The Evil Lord of All Realms

Under the night sky, blood spurted out. Xiong Feng's head was shattered by Mo Yang's hammer, but Mo Yang did not stop. He suddenly raised his hand and waved, urging the Star Emperor Tower to take away the headless body.

But even so, Xiong Feng still did not die. His shattered head was filled with blood, and a strong wave of blood energy came out of his flesh and blood. The blood splashing around seemed to be burning.

"Roar……"

His head was reshaped in the coquettish blood light, and he let out an angry roar, like a ferocious beast roaring.

At this time, the strong man from Xudian had no time to take action against Mo Yang, so he hurriedly raised his hand to create an energy barrier to cover Xiong Feng's head.

"Old man, do you really think you can save him?" Mo Yang was like a man possessed at this time, and the energy flowing out of his body turned blood red, which looked extremely weird no matter how you looked at it.

The eyes of the strong man in Xudian were full of murderous intent, and he said angrily: "Ignorant boy, you really think you are nothing. If you hadn't relied on that tower and the ancient chessboard, your bones would have been rotted into slag by now!"

Mo Yang just smiled coldly, and then instantly activated the script scroll, swiping his left hand, and directed an imperial script towards the gray-robed old man. At the same time, he gathered all the strength in his right hand to violently swing the hammer and hit Xiong Feng's head.

With a muffled sound, the energy barrier created by the old man in gray robe collapsed. Xiong Feng let out two roars in succession, and at this time, he forcibly inspired the remaining power to escape into the distance.

Before that, he thought death was not terrible, but until this moment, he realized that he just wanted to live.

When the shadow of death loomed over his head, he realized how childish and ridiculous his previous thoughts were. The indifferent state of mind he had cultivated for decades no longer existed, and was replaced by endless fear.

"You still want to escape. If I, Mo Yang, don't agree, no one can save you!"

Two bloody rays of light burst out from Mo Yang's eyes, and they rushed forward like two sharp swords, directly piercing Xiong Feng's head, and then the head shattered again.

The strong man in Xudian was so frightened and furious that he withstood the attack of the imperial text. The lower half of his body was crushed, but he still desperately dragged the upper half of his body to rush forward to stop it.

However, he was greeted by another Emperor Wen. The gray-robed old man's face changed drastically. The remaining half of his body did not dare to forcefully confront the Emperor Wen again, so he could only avoid it in a hurry.

Although as the four-legged dragon said, Mo Yang's understanding of this imperial text is still shallow, and it is just a mere form, unable to stimulate the true power of the imperial text, but Mo Yang has touched some of the essence, at least he can raise his hand. The time will come out.

"boom……"

Mo Yang formed a blood-red palm of light and reached out, grabbing Xiong Feng's reshaping head in his hand. Then he started working with all his power, and a terrifying wave emitted from the palm of light.

Only then did the other strong men in Xudian react and intervene, but it was already too late. Within two breaths, several frightened roars from Xiong Feng were heard, and the screams stopped abruptly.

The blood-colored light palm that Mo Yang transformed into spread out, and only a ball of crushed flesh and blood fell towards the ground.

Then Mo Yang moved his headless body out of the Star King Tower with a thought. He punched it up and smashed Xiong Feng's body into pieces.

At this point, Xudian, the genius with the seventh-level cultivation of Heavenly Saint Realm, fell!

Under the night, Mo Yang was filled with fighting spirit, and his sharp eyes scanned the surroundings coldly.

There were figures on the surrounding hills, but at this time there was dead silence. This was a battle that was beyond everyone's expectations.

If Mo Yang had used the ancient chessboard or sacrificed the imperial tower, it would be understandable for Xiong Feng to be killed so easily, but Mo Yang did not.

The key point is that the whole process was very short. It seemed that Xiong Feng didn't have time to use Xudian's most powerful method, and he died in Mo Yang's hands.

On the surrounding green hills, many cultivators had different expressions, and the powerful men from all major forces looked indifferent and showed no reaction.

After Qiao Yunxi came back to her senses, she sighed softly. She was very shocked by Mo Yang's fighting power, but she was also a little worried because the strong men from all the major forces had not really taken action yet, even if she just planned to save her. Mo Yang came, but he also knew in his heart that he might not be able to get what he wanted in the end.

After Ji Feichen came to his senses, he also sighed a little, but he didn't say anything.

At this time, Mo Yang glanced at the surrounding hills and said in a cold voice: "Aren't you going to take action?"

Mo Yang didn't want to delay like this. After all, if he continued like this, the energy in his body would be exhausted sooner or later. He came here for fishing today and didn't want to put himself in a desperate situation.

But in the face of his mocking question, there was no response from the surrounding mountains.

At this time, there were only two strong men from the Void Palace standing not far away. The gray-robed old man who had fought with Mo Yang before had reshaped his body and stood side by side with another middle-aged woman, staring at Mo Yang. Positive.

Mo Yang withdrew his gaze, looked at the two powerful men in Xudian, and said, "Since no one is helping you, then prepare to die!"

"You little beast, you are uttering arrogant words when you are about to die!" The middle-aged woman shouted angrily.

After saying that, the middle-aged woman suddenly raised her hand, and something like a seal was thrown high into the air.

The thing that was originally only the size of a palm suddenly swelled and became like a millstone in the blink of an eye. The middle-aged woman moved her hands and connected two seals to hit the seal-like thing.

"Buzz..."

As the two seals shook in, the mysterious treasure seal suddenly trembled, as if the dust-covered power was being opened, and a terrifying wave suddenly appeared.

Mo Yang's expression changed slightly, and he felt a sense of suffocation at this moment, forcing him to hurriedly unfold the spiritual palace vision to resist the terrifying wave.

"This is the treasure seal left by the founder of the Void Palace. It is said that this thing is nourished and refined by the essence and blood of each generation of palace masters. Its power is terrifying!" A strong man who did not know what kind of force spoke, which immediately caused many cultivators to be surprised. Call out.

Mo Yang originally wanted to pick up the hammer and hit it a few times, but when he heard the sound, he put the hammer away, and then with a thought, he took out the creation furnace directly.

Without saying a word, he suddenly picked up the creation furnace and smashed it towards the treasure seal.

"Little beast, you are so ignorant!" The middle-aged woman sneered. She moved her hands and made another seal toward the treasure seal.

"boom……"

The sky trembled violently, and then like a river bursting its banks, a torrent of blood suddenly burst out from the treasure seal, and a terrifying wave poured down overwhelmingly. The strange phenomena of the spiritual palace were directly suppressed and collapsed one after another.

The Creation Furnace was also blocked when it hit it, and then was suddenly shaken back.

Immediately afterwards, a bloody beam of light hung down from the treasure seal and engulfed Mo Yang.