The Evil Lord of All Realms

For Mo Yang, he naturally hoped that his master would stay with his senior brothers and sisters, after all, Feng Rukong was the leader of the Gan Sect.

However, Mo Yang also knew that this was just his idea. His master had many secrets hidden in him and it was impossible for him to stay with his senior brothers and sisters all the time.

Not long after, with the busy work of several senior brothers and sisters, a table of sumptuous meals was ready, filling up the entire stone table.

The valley was filled with fragrance, and the scene in front of him made him stunned for a while.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't turn back now, he would also like to find a quiet place and build a simple courtyard...

"Little brother, what are you in a daze about? Hurry up and take out your Immortal Drunk!" Luo Chuan just sat down and couldn't wait to urge Mo Yang, pulling Mo Yang's thoughts back.

Mo Yang smiled. He had brought a lot of Immortal Drunk when he went to the wilderness before. At this time, he raised his hand and waved, and more than 20 jars of Immortal Drunk appeared on the side.

Luo Chuan's eyes suddenly shone, and then he seemed to remember something. He hurriedly looked towards the direction of the valley entrance and asked, "Where is the dead dog? Didn't he come with us?"

Mo Yang shook his head and said, "Er Gou is in seclusion. If he comes with us, we should stew him for you today to cheer you up."

Luo Chuan laughed out loud after hearing this, and casually mentioned some of the bad things Er Gou had done, which made the other brothers and sisters laugh.

The brothers and sisters had a tacit understanding. Although they were toasting and chatting, no one mentioned the great battle a few days ago.

They all wanted to ask Mo Yang, but they all held back.

After all, they were very confused, such as how Mo Yang survived, and that night, it seemed that an emperor-level strongman came because of Mo Yang...

And Feng Rukong didn't say much about it. That night, the emperor's power enveloped the entire Xuantian Continent. Feng Rukong was not here. After returning, he just told them that Mo Yang was fine, and didn't say anything else.

The Immortal Drunk is not an ordinary strong liquor. Several senior sisters were not able to handle the alcohol and soon fell drunk. Without the voices of Lu Xiyue and Situ Xue, it suddenly seemed much quieter.

"Is the second senior brother still in retreat?" Mo Yang looked at a thatched house at the innermost part of the valley and asked.

This has not been a year or two, and Mo Yang is worried.

The eldest senior brother glanced at the thatched house and smiled: "Little junior brother, you are late. If you had come a few days ago, you would have definitely seen your second senior brother. Don't worry, although the bronze fragments you brought are incomplete, he has already walked his own way!"

"When he finishes this retreat, I'm afraid we will not be his opponent!"

The eldest senior brother seemed to be half-joking, but it can be seen that the second senior brother seems to have really gained a lot and has understood a lot.

Mo Yang felt relieved, but he looked around the table, but he didn't see the figure of the seventh senior brother. Since the Gan Sect was hunted down and all the disciples were scattered, there has been no news of the seventh senior brother.

The disciples of Ganzong have always been upset about this matter, but they can't do anything about it. Most of the time, they deliberately avoid this topic and don't mention it.

Watching his senior brothers get drunk one after another, Mo Yang put down the wine cup in his hand, looked at his master, and asked: "Master, Senior Brother Seven..."

The reason why Mo Yang asked was because his master had mysterious means. When he accepted him as a disciple,

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, it was said that it was directly deduced. If it was really some extraordinary deduction technique, he believed that the master must have deduced it in the matter of Senior Brother Seven.

Feng Rukong did not respond, but just sighed, and then said: "I didn't see anything. I went to find the fortune teller for this matter before. A few years ago..."

Feng Rukong did not continue, but Mo Yang had already understood that Senior Brother Seven might not be alive anymore. The fortune teller's means were mysterious and might not be wrong.

"There is no need to mention this matter to them. There is no result. They still have a glimmer of hope in their hearts!" Feng Rukong said to Mo Yang.

Mo Yang was stunned for a long time, his mind was blank, and he nodded woodenly after coming back to his senses. He didn't expect such a result.

He had also looked for the whereabouts of the seventh senior brother everywhere, including Yu Yao. He had this idea more than once, and wanted to ask the divine fortune teller for help, but what he was most worried about was to know some definite results, so he never did it.

The valley was completely quiet, Mo Yang lowered his head to drink, one cup after another...

Mo Yang didn't know much about the seventh senior brother. From the mouths of other senior brothers and sisters, Mo Yang heard a lot about the seventh senior brother. He was also a wonderful person. If he was still alive, he would definitely be like these senior brothers and sisters. Every time they met, they would call him a little junior brother and greet him with a big smile...

"Everyone has their own destiny. Even the emperor has to die, let alone other people..." Feng Rukong sighed softly.

Although he said this, he seemed to be open-minded, but at this time his mood was also unusually low, with a deep sadness in his eyes.

"When you leave this time, remember to protect yourself. Apart from your life, everything else is trivial!" Feng Rukong put down the wine cup and spoke to Mo Yang solemnly.

"Master, don't worry. I will come back alive to see you!" Mo Yang responded.

"You are different from others. You have too much karma. If you are not careful, you will become a victim of others' game!" Feng Rukong said this to Mo Yang for the first time.

"The two star masters came to this world, are they here for you?" Before Mo Yang could say anything, Feng Rukong asked again.

Mo Yang was stunned for a moment, and he was very surprised. His master was indeed not simple, and he could even guess such a thing.

"I've practiced a lot in the past, been to several places, and listened a lot, so I can naturally guess a few things!" Feng Rukong said calmly.

After speaking, he sighed heavily and said: "Master can't help you now, you can only rely on yourself for everything!"

"But one thing you have to remember is that I will always be your master, Qian Zong, and I will always be your home!"

…

This night seemed to be particularly long. Feng Rukong talked a lot with Mo Yang, and even shared his experiences and insights in martial arts with Mo Yang in detail.

Even though Mo Yang's cultivation is now very strong, he still hopes that what he said can bring some help to Mo Yang.

The next day, Lu Xiyue forced Mo Yang to teach her how to make alchemy. Sometimes this senior sister seemed to Mo Yang to be heartless. Although she was now obsessed with alchemy, her cultivation level had not dropped at all.

It's just that there are not many medicinal materials left in Mo Yang's body now, and Lu Xiyue can't use the only holy medicines left.

He took out the Immortal Dew of Good Fortune that he had prepared before and gave some to each of his senior brothers and sisters. Now, all he can take out is the Immortal Dew of Good Fortune, thanks to the good fortune his mother left for him. few. For Mo Yang, he naturally hopes that his master will stay with his senior brothers and sisters. After all, Feng Rukong is the leader of the Qian Sect.

But Mo Yang also knew that this was just his idea. There were many secrets hidden in his master, and he could never stay with his senior brothers and sisters forever.

Not long after, under the busy work of several senior brothers and sisters, a sumptuous meal was prepared and filled with a whole stone table.

The valley was filled with fragrance, and the scene in front of him made him stunned for a moment.

If there was no turning back on this road, he would also like to find a quiet place and build a simple courtyard...

"Junior brother, why are you in such a daze? Hurry up and take out your fairy drunk!" As soon as Luo Chuan sat down, he couldn't wait to urge Mo Yang and pull Mo Yang back from his thoughts.

Mo Yang smiled. Before he went to the wilderness, he brought a lot of immortal drunks with him. At this time, he raised his hand and waved, and more than twenty altars of immortal drunks appeared beside him.

Luo Chuan's eyes suddenly gleamed, and then he seemed to remember something. He hurriedly glanced in the direction of the entrance of the valley, and then asked: "Where is the dead dog? Didn't he follow?"

Mo Yang shook his head and said: "Er Gou is in seclusion. If he comes with us, why don't we stew him for senior brother's entertainment today?"

Luo Chuan burst out laughing after hearing this, and casually talked about some of the harmful things Er Gouzi had done, which made several other senior brothers and sisters couldn't help laughing.

The senior brothers and sisters had a tacit understanding. Although they exchanged glasses and chatted, no one mentioned the incredible battle a few nights ago.

All of them wanted to ask Mo Yang, but they all held back and did not speak.

After all, they were extremely confused, such as how Mo Yang survived, and that night, it seemed that an emperor-level powerful man came because of Mo Yang...

Feng Rukong didn't say much about this. That night, the emperor's power enveloped the entire Xuantian Continent. Feng Rukong was not here. When he came back later, he just told them that Mo Yang was fine, and didn't say much else. other.

The gods were drunk with unusually strong alcohol. The senior sisters were so drunk that they soon passed out. Without the voices of Lu Xiyue and Situ Xue, they suddenly seemed a lot more deserted.

"Is Second Senior Brother still in seclusion?" Mo Yang looked at a thatched house in the innermost part of the valley and asked.

This is no longer a year or two, and Mo Yang is worried.

The senior brother glanced at the thatched hut and said with a smile: "Little junior brother, you are late. If I had come a few days ago, I would have seen your second senior brother. Don't worry. Although the bronze fragments you brought are incomplete, they are still intact." He has gone his own way!"

"When his retreat ends, we may not be his opponents!"

The senior brother seemed to be speaking half-jokingly, but it could be seen that the second senior brother seemed to have really gained a lot and understood a lot.

Mo Yang felt relieved and looked around the dinner table, only to see the figure of the seventh senior brother. Ever since Qian Zong was hunted down and all the disciples were separated, there has been no news from the seventh senior brother.

Regarding this matter, all the disciples of Qian Zong have always been worried about it, but there is nothing they can do about it. Many times, they deliberately avoid this topic and do not mention it.

Seeing the senior brothers getting drunk one after another, Mo Yang put down the wine cup in his hand, looked at the master, and asked: "Master, the seventh senior brother..."

The reason why Mo Yang asked was because his master had mysterious methods. When he accepted him as his disciple,

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, it is said that it was directly deduced. If it was really some kind of extraordinary deduction technique, he believed that the master must have deduced it in the matter of the seventh senior brother.

Feng Rukong didn't respond, just sighed, and then said: "I didn't see anything. I went to see the divine fortune teller for this matter before. A few years ago..."

Feng Rukong did not continue, but Mo Yang already understood that the seventh senior brother was probably no longer alive, and the divine fortune teller's methods were unpredictable and he was probably not wrong.

"There is no need to mention this matter to them. There is no result. There is still a glimmer of hope in their hearts!" Feng Rukong said to Mo Yang.

Mo Yang was stunned for a long time, his mind was blank, and he nodded woodenly after coming back to his senses. He didn't expect such a result.

He had also looked for the whereabouts of the seventh senior brother everywhere, including Yu Yao. He had this idea more than once, and wanted to ask the divine fortune teller for help, but what he was most worried about was to know some definite results, so he never did it.

The valley was completely quiet, Mo Yang lowered his head to drink, one cup after another...

Mo Yang didn't know much about the seventh senior brother. From the mouths of other senior brothers and sisters, Mo Yang heard a lot about the seventh senior brother. He was also a wonderful person. If he was still alive, he would definitely be like these senior brothers and sisters. Every time they met, they would call him a little junior brother and greet him with a big smile...

"Everyone has their own destiny. Even the emperor has to die, let alone other people..." Feng Rukong sighed lightly.

Although he said this, he seemed to be open-minded, but at this time his mood was also unusually low, with a deep sadness in his eyes.

"When you leave this time, remember to protect yourself. Except for your life, everything else is trivial!" Feng Rukong put down the wine cup and spoke to Mo Yang solemnly.

"Master, don't worry, I will come back alive to see you!" Mo Yang responded.

"You are different from others. You have too much karma. If you are not careful, you will become a victim of others' game!" Feng Rukong said this to Mo Yang for the first time.

"The two star masters came to the world for you!" Without waiting for Mo Yang to speak, Feng Rukong asked this question again.

Mo Yang was stunned and was very surprised. His master was really not simple. He even guessed such a thing.

"I have practiced a lot of past bodies, been to several places, and heard a lot. Naturally, I can guess some things!" Feng Rukong said calmly.

After saying that, he sighed heavily and said, "Master can't help you now. You can only rely on yourself!"

"But you have to remember one thing. I will always be your master. Ganzong will always be your home!"

...

This night seemed to be particularly long. Feng Rukong talked a lot with Mo Yang, and even told Mo Yang about his experience and insights in martial arts.

Even though Mo Yang's cultivation is very strong now, he also hopes that what he said can bring some help to Mo Yang.

The next day, Lu Xiyue forced Mo Yang to teach her how to make pills. Sometimes this senior sister gave Mo Yang the feeling that she was heartless. Although she was now a little obsessed with alchemy, her cultivation was not falling behind at all.

But now there were only a few medicinal materials left on Mo Yang, and Lu Xiyue couldn't use the remaining holy medicines.

He took out the fortune fairy dew that he had prepared before and gave some to each senior brother and sister. Now, the only thing he could take out was the fortune fairy dew, and this was thanks to his mother who left him a lot.