The Evil Lord of All Realms

Looking at the huge golden blood drop in the sky that illuminated the world, Mo Yang even felt that he was hallucinating, because this scene was too shocking.

However, Mo Yang was not the only one who was shocked. The silver-haired woman with the four-legged dragon who had been hiding in the dark was also looking up at the sky blankly.

However, not only the four-legged dragon and the silver-haired woman, but also the two strong men from Chixuling who came together to kill Mo Yang this time were also stunned.

They took action immediately, using their strongest power to launch more than ten terrifying attacks, but they turned into clouds of smoke under the drop of golden blood...

This scene has subverted their cognition, but one thing they know very well is that here comes an unfathomable strong man!

And this drop of blood, with Mo Yang's aura, seemed to have been tampered with by a strong person, otherwise it wouldn't be so weird.

"Could it be that one!" At this time, the strong man from Chixuling who had attacked Mo Yang several times suddenly said.

When he said these words, his face became completely serious. He seemed to think of an extremely terrifying strong man, and for the first time he looked like he was facing a formidable enemy.

Not only that, his voice even trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of something.

When the other strong man at the eighth level of Creation Realm heard these words, he immediately asked with a solemn face: "You mean he is not dead yet?"

There was no response to these words, but then the expression of the strong man at the eighth level of Creation Realm instantly became serious.

They may not know about the other geniuses of the human race, nor do they need to understand it, but they have known about Mo Yang for several years.

Because a few years ago, an emperor-level strongman with dry blood and short lifespan led a human race prodigy into the fog with an extremely powerful attitude, and even walked through ancient races of ancient lands one by one. , including Chixuling.

In the past few years, the reason why the ancient race has acted so low-key is because they were afraid. Although the emperor-level powerhouse was already in a dying state at that time, no one knew whether he had died.

Now that they came to surround Mo Yang, everything was at their fingertips. They could even kill Mo Yang in just a few breaths, but suddenly a drop of blood as big as a mountain appeared. It appeared so suddenly and shattered it instantly. The black seal of Fang Zhibao they brought.

In today's Xuantian Continent, except for that one, there seems to be no other strong human being who has such a method.

The two strong men from Chixuling could have taken action against Mo Yang at this time, but they did not because they knew very well that if that person really came, they would have no chance at all. If they did, the next person would die. them.

The huge drop of blood fell slowly, crushing the void, as if it was going to crush everything below.

During the whole process, the faces of the two strong men from Chixuling became more and more solemn, even showing a trace of despair.

And they had been scanning all directions, but they didn't see any figure or hear any words. As the blood drops slowly fell, only a strong feeling of heart palpitations rose from the bottom of their hearts.

Then, the two strong men reacted almost at the same time. They did not fight, but suddenly pulled away from the battlefield.

The other party didn't take action directly, as if they didn't bother to kill them, otherwise they would never have survived until now.

So they didn't dare to say anything, because once they angered each other, their fate would be to fall. Even if they had other powerful means, everything would be false in front of a strong person at that level.

The most important thing is that they must take this news back to Chixuling.

The two strong men from Chixuling quickly left the battlefield without being attacked, and the huge golden drop of blood just stopped in mid-air and stopped falling.

Seeing this scene, the two strong men from Chixuling looked at each other. They didn't even have time to look at Mo Yang, so they hurriedly turned around and left. After a few breaths, the two figures completely disappeared from Mo Yang's sight.

At this time, the four-legged dragon couldn't help but rush out and came to Mo Yang's side. Faced with this strange turn of events and the shocking scene in front of it, it was also confused.

"Boy, do you know what is going on?" It knew that there was a strong man hiding in the dark, but it didn't know who it was.

Mo Yang took a deep breath and stared at the drop of blood. He recalled the experience in Luoyang City not long ago in his mind. He bowed slightly and saluted in mid-air, and said, "Thank you, senior, for your help!"

He already knew who it was. This drop of blood was his battle blood, and the fortune teller had once forcibly taken a drop of blood from him. Coupled with what the fortune teller in Luoyang City had said not long ago, Mo Yang knew that he would take action today. There is no doubt that this person must be a divine fortune teller.

Because except for the divine fortune teller, there seems to be no such strong person in Xuantian Continent.

It's just that although he knew that the divine fortune teller was unfathomable, he didn't expect that it was so strong that just a drop of blood could evolve such a powerful move.

There was dead silence in the air. A few breaths later, a voice came: "I will return this drop of blood to you. I just use it to form a good relationship."

The divine fortune teller did not show up, and after the words fell, the brilliance of the blood drop as big as a mountain disappeared, and then slowly dissipated. A moment later, a golden drop of blood fell from the mid-air, Mo Yang reached out to catch it, and a drop of blood It fell into his hand.

This drop of blood became ordinary again at this time. As the true energy circulated in Mo Yang's body, the blood slowly seeped into the palm of his hand.

Immediately, everything returned to calm.

"The person is not nearby, he should have shot from a long distance away!" The four-legged dragon stared at the four directions and then said.

The silver-haired woman stood not far away, her eyes retracted from mid-air, and fell on Mo Yang, her eyes complicated.

She was shocked that the human race still hid such strong men, and she was even more shocked that such a strong man would actually help Mo Yang. How many secrets did the human race genius in front of her hide? How many secrets did such a strong man actually say about forming a good relationship? A kind of discourse?

Mo Yang glanced around, and his heart slowly calmed down. He didn't say anything. He looked back and said, "Let's get out of here first!"

The silver-haired woman had no time to speak and was taken directly into the Star Emperor Tower by Mo Yang. Then Mo Yang activated the teleportation array on the ancient chessboard and left the place directly with the four-legged dragon.

After walking out of the teleportation array, the four-legged dragon had many questions, but now he didn't know where to start.

"Boy, who is that strong man?"

Mo Yang sighed lightly, without concealing anything, and said: "I went to the Eastern Region to look for that senior, known as the divine fortune teller, and I didn't expect him to take action!"

Mo Yang's mood was a little complicated at this time. When he left in Luoyang City, the divine fortune teller said that he would meet again soon. Could it be that the divine fortune teller really deduced the situation today?