The Evil Lord of All Realms

A dull and oppressive aura poured down from the deep sky, like the sky collapsing. Along with the constant dull thunder, dazzling thunder shuttled between the dark clouds one after another.

The sky and earth here were so gloomy and terrifying, the brilliance of the sun was completely blocked by the rolling dark clouds, as if night was about to fall.

At this time, an old man flew down from the sky first. He looked extremely old. The wrinkles on his cheeks were stacked together like shriveled orange peels. His figure was as skinny as firewood. To ordinary people, he would have looked like this. At the end of his life.

It's just that at this time, there is no trace of old age on his body. Although he is thin and thin, his whole body exudes a great pressure.

There was light flowing in his eyes, and after flying down, he didn't look at anyone else at all, but stared at Mo Yang for a moment.

Although his face was old, a solemn look could be seen on his face at this time. He stared at Mo Yang, his eyes shining brightly, as if he wanted to completely see through the young man in front of him.

"When you open the spiritual palace at the Grand Master level, you can break through the shackles. The breakthrough in cultivation actually caused the thunder from the sky to descend... I really underestimated you in the past!" The old man stared at Mo Yang for a moment, then raised his head and looked into the dark sky. , couldn't help but speak like this, and you could hear the shock in his words.

At this time, an old cultivator in the crowd said: "Even the ancestor of the Mu family was alarmed. I heard that he had entered the realm of saints decades ago. After so many years, he is probably..."

Many cultivators also started talking in low voices. It was obvious that this was one of the strong men in the high-altitude battle.

The old man is an ancestor of the Mu family, named Mu Lingxu. He was famous decades ago. Although he is older now, he is even more unfathomable.

But at this time, another strong man also appeared, slowly flying down from mid-air. Obviously, this was the strong man who came to help Mo Yang. He had fought with the ancestor of the Mu family, Mu Lingxu.

But when everyone looked at him, they all froze and looked dumbfounded.

Because the other party was extremely young, looking less than thirty years old.

In everyone's imagination, someone who could fight with the ancestor of the Mu family without falling behind at all must be a strong man from the older generation, but no one expected that this person would be so young.

Who is this person?

This is the first question that pops up in everyone’s mind!

This person's face looks very strange. There are many practitioners present, but no one knows him and has never seen him before.

"This...who is he? He can compete head-on with the ancestors of the Mu family. How can he be so young!" Some cultivators couldn't help but exclaimed. They couldn't believe their eyes and instinctively thought that they were dazzled. While exclaiming He quickly reached out and rubbed his eyes.

But there was still that young man in his sight. He was dressed in very ordinary clothes. He didn't look like a strong man at all, and he didn't have the aura that a strong man should have.

"Could they be disciples of Qian Zong?" Some cultivators thought of Qian Zong. Two disciples of Qian Zong had appeared before. They were both young, but both had very strong cultivation. Neither of them was a simple person.

And besides Qian Zong, it seemed impossible that anyone else would help Mo Yang. There was no reason and no dare.

It could be seen that the young man's expression was very solemn at this time, silently paying attention to Mo Yang, his eyes did not look at anyone else from beginning to end, he did not say anything, he just stood there silently.

Mu Lingxu, the ancestor of the Mu family, couldn't help but glance at the young man a few times, with a trace of confusion and a bit of anger in his eyes.

Even Ergouzi, who was not far away, was surprised for a while. When he saw the young man's appearance, he was also stunned. However, he knew one thing. This young man must be a disciple of the Qian Sect, but he did not expect that his cultivation level could match that of the ancestor of the Mu family. The strong man is so young.

Many cultivators couldn't help but whisper, but no one knew him at all, and no one had seen him. This was the first time he knew that there was such a being among the younger generation.

"If he is really a disciple of Qian Zong, then the rumored Qian Zong is probably not simple. Although there have only been four disciples so far, none of them are simple people. Everyone can be called a genius!" An old cultivator was surprised! Looking at the talents of these disciples alone, Qian Zong is not an ordinary big force.

When it comes to Qian Zong, everyone knows too little about it. This sect is like a mist.

At this time, the whole world seemed to be shaking. Under the dark sky, a dazzling white light suddenly penetrated the dark clouds and suddenly fell towards King Mu City.

At first glance, the lightning seemed to be as thick as a bucket, and it suddenly poured down with a violent aura.

In King Mu City, countless people looked horrified at this moment, and screams rang out one after another. The first reaction of many cultivators was to fly away in panic.

This Nine Heavens Thunder was caused by Mo Yang, and now many people's first reaction is to stay away from Mo Yang.

Even the expressions of the powerful men present changed greatly, and they were horrified and puzzled. Mo Yang had just set foot in the Battle King Realm. Even if his aptitude was against the sky and attracted the thunder from the sky, logically speaking, it would not be possible to attract such a terrible thing. Thunder is right.

This has subverted common sense.

Many powerful men were startled and confused at this time. Jiang Xunhuan, who had retreated to a distance, couldn't help but his expression changed slightly. Is Mo Yang really so talented?

He opened the Spiritual Palace in the Grandmaster Realm, and then successfully broke through the shackles and set foot in the War King Realm. When he broke through, he was shocked to see the vision of heaven and earth, and it actually attracted such terrifying lightning.

"With such a powerful thunder from the Nine Heavens, no one under the saint can survive. If there is no accident, this child will definitely die. Everyone retreats!" Mu Lingxu, the ancestor of the Mu family, spoke, but after the words fell, his body also retreated. , now that the thunder light in the sky has almost fallen, he does not want to get too close to Mo Yang.

"If we don't kill him in advance, when the thunder tribulation ends, the entire Mu King City will be reduced to rubble!" He continued with a solemn expression.

He wanted to kill Mo Yang directly, but he could easily do it with his cultivation strength, but there was still a young man standing in front of him.

Several elders of the Mu family also hurriedly retreated, except for the mysterious young man who still stood silently.

The mysterious young man didn't say anything. He glanced at Mo Yang. At this time, Mo Yang was still sitting cross-legged silently, with golden mist flowing around his body, still undergoing transformation.

The other cultivators were retreating, but then the young man made a move that shocked everyone. He actually shot up into the sky, flew straight up into the air, and then raised his hand to slash towards the target. The falling lightning blasted away.

Many cultivators froze in place with shock on their faces when they saw this scene, forgetting to retreat for a moment.

Mu Lingxu was also extremely surprised. The biggest reason why he retreated was naturally that he did not want to be affected. He had not made a move against Mo Yang before. It was also because of the existence of this young man. His cultivation was several realms behind him. But the combat power was enough to rival him. Even he didn't want to touch this lightning, but this young man dared to directly confront it.

"Madman!" Mu Lingxu blurted out subconsciously.

As an ancestor of the Mu family, he actually said such words at this time, which shows how uneasy he felt.

"boom……"

Under the horrified gazes of countless people, the young man struck the thunder light with his palm, and a deafening muffled sound was heard in the air. The violent air waves turned into a circle of white light waves visible to the naked eye and suddenly swayed away.

The young man's body was instantly shaken down, and some residual lightning could be seen flowing around his body, but the lightning was also blocked.