The Evil Lord of All Realms

The Fourth Elder had told Mo Yang many things in the world of cultivation, including rumors about the most powerful people, but he had never heard of the word Star Emperor.

The whole stone tower looks extremely simple, with a kind of vicissitudes accumulated over the years, giving people a feeling of reality and fantasy.

Mo Yang took a deep breath and slowly approached. The open tower door was dark, like a devil's cave that could swallow everything at any time.

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but stepped in, as if he had penetrated a layer of enchantment. The scene before him was the same as what he had seen before.

Looking around, Mo Yang became more and more surprised. There was something hidden inside this stone tower. From the outside, it looked like a stone tower several feet high, but inside it looked like a vast space.

It's just that it's deserted inside. After walking past the rocks and dead bones, you can still see some rusty weapon fragments. After walking for several dozen feet, you can see the wall of the stone tower.

There were many patterns carved on the stone wall, some of which were outlined with complicated lines. As Mo Yang looked at them, his heart was beating fast and his breathing became a little faster.

Because some of the patterns are runes, and they are not ordinary runes. The lines are complex and profound, and if you look at them carefully, it seems like they are going to devour a person's soul.

"Could this be an ancient rune that has disappeared for countless years!"

Mo Yang exclaimed and quickly looked away.

In addition to those mysterious runes, there are also some ancient ferocious beasts and ferocious birds engraved on the tower wall. At first glance, they look so lifelike that they actually feel like they have broken through the wall.

Mo Yang was in a state of confusion. Not to mention anything else, even if he just understood those runes, he might be able to walk sideways on this continent.

Although he didn't know why the most powerful being before treated him like this, for him now, being able to become stronger was more important than anything else.

In this continent, only the strong have dignity, and those who keep getting stronger can live longer!

The law of survival in this world is the law of the jungle.

But with his current level of cultivation, it was simply impossible to comprehend those ancient runes. After silently observing them for a moment, he could only look away and continue to look elsewhere.

Not long after, a staircase appeared in his sight. There was no doubt that it was leading to the second floor.

"I wonder what is hidden on the second floor!" Mo Yang was extremely curious.

But there was a layer of barrier blocking it, and the fluctuations that came out made Mo Yang's heart palpitate as he got closer.

At this moment, the entire stone tower suddenly started to turbulence. Light floated on the tower wall. The rune murals seemed to come alive, turning into rays of light that intertwined rapidly. After a few breaths, the brilliance converged, and the wall of the tower appeared. An ancient text.

"This is……"

Mo Yang concentrated on sensing it, and for a moment, his mind was shocked. The ancient words were forced into his mind, and the mysterious ancient words were imprinted one by one, as if the aura of the great road was permeating the air.

"Star King Sutra...this..."

It turned out to be a cultivation scripture, divided into nine levels, but this was only the first level.

"What level of scripture is this? Does each level correspond to a level of stone tower? In this case, this tower is missing a layer!"

Mo Yang suppressed the waves in his heart, with lingering panic in his eyes.

This Star Emperor Sutra is by no means an ordinary mystical skill. Although the first level sutra is only a few hundred words long, its indescribable mysteries are, in Mo Yang's estimation, probably beyond the Saint level.

After being surprised, Mo Yang felt endless joy in his heart. What he longed for most now was to become stronger. With this kind of mysterious skill, he would definitely be able to practice much faster than ordinary cultivators.

"As long as I practice hard, no matter what the Dao Sect, sooner or later I will definitely avenge my master!" Mo Yang gritted his teeth and said.

After leaving the stone tower, Mo Yang stood silently in front of the fourth elder's tomb in the night, with a lot of helplessness in his heart. If today's incident had happened half a month earlier, the fourth elder would not have snatched the sacred grass...

He sighed softly, things in the world are unpredictable. He never dreamed that he, who was a waste a few hours ago, would have a shocking turn of fate in the blink of an eye.

After silently kowtowing three times in front of the tomb, he turned around and left the mountain behind.

In the early morning of the next day, Mo Yang packed his bags, took one last look at the place where he had lived for ten years, then walked out of the small courtyard and walked towards the foot of the wooden peak.

He planned to leave Lingxu Sect directly, but he never thought that as soon as he stepped off Mufeng, he would be blocked by several fellow disciples, led by Luo Hao, who was once a disciple of Mufeng.

"Mo Yang, you finally have no shame to stay? You are self-aware!" A disciple from another peak spoke sarcastically.

"Hmph, you have been in Lingxu Sect for so many years, and the Fourth Elder has always been biased towards you. He must have taught you many secrets of the sect. Our Lingxu Sect's techniques must not be passed on to others!"

Luo Hao spoke coldly.

As soon as these words came out, other disciples also agreed.

Mo Yang paused and looked at the sect disciples in front of him calmly. Ever since the death of the fourth elder, sect disciples had ridiculed and ridiculed him every day, with countless insults and reprimands.

After all, he had lived here for ten years, and he was too lazy to pay attention to these fellow disciples. After a slight pause, he took steps to bypass these people and leave.

"Hmph, are you deaf?"

Seeing that Mo Yang ignored him, Luo Hao's eyes suddenly filled with anger, and he flashed his body and stopped directly in front of Mo Yang.

"For the sake of us being the same sect, please get out of the way. I won't argue with you!" Mo Yang glanced at Luo Hao, then looked at the other people, speaking calmly without any expression on his face.

"Caressing? Huh, Mo Yang, have you forgotten that you are a waste?"

"Also, the fourth elder is dead, dead, understand? No one will protect you anymore!"

While Luo Hao spoke, he reached out and slapped Mo Yang on the cheek.

This approach is not very harmful, but it is extremely insulting!

Several other people looked at this scene and were about to join in the ridicule, but before they could laugh out loud, they were all stunned.

Because at this moment, a scream suddenly came from Luo Hao's mouth, and at the same time there was a crisp sound of bones breaking.

There was a trace of murderous intent in Mo Yang's eyes, and his right hand clasped Luo Hao's right wrist at some point. With just a slight twist, Luo Hao's wrist seemed to be broken directly.

"I admit that I am a waste, but you are worse than a waste!" Mo Yang said coldly.

The indifferent words were like a slap on Luo Hao's face, causing his expression to change again and again.

"Trash, you are looking for death!"

Originally, Mo Yang had already let go, but how could Luo Hao just give up? He shouted angrily in pain, and suddenly used his true energy to make a fist with his left hand and hit Mo Yang in front of the door.

He had no idea that Mo Yang today was no longer comparable to the past. Not to mention other things, in terms of cultivation alone, he was far behind Mo Yang.

The result is self-evident. Mo Yang turned slightly to avoid the fist. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand like lightning and hit Luo Hao's fist with the same fist.

"Kacha..."

A crisp sound sounded again, Luo Hao's fist changed its shape several times in an instant, and all his finger bones were directly shattered.

The severe pain caused by the broken bones and tendons caused Luo Hao's face, which was originally filled with pain, to instantly twist. He let out a scream like a slaughtering pig, and his body fell back quickly. Several other people reacted at this time. , also changes color instantly.

Everyone in the Lingxu Sect is a well-known loser. He has been practicing for ten years and has not been able to reach the ultimate level of martial arts. When did his strength and speed become so terrifying?

Because they all saw clearly just now that Mo Yang did not activate his true energy, just like before.

"I remember that you were once a disciple of Mu Feng. I will spare your life and get out of here!" Mo Yang glanced at Luo Hao lightly, then looked at the other people.

Although those people came with Luo Hao, their cultivation levels were similar to Luo Hao's. At this time, they all looked at Mo Yang in shock and uncertainty, already feeling guilty.

Just at this moment, a figure flashed over very quickly, it was the second elder.

He came to check after hearing the commotion here. He first glanced at Luo Hao, who was pale and still looking extremely painful. He immediately frowned slightly, with a trace of doubt on his face, and then glanced at Mo Yang, briefly. He asked the other people in confusion: "What's going on?"

Those disciples were a little guilty before, but when they saw the second elder arriving, the hesitation on their faces turned into a look of fierceness, and they pointed directly at Mo Yang and said: "It was Mo Yang who injured Luo Hao!"

"Second elder, the fourth elder has taught Mo Yang a lot of skills and secrets over the years. We thought that we couldn't let him leave with the skills and secrets just like this, lest they spread, we just tried to persuade him, but Mo Yang is a loser. ...He actually made a sneak attack and injured Luo Hao!"

"Yes, it's this loser...he suddenly attacked and injured senior brother Luo Hao!"

The disciples pointed at Mo Yang and were accustomed to calling Mo Yang a waste, but thinking of the previous scene, they hurriedly changed their words.

The second elder frowned slightly, feeling extremely puzzled. He knew how useless Mo Yang was. He couldn't even condense his true energy. How could Luo Hao, who had the first-level cultivation of the psychic realm, be injured like this with just a sneak attack?

And when he saw Mo Yang today, he felt a little strange. Mo Yang seemed a little different from yesterday.

However, after hearing the words of those disciples, he didn't think much about it. He glanced at Mo Yang coldly and said, "The secrets of Lingxu Sect's skills are indeed not allowed to be passed on to others. Although you can't practice them, just in case. If it happens, I can only destroy your meridians!"

A flash of anger flashed in Mo Yang's eyes, and a sneer appeared on his face at the same time, and he said: "The technique was passed down to me by the master, what qualifications do you have to take it away!"

Over the years, the fourth elders often went out to look for elixirs for him and had no time to take care of the sect's affairs. Many elders had long been extremely dissatisfied, and he, the culprit, naturally became a thorn in the eyes of all the elders.

Mo Yang knew this very well. He knew that he could not leave peacefully today, and he was not polite at all at the moment.

Sure enough, as soon as Mo Yang's words came out, the second elder became furious.

"Little beast, don't say anything about destroying your meridians today. Even if it's your life, I can take it away if I want!" The second elder didn't expect that Mo Yang would dare to talk to him like this, so he took action directly, using his true energy to raise his hand. He slapped Mo Yang hard on the head.

For any ordinary person, this blow would be fatal.

The second elder was obviously murderous and wanted to kill Mo Yang directly.