The Evil Lord of All Realms

After watching Mo Yang leave, Shenlong suddenly cursed and greeted all eighteen generations of Mo Yang's ancestors.

Then it looked at the two white jade bottles not far away and murmured: "This humanoid beast who knows nothing about the world has an emperor-level strongman beside him, but his cultivation is so pitifully weak. Even if the creation furnace falls into his hands, I don't think so. It’s also a waste of natural resources…”

Obviously, Shenlong didn't take the elixir left by Mo Yang seriously at all.

However, after looking at his charred body, he still rolled up the two white jade bottles. After all, its dragon power was suppressed now and could only rely on its body to repair itself. If there was external help, it would naturally recover much faster.

It did not hesitate, and directly sucked the two white jade bottles into its mouth. With two soft sounds, the white jade bottles seemed to be directly bitten into pieces by it.

"Huh……"

Immediately afterwards, it suddenly felt something was wrong. There seemed to be more than ten pills in the two bottles. The moment the white jade bottle was broken, the pills melted instantly, and then a warm current rushed into its belly, and then turned into a majestic stream. The power spreads out all over the body instantly.

"What kind of elixir is this? The power contained in it is so huge..." Shenlong was surprised, and even he felt a powerful impact.

"Based on the medicinal power contained in this medicine, this is definitely the best of the best. This kid has such alchemy skills? Why don't you believe it..." Shenlong muttered as he pondered over it carefully.

Then it didn't dare to be careless and hurriedly calmed down to feel it, because the impact in the body seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

At this time, Mo Yang had already left the Star Emperor Tower. After practicing in the Star Emperor Tower for so long, he still didn't know the situation in the outside world.

After leaving the Star Emperor Tower, Mo Yang turned his palm over and a token appeared in his hand.

This was what Murong Xue left with him when she left when she approached him in Jiangdu City to invite him to join the Holy Palace.

Mo Yang had not found anyone from the Holy Sect in Suolong City before. Taking this opportunity, he might as well go to the Holy Sect and learn about some recent situations in the cultivation world.

"I stopped by to see that guy Xu Qing. I've been in seclusion for so long. I'm afraid his cultivation has increased a lot now. There are not many elixirs left. I just went to the Holy Sect to replenish them..." Mo Yang sat cross-legged silently. , whispering to himself.

He had brought the genius of the Holy Sect out of the Tiandao Sect's underground palace before, and the Holy Sect owed him a big favor. Mo Yang couldn't practice the techniques or anything like that now, so it would be more practical to get some medicinal materials.

After all, he had done such a big favor for the Holy Sect, and it seemed a little inconsistent with his style of doing things without getting anything.

After making up his mind, Mo Yang put away the token, took out the ancient chessboard, and then activated the teleportation array. After a while, his figure disappeared here.

At noon that day, Mo Yang came to the gate of Shengzong Mountain.

Looking at the aura-filled treasure land in front of him, Mo Yang couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The city was still some distance away from the Holy Sect. This place seemed extremely quiet and very suitable for cultivation.

Judging from the terrain, this is obviously a geomantic treasure land that gathers the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Moreover, this place is surrounded by green peaks, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.

The huge stone gate is located between two green mountains. At first glance, it looks like a grand sect that has been passed down for a long time.

On the stone gate, a stone plaque is engraved with two characters - Holy Sect!

The Holy Sect is one of the most powerful forces in the Central Region. Although Xu Qing often said that the Holy Sect's background is still slightly weaker than that of the Duan family, in fact, it is probably stronger.

Mo Yang looked at it silently, and then walked towards the stone door step by step.

At this time, he had changed his appearance and covered his aura. The two Holy Sect disciples guarding the door did not recognize him at all. When they saw him approaching the stone gate, they immediately stopped him.

"This is the Holy Sect, outsiders are not allowed in!"

A gatekeeper disciple opened his mouth and spoke concisely. He didn't ask who Mo Yang was and just blocked him.

Mo Yang silently looked at the Holy Sect disciple, his eyes lingered on his waist for a moment, without saying anything, he flipped his palm and took out the Holy Sect token that Murong Xue left for him.

For the Holy Sect, every disciple has a token, but tokens are not the same, just like the token in his hand is completely different from the token of the disciple in front of him.

The tokens worn by ordinary disciples have their names and identities, but Mo Yang's token has nothing else except the mark of the Holy Sect.

In the Holy Sect, this is a token that only geniuses have, because many big forces like to cultivate geniuses secretly and will not be exposed easily.

The gatekeeper disciple took the token and glanced at it, his expression changed immediately, and he couldn't help but glance at Mo Yang. His attitude instantly became respectful, he bowed to salute Mo Yang, and handed the token to Mo Yang with both hands. Then he didn't dare to say anything and motioned to the person behind him to give way.

Mo Yang put away the token and wanted this person to lead the way, but after thinking for a moment, he didn't speak...

When I came here for the first time, I happened to go in alone to look around, mainly to see if there were any medicinal fields or anything like that, and to pick up some in advance.

After entering the stone gate, a stone path winds up. The green mountains on both sides are lush, but you can feel the fluctuations of the formation.

Seeing Mo Yang's figure disappearing at the end of the stone path, the gatekeeper disciple who had just checked Mo Yang's token took a long breath, frowned at the other disciple, and asked in a low voice: "Who is he? Do you want it?" Go and report it?"

The disciple who was checking the token hurriedly lowered his voice and said: "Don't ask too much, don't care, he must be the sect's hidden talent. I have never seen him before. I'm afraid he was secretly sent out by the sect for training. Now he's back." !”

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When Mo Yang came to the end of the stone path, his field of vision instantly broadened. All he could see were palaces and pavilions. Green ancient trees were dotted between those buildings. Many places were shrouded in mist, making it look like a fairyland.

"The spiritual energy is rich and the environment is quiet. The founder of the Holy Sect has a good vision and chose such a treasured place..." Mo Yang sighed softly.

Then he urged the ancient god to look at him silently with his left eye. After a moment, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Mo Yang walked along another stone path towards an area shrouded in fog. He had just seen clearly that there was a medicinal field there. Although it was hidden in the mist, it could not block Mo Yang's view.

And it seems that there are a lot of medicinal plants planted, probably thousands of them.

Along the way, it seemed that because of the remoteness of this stone path, no other disciples of the Holy Sect were encountered.

Not long after, Mo Yang came to the medicine field and glanced at it. He instantly noticed a few elixir plants in the distance.

Although the medicine does not seem to be very old, with thousands of years of medicine, these elixirs are rare. Mo Yang only collected three of them in the ancient secret realm. They are indispensable for making the Nine Turns Resurrection Pill. A kind of elixir.

"The foundation of the Holy Sect is really not weak... If you poach half of it, a sect as big as the Holy Sect probably won't care..." Mo Yang walked forward while muttering to himself.

But just as he was about to take action, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

An old man in gray and white cloth looked like a ghost. He appeared in front of Mo Yang at some unknown time, and Mo Yang was startled.