The Evil Lord of All Realms

On this day, outside the ancient wilderness, Mo Yang finished refining alchemy. As soon as he came out of the Star Emperor Tower, he immediately frowned.

The Qianzong token in Najie suddenly shone with a faint light. Mo Yang took it out and looked at it, feeling a little confused.

The token triggered a reaction, and it should be the senior brothers and sisters of Qianzong. After all, this is not the first time this has happened.

He glanced around, and when he raised his head, he realized there was a person in the air.

"Master!"

After Mo Yang saw it clearly, he looked stunned, and then hurriedly saluted.

Although Mo Yang did not see what happened in Xuantian Holy Land with his own eyes, he did not have time to find out the details of the battle. He only knew that after he left the Holy Land, the old man in front of him beheaded an ancestor of the Holy Land. , another Holy Land ancestor was also seriously injured and escaped.

The old man's body slowly flew down and came to Mo Yang.

"Boy, are you okay?"

Feng Rukong looked a little haggard at this time, and seemed much older than before.

After he finished speaking, he coughed, and a stream of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Master, are you injured?" Mo Yang changed his face. For a strong person in the Holy Emperor Realm, ordinary injuries would not have any impact on them at all, unless they were severely injured.

"It doesn't matter..."

Feng Rukong sighed softly and waved his hands slightly.

After saying that, he coughed a few more times, and a trail of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again.

"Master, this is the Fountain of Youth. Take it quickly!" Mo Yang took out some Fountain of Youth and handed it over.

Feng Rukong waved his hand and said: "Don't waste this kind of sacred object. The remaining murderous intention of the emperor's soldiers and the treasures of heaven and earth are useless!"

Mo Yang was stunned. There were no imperial soldiers in the Xuantian Holy Land, only the Dao Sect. No wonder the news came earlier that after Feng Rukong went to the Dao Sect, the battle ended quickly. It is very likely that the Dao Sect used the emperor's treasure. the power of.

Feng Rukong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Mo Yang silently, and said, "How is she?"

Mo Yang knew that the master was asking about Yu Yao. When he mentioned Yu Yao, he looked sad and shook his head slightly.

Although he had been desperately searching for various elixirs during this period, refining batch after batch of elixirs, repairing all the meridians in Yu Yao's body, and recovering a lot of his spiritual roots, but that was all.

"A yin-yang seal was inserted into her body..."

Mo Yang spoke in a low voice.

After hearing this, Feng Rukong's face changed slightly and he fell silent. Judging from the change in the expression on his face, it once again proved Tahun's words.

There is no solution to this seal!

"The two of them have reached the end of their lifespan. In order to survive, they resorted to deviant tactics in order to extend their lifespan through various evil techniques. The saint may also be the cauldron in their eyes, but they just didn't have time to do anything..." Feng Rukong sighed softly.

"I originally wanted to eliminate some crises for you...but the imperial soldiers are the imperial soldiers after all..."

"I'm going to retreat for a period of time. During this period, you should not provoke the Daoist Sect and try to lurk..."

Listening to Feng Rukong's words, Mo Yang's heart suddenly sank. The master's injury was probably much more serious than he imagined, because just a few words gave Mo Yang an ominous premonition.

"Master, you..." Mo Yang hurriedly dispersed his spiritual thoughts to sense, but Feng Rukong raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't touch the remaining murderous intent of the imperial soldiers."

Mo Yang was stunned, feeling panicked, and the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Master knows that you have an extraordinary origin, but you are not strong enough now. You must know how to be patient!"

As he spoke, Feng Rukong's mouth began to bleed again.

Mo Yang nodded hurriedly and stepped forward to support his master. At the same time, he drew out a stream of true energy and entered Feng Rukong's body, and then his expression changed drastically.

The true energy was instantly dispersed by a terrifying force, almost causing him to suffer backlash.

"It's okay for you, Master!" Feng Rukong shouted with a trace of seriousness on his face.

At the same time, the body took a few steps back.

"You have to remember, do everything within your ability and have a clear conscience. Some things are beyond human power, so just try your best!" He looked at Mo Yang and said.

This sentence obviously means something, and seems to be talking about Yu Yao.

Mo Yang fell silent. If he was asked to stop, he would not be willing to do so.

And at this time, his heart was in chaos. It was as if the master was giving his last words. Although he claimed to go into retreat, he himself probably had no confidence that he would survive.

He nodded silently, silently looking at the old man with a vicissitudes of life in front of him, holding back the tears in his eyes, and said: "Master, where are you going to retreat?"

"Back to Qianzong, I have summoned your senior brothers and sisters. With them by my side, you don't need to worry!"

"Master, where is our Qianzong?" Mo Yang asked next.

"In the Northern Territory of the Mainland, I will take you there personally when Master comes out of confinement!" Feng Rukong patted Mo Yang on the shoulder, with a smile on his face.

As he spoke, he flipped his palm and took out a silver-white halberd. He rubbed it gently and handed it to Mo Yang. He sighed softly: "Master has never given you anything, so take this halberd!"

Mo Yang was frightened and shouted: "This is the Great Holy Soldier!"

There are very few great saint-level soldiers, almost the same as imperial soldiers. Even among the most powerful forces, there are not many. They can only be found in the hands of the most powerful ones.

I'm afraid this is Master's personal soldier.

"It doesn't matter what weapon it is, just treat it as a gift from Master!"

Mo Yang took a few steps back and did not reach out to take it. He felt sad in his heart, feeling that God was deliberately making things difficult for him, as if God was deliberately taking away the relatives around him one by one.

"How about you wait until Master comes out of seclusion and then give it to me?" Mo Yang tried to keep himself calm, for fear that the tears in his eyes would accidentally fall out.

Feng Rukong smiled, hesitated slightly, nodded and said: "Okay, Master will keep it for you first!"

Mo Yang stared at Feng Rukong blankly, trying his best to squeeze out a smile.

Seeing Feng Rukong turn around, there was an indescribable desolation and desolation in his back. For the first time, Mo Yang felt a sense of twilight in his master.

After Feng Rukong left, Mo Yang stood there and looked up at the vast sky. He felt a sense of confusion that he had never felt before, and he had never felt so powerless.

He once experienced ten years of darkness. He thought it was the darkest moment in his life, but it was not until this moment that he realized that what he had experienced was nothing.

A few days later, Er Gouzi and Xia Fengliu appeared outside the Wilderness Ancient Land. They were forcibly sent away by Mo Yang using a teleportation array, but by the time they turned back, it was already too late.

All I heard was shocking news. Fortunately, Mo Yang seemed to have left successfully.

After some inquiring, they headed south to look for traces of Mo Yang.