The Evil Lord of All Realms

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The figure standing next to Mo Yang stared at Mo Yang silently for a long time, and then dispersed silently like a wisp of mist.

A few hours later, Mo Yang finished adjusting his breath. He stopped and stood up. He couldn't help but take out the three pills and check them again.

Because the more he thought about it when he was adjusting his breath, the more he felt something was wrong, because the tower soul must have borrowed the power of the Star Emperor Tower when it took action. After all, he was just a weapon spirit, and everything had to rely on the Star Emperor Tower. At that time, Mo Yang knew It was noticed that a third force appeared in the creation furnace, which did not seem to be the power of the tower soul.

He looked at the three top-quality elixirs and became more and more confused.

"Is it because I've been thinking too much lately, why do I always have hallucinations..." He sighed softly.

In this Star Emperor Tower, besides the tower soul, who else could be there...

If you think about it carefully, the only explanation is hallucination.

He did not leave the Star Emperor Tower, but went to the third floor of the Star Emperor Tower, where he took out the ancient talismans he had previously obtained from Yuan Lingyun and continued to study them.

Time passed silently, and nearly ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

At the end of the day's practice, Mo Yang got up and left the Star Emperor Tower. This was an extraordinary time for him, and he had to pay attention to what was happening outside.

Xuantian Continent seems calm on the surface, but the sense of oppression is getting stronger and stronger.

Nowadays, Mo Yang did not dare to rush into the fog where the ancient race was to investigate the situation, but he secretly explored the central region and found that there was no movement from the ancient race.

"Could it be that Chixuling just swallows its anger like this? So many strong men died, it shouldn't be..." Mo Yang was a little confused in his heart.

In his opinion, it was impossible for Chixuling to endure the anger for so long, but the facts seemed a bit strange.

Not only Chixuling, but also the Chaos Dragon Pond that he had offended before, there was no movement at all.

In today's cultivation world, there is no figure of any powerful person from the ancient race. The cultivation world is still deserted, but the world seems to have gradually become accustomed to this desertedness.

Mo Yang wandered around the Central Territory for several days, and when he left, he unexpectedly saw Nie Yun.

Nie Yun put on a disguise, and if Mo Yang hadn't sensed his aura, it would have been difficult to tell from the outside.

Then they walked into a restaurant. In the private room, he raised his hand to set up a barrier, and then his true face was revealed.

He looked at Mo Yang with some surprise and said, "Brother Mo, I can actually meet you!"

The two have known each other for a long time, many things have happened in the past, and they have been friends for a long time. Now that the cultivation world is deserted, he is also extremely happy to see Mo Yang.

Mo Yang took out several altars of immortal drunkenness, but he was still lonely. Seeing his old friend, he was also happy in his heart, and said: "Long time no see, I have been to Jianshan before, but you have all left!"

Mentioning this matter, Nie Yun couldn't help but sigh, and said: "Brother Mo, I'm afraid you know the situation on the mainland better than I do. The catastrophe is coming, and ordinary cultivators like us are powerless to take care of it. The ancient race If it is too strong, the trend will eventually be irreversible.”

He raised the wine jar and poured a sip of wine into his mouth, then looked at Mo Yang and said: "What about you, I have been to Yaochi Holy Land before and found that Yaochi Holy Land also closed the mountain gate. I thought you were hiding in secret and concentrating on practicing. Don’t show up easily at this time!”

He then sighed: "After all, we are the geniuses of this continent and the seeds of hope for the human race. We can only hope that we can find a chance to reverse the situation in the future..."

Regarding Nie Yun's statement, Mo Yang had no other opinions, but he had his own opinions. The conflict between him and the ancient race was far from what others knew, and he could not avoid it.

However, he didn't say anything. He just smiled and said, "I've been in seclusion for a long time, and I finally got bored, so I came out for a walk and took a look at the situation outside."

Nie Yun looked out the window and sighed: "When the catastrophe comes, all living things will be destroyed. Unfortunately, today's era is no longer the glorious era of the human race..."

There was a deep sense of helplessness in his words. As a young cultivator, facing the unmatched ancient race, retreating was the wisest choice.

Then Mo Yang asked about the situation of some Sword Master and others. According to Nie Yun, the Sword Master has been in retreat and he has not seen him for several years. This time he also wanted to explore some external situations before he appeared. area.

"Where are Brother Ergouzi and the others?" Nie Yun did not forget to mention Ergouzi and the others.

Mo Yang smiled and said: "They are in retreat!"

Then the two of them talked a lot about their future plans, and then Nie Yun stood up with a smile and said: "Then we have made an agreement. When we fight the enemy side by side in the future, we will always fight a bloody path for the human race!"

Mo Yang smiled and nodded, and then the two of them left the restaurant and left in different directions.

Mo Yang looked at Nie Yun's retreating figure and sighed softly. Today's meeting may be the last time.

He only hopes that these old friends are well and can escape this catastrophe, and turn into little sparks to light up the path of the human race in the future.

After leaving the Central Territory, Mo Yang returned to Southern Wilderness, planning to stay in seclusion for a period of time.

However, two days later, the Xuantian Continent, which had been peaceful for a long time, ushered in an unprecedented storm.

In the mist where the ancient races were entrenched, several divine radiances rushed up one after another, connecting the heaven and the earth like giant pillars of light. Standing anywhere in the Central Territory, one could clearly see the bright pillars of light.

Even Mo Yang, who was far away in the Southern Wilderness, sensed the unusual aura.

He could only end his seclusion, open the teleportation array and arrive at the central region. Still hundreds of miles away, he could feel an unusual wave coming out of the mist.

The mist was like the turbulent waves in the vast sea, and the several beams of light were powerful, and then the terrifying aura seemed to spread to every corner of Xuantian Continent.

Then, a huge sound wave shook the heaven and earth and came out from the fog.

Several beams of light collapsed and turned into several bloody killing characters, which seemed to be clearly visible in every corner of the continent.

This was a killing order issued by a powerful person from the ancient race, not one, but several, indicating that this order came from not just one ancient land of the ancient race, but several ancient lands of the ancient race issued a killing order to Mo Yang at the same time.

The rolling sound waves sounded like thunder, as if an emperor was coming, announcing to the whole world.

The Xuantian Continent was completely plunged into panic. For ordinary people, they could not understand what the pressure meant, but everyone felt that the end was approaching.

Mo Yang stood in the deep sky, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He stared at the bloody characters reflected in the sky, with a crazy and cold smile on his lips.

After waiting for so long, it’s finally here!

However, he did not stay in the Central Territory, but directly opened the teleportation array and left the Central Territory, returning to the Southern Wasteland.