The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang sat cross-legged in silence. At this time, his condition was recovering rapidly. At this rate, it might only take a few hours for him to fully recover except for the injuries to his soul.

As his whole body recovered, his body had begun to transform. Layers of old skin were peeling off all over his body. Even the bones in his body seemed to have been coated with a layer of gold. They were completely different from before.

This was the first time for such a change. When Mo Yang detected it, he couldn't help but feel surprised.

This seems to be a unique symbol of the ancient protoss. The battle bones that have transformed to the extreme look like they are made of gold, and the whole body is shining with golden light, just like the battle bones left by the Star Lord.

However, Mo Yang quickly frowned and his expression became serious.

Because he spread out his spiritual sense at this time, he unexpectedly found two auras approaching. Now that he has made a breakthrough in cultivation and set foot in the realm of creation, the range that his spiritual sense can sense is extremely large.

He thought that he would be able to recover in just a few hours, but now it seems that there is obviously no such chance.

From those two auras, Mo Yang could only tell that the other party came from Chixuling. As for his cultivation level, perhaps because of the distance, he could not detect it.

But now, facing the strong man from Chixuling, Mo Yang didn't even have the slightest fear in his heart.

Because in the past few days, he had faced murderous intentions from emperor-level powerhouses twice in a row.

However, Mo Yang still sat there silently, making no other movements, still frantically absorbing the gathered energy of heaven and earth.

The two strong men didn't stop at all, rushing towards them all the way, and directly crashed into the energy vortex where the heaven and earth's vitality gathered.

A few meters away, the middle-aged man took action directly, and suddenly struck out with a palm force, forcefully shattering the gathered energy of heaven and earth.

"What's the point of still struggling to death when your fate has been decided?" A cold snort passed into Mo Yang's ears.

He sighed softly. The energy vortex had been shaken away. He did not continue to absorb the energy of heaven and earth to recover, but slowly stood up.

He silently sensed his whole body. Although he was still far away from completely recovering his strength, it seemed that he had recovered to 50%.

And although there is no external power to nourish him, the injuries in his body are still being repaired. The vitality formed by the destructive power of thunder remaining in his body is extremely rich, and it is still rapidly helping him recover.

Mo Yang looked closely and saw an old man, a middle-aged man. As for his cultivation, the other person seemed to have restrained himself, and he could not directly sense it.

But based on intuition, these two strong men from Chixuling were no weaker than the one who came to kill him with supreme murderous intent.

They all gave Mo Yang the feeling of danger, and even the old man seemed to be a lot stronger.

"If you had come half an hour earlier, I, Mo Yang, might really be meat on the chopping board and could only be slaughtered by you, but you are too late!"

Mo Yang spoke calmly, and then continued: "Do you think that the murderous intention last night almost killed me, so I have no fighting power?"

"Last night was last night, but today it is already dawn. Your Supreme Being from Chixuling took advantage of me to pass the tribulation and sent out a murderous intention to kill me. Unfortunately, I survived!"

After speaking, Mo Yang walked forward step by step.

Now Mo Yang doesn't expect to kill these two powerful men, because neither of them are in the Creation Realm. It would be difficult to kill them with his strength, not to mention that his strength has only recovered to 50%.

But Mo Yang also wanted to take action to see his current combat power.

His soul was damaged, but his body had transformed.

The old man stared at Mo Yang, with a trace of doubt on his face. In their expectation, although Mo Yang survived last night by luck, he must have been seriously injured, not to mention that he had survived the thunder disaster with difficulty, why was Mo Yang now unable to do so? Isn't Yang's state like that at the end of a strong crossbow?

Mo Yang's face was still pale, looking sickly, and his soul power fluctuated up and down. It was obvious that his soul power was damaged, but it was not as serious as they imagined.

What is going on?

The old man knew very well in his heart how terrifying the murderous intention issued by the Supreme was. Even if this genius of the human race had many tricks, it was already a miracle that he could survive, but what he saw now was different.

Moreover, at this time, Mo Yang actually walked towards them slowly with his hands behind his back.

The middle-aged man obviously noticed something was wrong and frowned slightly. They could sense that Mo Yang's cultivation had reached the realm of creation. In their eyes, such cultivation was still very weak, and they didn't care at all.

What they care about is why Mo Yang is still in such a state now.

Is it possible that even the Supreme Master sometimes misses when he takes action against a human genius?

But this is simply not possible.

"Maybe it's just the surface. Let's take a look first. No matter what happens today, since you and I are here, he must die!" The old man stared at Mo Yang for a long time, and then said these words in a deep voice.

After saying that, he made the first move, suddenly raised his hand, and slashed diagonally towards Mo Yang.

The vast energy of heaven and earth that had previously collapsed was condensed by him in an instant, turning into a peerless sword light that suddenly struck Mo Yang.

When Mo Yang saw this scene, he didn't dare to be too confident. Although his cultivation had broken through to the creation realm at this time, he knew very well that the gap between these two strong men and him was still very big, even a big realm apart.

His figure flashed and disappeared on the spot. Only a wave of space power dispersed. The next moment, Mo Yang's body reappeared from another measurement, as if it was passing by the sword light.

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly. He had heard about this space method for a long time, but now he saw that Mo Yang's understanding of the space method was much stronger than he imagined, and he could use it at will.

"You are really not simple. No wonder I, the Supreme of Chixuling, pay attention to you!" The old man spoke in a deep voice.

Mo Yang's expression was indifferent, but the thick pale white color gave people an indescribable sense of disobedience. He gently pressed his hands in front of him.

Immediately, the void seemed to be shattered in an instant, and a terrifying force of space swept out, making the middle-aged man and the old man couldn't help but change their colors.

The two of them hurriedly took action. The old man formed a seal with his hands, one hand went up and the other hand went down, and he suddenly punched out two confinement diagrams, stabilizing the space where they stood.

"It is indeed a space method. It can be transformed like this in the hands of a junior!" The old man's face was already a bit solemn at this time.

For some reason, although the other party's cultivation level is far inferior to theirs, if it were someone else, they could have wiped it out with a raise of their hands, but facing Mo Yang at this moment, they felt an indescribable strange feeling in their hearts. They always felt that this junior human race in front of them was very strange. Hard to kill.

This feeling is very strange, and it can't be suppressed in my heart.