The Evil Lord of All Realms

Many Holy Land disciples gathered around Mo Yang, but for a while no one dared to take action.

When Mo Yang killed Daoist Sect Jiang Xunhuan without even frowning, many people saw it with their own eyes.

They all knew that the young man in front of them was a complete ruthless man, and there were too many rumors about Mo Yang recently, and none of them were shocking.

"Today's matter has nothing to do with you. You and the Saint are from the same sect. I have also been protected by the Holy Land. Get out of the way. I don't want to kill you!"

Mo Yang glanced around and then said this sentence.

Seeing the hesitation of many Holy Land disciples surrounding him, Mo Yang immediately let out a cold snort, and a terrifying coercion emanated from his body, causing the disciples to retreat in a hurry.

Mo Yang didn't take any action and walked forward step by step.

The two ancestors from the Holy Land have not yet appeared, but their retreat has been blocked by four powerful Dao Sect men.

There were murmurs among the crowd of onlookers, and many people were shocked. Although Mo Yang was still young now, he already had the power of a strong man. One person stepped forward and actually made hundreds of Holy Land disciples Stopping abruptly, no one dared to take action.

"Disciples, retreat!"

At this moment, an old voice came out from the Holy Land, and then a wave of pressure surged out from the Holy Land.

Mo Yang's pupils shrank for a while, and the surging pressure was like a river bursting its banks, forcing him to stop for a moment.

At this time, many Holy Land disciples all hurriedly retreated, and in the blink of an eye, only one person was left in everyone's sight.

Mo Yang gathered the body's true energy to resist, but he still felt that he could not move even an inch. The pressure was too terrifying. Although he had extraordinary talent, his training time was too short, and his cultivation was still in the holy realm. In front of the Holy Emperor, he felt I am as weak as an ant.

At this moment, under the boundless pressure, Mo Yang could not suppress a sense of panic in his heart, his whole body was trembling, and there were also sounds like grinding teeth.

"Hand over my Holy Land treasure!"

Before anyone could react, the voice just now came again.

Mo Yang gritted his teeth and stood on the spot, his true energy running wildly in his body to resist the boundless pressure.

Above the Saintess Peak, Yu Yao didn't know what she was shouting at Mo Yang. She could only be seen shaking her head desperately at Mo Yang, but under the boundless pressure at this time, Mo Yang felt that he couldn't hear anything, and everything started to appear before his eyes. Somewhat black.

Along with the sound, a figure appeared out of thin air in mid-air.

He was dressed in loose gray clothes, his face looked very old, and his beard and hair were all white, but no one would doubt his fighting power, because the boundless pressure emanated from him.

There is no doubt that this person is one of the two ancestors who came out of the Holy Land.

Mo Yang is a talented person of the younger generation. In terms of cultivation and combat power, he has eclipsed many talented people. However, under the pressure released by this strong man, Mo Yang was directly forced to stop and immediately It's hard to move even where you are.

"Hand over the sacred tree bow!"

The old man stood in mid-air, looking down at Mo Yang condescendingly, and an indifferent voice came from his mouth.

"Old guy, why should I give it to you!"

Mo Yang gritted his teeth and raised his head, staring at the old man in mid-air, who actually said such a sentence.

"Ant, you are looking for death!"

The old man was furious, and he suddenly took a step forward. At this moment, the entire sky was turbulent.

The energy fluctuations visible to the naked eye spread out in circles like ripples. Mo Yang's body trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth.

Golden blood spilled on the ground, and wisps of brilliance circulated, which was extremely conspicuous.

Outside the holy place, the crowd of onlookers was dark and silent.

This scene was so astonishing that many practitioners held their breath involuntarily and stared straight ahead for fear of missing any details.

Mo Yang's body shook for a while, but he managed to stabilize himself, slowly raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then burst into laughter.

At this time, he looked like he was crazy.

At the same time, an inexplicable aura began to emanate from Mo Yang's body, and the golden energy on his body gradually changed. After a while, it completely turned into blood red, and a coquettish blood flowed around him. , like wisps of magic flames burning.

A tall figure appeared silently behind him.

I don’t know how many people are shocked. There were rumors in the cultivation world that Mo Yang practiced ancient magic skills, but many people saw it with their own eyes today.

As the black shadow emerged, the pressure that enveloped Mo Yang seemed to be torn apart by an inexplicable force.

It seemed that Mo Yang felt a lot more relaxed at this time.

Mo Yang knew in his heart that what the two ancestors of the Holy Land wanted was the Star Emperor Tower and the Ancient Chessboard on him, as well as his treasured body.

The old man in front of him seemed to not want to damage Mo Yang's body, so he restrained too much strength when he took action, otherwise the result would never be the immediate result.

He picked up the sword and continued to move forward, and at the same time said: "Today I just want to take the saint with me. The sacred wooden bow belongs to the saint. If I want to return it, I will only give it back to him!"

"Ignorant ant, you are really ridiculous. You practice ancient magic skills. I will kill you in public today!"

The old man in mid-air spoke angrily, and then a loud shout came from his mouth: "Array up!"

As he fell with a loud shout, earth-shaking changes took place in the entire holy land, and countless formations appeared. This large formation covered all directions and directly enveloped the Saintess Peak.

As the lines intertwined and spread, in just two breaths, the formation completely emerged.

And Mo Yang's location is in the middle of the formation.

There was a strange aura in the formation, causing many strong men in the crowd to change their colors one after another.

"This is the Soul Locking Formation. It is said that entering this formation, the soul will be pulled out directly. Xuantian Holy Land will actually set up such a vicious formation!" An older cultivator said in a low voice.

"This is called a forbidden formation. It is too vicious. It is said that it has been banned from use. In the ancient holy land, even if they want to kill Mo Yang, they can just do it. Why would they set up this formation!"

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Voices rang out from the crowd one after another, causing many onlookers to retreat in shock.

At this time, the Xuantian Holy Land seemed to have really turned into a devil's cave. The soul-locking formation covered all directions, and the aura that came out was eerie and terrifying. It was like one could hear the sounds of ghosts crying and howling.

Although there were many voices of doubt, no one dared to stand up and say anything directly, because at some point, another figure appeared above the formation.

Although Mo Yang had studied the ancient chessboard before and knew how to activate the killing formation on it, he did not dare to use it directly at this time. The cultivation of these two Holy Land ancestors was too strong. If they used it rashly, he was worried that the ancient chessboard would be taken away. .