The Evil Lord of All Realms

In the Eastern Region, Mo Yang is still on the run. He has not hidden in the Star King Tower, and his whereabouts cannot be hidden at all. There are several ancient races who carry some secret treasures and can always see his whereabouts.

Ever since he killed those geniuses of the ancient race in the Southern Wilderness, he has been fighting all the way. Although he has been seriously injured in the battle so far, his fighting spirit has become stronger and stronger.

Mo Yang didn't know that the sword known as the Human Sword Master had been unsheathed, or that two powerful men from the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons at the peak of the Creation Realm were beheaded on the top of the mountain in the Southern Wilderness.

I don't know that outside the fog in the Central Territory, there is an old man known as the fortune teller who silently sits cross-legged in front of the fog. He is standing alone here. In the moment he raises his hand, several powerful people from the ancient races are wiped out.

He also didn't know that there was a middle-aged man standing there on the border of the Eastern Territory, blocking waves of powerful ancient race men.

I didn’t expect that there would be an old monk in the Southern Wasteland who would put down the old broom in his hand and leave the Buddha Sect. After killing a powerful enemy, he would shout what he once said...

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Time passed silently, and Mo Yang fought in the Eastern Region. After several battles, he was covered in blood and seriously injured. He had no choice but to enter the Star Emperor Tower to heal, because there were too many ancient races in the outside world, and the powerful people of each ancient race in the ancient land. They have already taken action, and there is no way to kill them all.

In the Star King Tower, after a day of healing, Mo Yang quietly finished his work. He checked his whole body and found that 60% of his injuries had been recovered and most of his strength had been restored.

Then he stood up, a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then left the Star Emperor Tower in a flash.

In this current situation, he couldn't wait until his injuries were completely recovered. While the powerful men from the ancient races and ancient lands didn't take action, he had to kill more, and earn one for each extra kill.

On this day, Mo Yang descended on several cities one after another. After the battles, he was covered in blood and left in the air.

On this day, he killed a total of more than ten ancient race experts, some from Chixu Ridge, some from Chaos Dragon Pond, some from the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons, and some even turned out to be the royal family of Taixu Mountain.

One day during the battle, Mo Yang flew down on a green mountain in the evening. It rained heavily that night. Mo Yang stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the endless rain curtain, feeling a little confused.

Because before coming to the Eastern Territory, he met several ancient races with strong cultivation levels, but today, he didn't even meet anyone in the Creation Realm, let alone a strong person who surpassed the Creation Realm.

You must know that the ancient races have jointly issued more than one kill order, and the number of chasing troops must be extremely large, but the situation he encountered today was somewhat unreasonable.

He never thought that there would be a figure standing at the border of the Eastern Territory fighting at this time. In front of him was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The blood directly gathered into a winding stream, soaking the land in all directions into a dark red, and countless corpses were piled together. , has formed into a small hill, and the pungent stench spread for dozens of miles.

I don’t know how many ancient races fell here, and behind him was the Eastern Region.

Not only here, but also in the Central Territory, there was a blood-stained sword that killed countless figures. Some ancient race experts, judging from the sword marks spread across the ground, the battlefield spread over hundreds of people. inside.

In front of the fog, the divine fortune teller opened and closed, blocking more than ten strong men...

…

This night, it rained heavily all night.

Mo Yang stood on the top of the mountain, looking in the direction of the Central Territory, then activated the teleportation array and left the Eastern Territory.

At the same time, in the west of Xuantian Continent, on the top of Kunlun Mountain in the far west, at the long-closed ancient holy land of Yaochi, the bronze door opened wide, and a figure in white rushed out of the bronze door, looked back, and then used a secret method to kill the ancient holy land. The bronze door was sealed again, and then the figure left the top of Kunlun Mountain in a flash.

After Mo Yang returned to the Central Territory, he saw a blood-stained sword in King Mu City. The sword master stood on the gate of King Mu City, covered in blood mist, both his and the enemy's.

"senior!"

Mo Yang flew down and saluted the Sword Master.

Mo Yang was surprised. He didn't expect that at this juncture, the Sword Master would come out of seclusion and directly kill the ancient race. Because Mo Yang spread his mind and swept away, he found that there were many strong men of the ancient race in King Mu City. corpse.

It suddenly dawned on him at this moment, no wonder there were almost no powerful people from the ancient race who had poured into the Eastern Territory in the past few days. It turned out that he was not the only one to take action.

Seeing the bloody sword master, Mo Yang felt grateful and even more touched.

"Senior, the human race is so lucky to have you!"

Mo Yang looked at the Sword Master and couldn't help but speak.

The sword master looked at Mo Yang, a faint smile appeared on his face with a hint of exhaustion. He looked at Mo Yang for a moment, nodded happily and said: "It's good to have grown to this point!"

Then he continued: "I am so lucky to have you. You are the seed of hope. I just go with the flow and do my best!"

Mo Yang didn't say anything more, clasped his fists towards the Sword Master and said, "Senior, please take care of yourself. After this disaster, I will go to Jianshan to treat senior to a drink!"

Mo Yang knew that his whereabouts were not a secret, and he did not dare to stay here for a long time.

The sword master looked up to the sky and laughed, and said loudly: "Okay!"

Mo Yang turned around and left. Not long after, he arrived outside the fog in the Central Territory. Originally, he did not plan to come here, but because he sensed that a war was breaking out here, he came to check.

Unexpectedly, he saw a familiar figure opening and closing from a distance. The battle was extremely fierce. Especially when he got close, the dissipating aura made Mo Yang's heart palpitate.

"boom……"

In mid-air, the Divine Operator smacked his palm down, crushing a strong man from the ancient race. Then he formed a seal with his hands, and a dharma seal crushed down, and the blood mist that collapsed was completely wiped out.

Mo Yang looked at the battlefield and was shocked.

"senior!"

Mo Yangfei landed in front of the Divine Operator, and his heart was filled with emotions. The Divine Operator was actually blocking here. The strong man who was killed just now was at least above the Creation Realm, but judging from the traces of the battle here, , obviously more than one war broke out.

The fortune teller looked at Mo Yang and nodded slightly.

"You don't need to say anything else. This is a catastrophe for the human race. As a human race, no one can escape from it!"

Before Mo Yang could speak, the fortune teller said this first.

Mo Yang sighed, and then said: "Senior, this place is too dangerous. I have other plans. Senior, please leave this place as soon as possible!"

Blocking here, Mo Yang knew very well how dangerous it was, and he might even be in danger of falling at any time. No matter how powerful the divine fortune teller was, once the powerful ones who were dormant were attracted to take action, the consequences would be disastrous.

Naturally, Mo Yang didn't want the fortune teller to perish here, he had to say so.

The fortune teller sighed softly and said: "I will stay here for one more day!" In the East Region, Mo Yang was still flying away. He did not hide in the Star Emperor Tower. His whereabouts could not be hidden at all. Several ancient race leaders With some secret treasures, you can always have insight into his whereabouts.

Ever since he killed those geniuses of the ancient race in the Southern Wilderness, he has been fighting all the way. Although he has been seriously injured in the battle so far, his fighting spirit has become stronger and stronger.

Mo Yang didn't know that the sword known as the Human Sword Master had been unsheathed, or that two powerful men from the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons at the peak of the Creation Realm were beheaded on the top of the mountain in the Southern Wilderness.

I don't know that outside the fog in the Central Territory, there is an old man known as the fortune teller who silently sits cross-legged in front of the fog. He is standing alone here. In the moment he raises his hand, several powerful people from the ancient races are wiped out.

He also didn't know that there was a middle-aged man standing there on the border of the Eastern Territory, blocking waves of powerful ancient race men.

I didn’t expect that there would be an old monk in the Southern Wasteland who would put down the old broom in his hand and leave the Buddha Sect. After killing a powerful enemy, he would shout what he once said...

…

Time passed silently, and Mo Yang fought in the Eastern Region. After several battles, he was covered in blood and seriously injured. He had no choice but to enter the Star Emperor Tower to heal, because there were too many ancient races in the outside world, and the powerful people of each ancient race in the ancient land. All of them have already taken action, and there is no way to kill them all. .🅆.

In the Star King Tower, after a day of healing, Mo Yang quietly finished his work. He checked his whole body and found that 60% of his injuries had been recovered and most of his strength had been restored.

Then he stood up, a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then left the Star Emperor Tower in a flash.

In this current situation, he could not wait until his injuries were completely recovered. While the powerful men from the ancient races and ancient lands did not take action, he had to kill more, and earn one for each additional kill.

On this day, Mo Yang descended on several cities one after another. After the battles, he was covered in blood and left in the air.

On this day, he killed a total of more than ten ancient race experts, some from Chixu Ridge, some from Chaos Dragon Pond, some from the Ancient Temple of Gods and Demons, and some even turned out to be the royal family of Taixu Mountain.

One day during the battle, Mo Yang flew down on a green mountain in the evening. It rained heavily that night. Mo Yang stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the endless rain curtain, feeling a little confused.

Because before coming to the Eastern Territory, he met several ancient races with strong cultivation levels, but today, he didn't even meet anyone in the Creation Realm, let alone a strong person who surpassed the Creation Realm.

You must know that the ancient races have jointly issued more than one kill order, and the number of chasing troops must be extremely large, but the situation he encountered today was somewhat unreasonable.

He never thought that there would be a figure standing at the border of the Eastern Territory fighting at this time. In front of him was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The blood directly gathered into a winding stream, soaking the land in all directions into a dark red, and countless corpses were piled together. , has formed into a small hill, and the pungent stench spread for dozens of miles.

I don’t know how many ancient races fell here, and behind him was the Eastern Region.

Not only here, but also in the Central Territory, there was a blood-stained sword that killed countless figures. Some ancient race experts, judging from the sword marks spread across the ground, the battlefield spread over hundreds of people. inside.

In front of the fog, the divine fortune teller opened and closed, blocking more than ten strong men...

…

This night, it rained heavily all night.

Mo Yang stood on the top of the mountain, looking in the direction of the Central Territory, then activated the teleportation array and left the Eastern Territory.

At the same time, in the west of Xuantian Continent, on the top of Kunlun Mountain in the far west, at the long-closed ancient holy land of Yaochi, the bronze door opened wide, and a figure in white rushed out of the bronze door, looked back, and then used a secret method to kill the ancient holy land. The bronze door was sealed again, and then the figure left the top of Kunlun Mountain in a flash.

After Mo Yang returned to the Central Territory, he saw a blood-stained sword in King Mu City. The sword master stood on the gate of King Mu City, covered in blood mist, both his and the enemy's.

"senior!"

Mo Yang flew down and saluted the Sword Master.

Mo Yang was surprised. He didn't expect that at this juncture, the Sword Master would come out of seclusion and directly kill the ancient race. Because Mo Yang spread his mind and swept away, he found that there were many strong men of the ancient race in King Mu City. corpse.

It suddenly dawned on him at this moment, no wonder there were almost no powerful people from the ancient race who had poured into the Eastern Territory in the past few days. It turned out that he was not the only one to take action.

Seeing the bloody sword master, Mo Yang felt grateful and even more touched.

"Senior, the human race is so lucky to have you!"

Mo Yang looked at the Sword Master and couldn't help but speak.

The sword master looked at Mo Yang, a faint smile appeared on his face with a hint of exhaustion. He looked at Mo Yang for a moment, nodded happily and said: "It's good to have grown to this point!"

Then he continued: "I am so lucky to have you. You are the seed of hope. I just go with the flow and do my part!"

Mo Yang didn't say anything more, clasped his fists towards the Sword Master and said, "Senior, please take care of yourself. After this disaster, I will go to Jianshan to treat senior to a drink!"

Mo Yang knew that his whereabouts were not a secret, and he did not dare to stay here for a long time.

The sword master looked up to the sky and laughed, and said loudly: "Okay!"

Mo Yang turned around and left. Not long after, he arrived outside the fog in the Central Territory. Originally, he did not plan to come here, but because he sensed that a war was breaking out here, he came to check.

Unexpectedly, he saw a familiar figure opening and closing from a distance. The battle was extremely fierce. Especially when he got close, the dissipating aura made Mo Yang's heart palpitate.

"boom……"

In mid-air, the Divine Operator smacked his palm down, crushing a strong man from the ancient race. Then he formed a seal with his hands, and a dharma seal crushed down, and the blood mist that collapsed was completely wiped out.

Mo Yang looked at the battlefield and was shocked.

"senior!"

Mo Yangfei landed in front of the Divine Operator, and his heart was filled with emotions. The Divine Operator was actually blocking here. The strong man who was killed just now was at least above the Creation Realm, but judging from the traces of the battle here, , obviously more than one war broke out.

The fortune teller looked at Mo Yang and nodded slightly.

"You don't need to say anything else. This is a catastrophe for the human race. As a human race, no one can escape from it!"

Before Mo Yang could speak, the fortune teller said this first.

Mo Yang sighed, and then said: "Senior, this place is too dangerous. I have other plans. Senior, please leave this place as soon as possible!"

Blocking here, Mo Yang knew very well how dangerous it was, and he might even be in danger of falling at any time. No matter how powerful the divine fortune teller was, once those dormant powerful men were attracted to take action, the consequences would be disastrous.

Naturally, Mo Yang didn't want the fortune teller to perish here, he had to say so.

The fortune teller sighed softly and said: "I will stay here for one more day!" Warm reminder: Share this website sᴛᴏ𝟻𝟻.ᴄᴏᴍ on Facebook. Please move your fingers so that we can continue to operate.