. If senior is not coming for me tonight, then please give way, senior. If senior is also trying to steal my battle blood, or If you want to take away the treasure from me, there’s no need to talk nonsense, just do it!”

The old man did not move away, but still stood there. He sighed softly and said, "Although I am not interested in your treasure, I don't want to watch you continue to commit murder tonight!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Mo Yang's mouth, his eyes gradually became colder, and he sneered: "Old guy, let me give you a name, how about I call you Bald Lao, because you are as shameless as them and like to stand on the moral side. Use the high ground to blame others!”

"I want to see if I kill you tonight, will you fight back or not?"

Mo Yang's eyes became extremely sharp in an instant, and the nine turns of the gods and demons in his body were silently activated, and his strength was increased to the extreme in the blink of an eye.