The Evil Lord of All Realms

Lu Xiyue gently placed the silver-white halberd in Mo Yang's hand, then turned and left silently.

"Senior sister, where are you going?" Mo Yang looked at Lu Xiyue's lonely back and couldn't help but ask.

Lu Xiyue paused, turned back to look at Mo Yang, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, but at this moment, there was an indescribable sadness in that smile, and she said: "I want to continue walking my way!"

After saying that, she turned around and flew away.

Seeing Lu Xiyue's figure disappear completely, Mo Yang withdrew his gaze. He gently rubbed the silver-white halberd in his hand, feeling extremely depressed.

In the past, Sixth Senior Sister always had a smile on her face and had a bit of an eccentric temperament, but now that her master is in a state of death, everything seems to have changed.

"Boy, be more open-minded. Maybe your master will be able to return alive in a short time. Although it is the murderous intention of the emperor's soldiers, it is not the emperor himself who took action after all!" Ergouzi saw Mo Yang's sad expression and also spoke to comfort him.

Xia Fengliu came to Mo Yang. He didn't know how to comfort Mo Yang for this kind of thing, so he just patted Mo Yang heavily on the shoulder.

"You don't need to comfort me, I believe Master can survive." Mo Yang looked at Er Gouzi and Xia Fengliu and said.

Feng Rukong chose to leave alone, obviously deliberately, leaving a glimmer of hope for Qian Zong's disciples.

…

Two days later, Yu Yao finally woke up.

When Mo Yang entered the Star Emperor Tower, she stood in a daze under the Heavenly Dao Sacred Tree, as if she still couldn't believe that she was still alive.

She clearly remembered that day in Xuantian Holy Land, she destroyed her spiritual roots in an attempt to open a way for Mo Yang to survive. Then, an ancestor from the Holy Land shattered her meridians.

That kind of injury was more serious than the last time, and it was a fatal injury.

But when I woke up today, the meridians in my body were actually reshaped, and even my spiritual roots were undamaged and even fully activated.

The most important thing is that when she sensed it, she discovered that her cultivation had reached the peak of the third level of the Holy Realm. Not only that, there was actually a majestic power dormant in her body.

She could hardly believe it. This kind of thing seemed to her even more bizarre than a dream.

Mo Yang walked closer to her, and she noticed it and turned around to look at Mo Yang.

"This is not a dream!" Mo Yang spoke first.

Seeing the doubts on Yu Yao's face and the confusion in her eyes, Mo Yang knew what Yu Yao was thinking in her mind at the moment.

Anyone would doubt the authenticity of all this. Even Mo Yang knew that this time was a miracle. The right time, right place and right people were indispensable.

If the Holy Land elder hadn't intercepted them halfway, if he hadn't used the pill furnace to do it... many coincidences combined to create the Holy Emperor Pill.

Yu Yao stared at Mo Yang blankly, stretched out her hand to touch Mo Yang's face, and felt the warmth from her fingertips, she believed in her heart that the dream was indeed not a dream.

But she was still extremely puzzled as to what method Mo Yang used to not only restore her to the same state as before, but also directly reach the third level of the Holy Realm...

She was stunned, looked down at her hands, and then looked up at Mo Yang, the look of confusion on her face became even stronger.

"I made an elixir from the body of an ancestor of your Holy Land..."

Mo Yang didn't hide anything and told Yu Yao the whole story.

Yu Yao was stunned on the spot. When she heard Mo Yang suppress the opponent with the Imperial Tower, she finally understood that although the ancestor of the Holy Land had advanced cultivation, it was only for ordinary cultivators.

Because in front of the emperor-level power, the Holy Emperor is nothing at all.

There is a saying circulating in the cultivation world, which is specifically used to describe the power of the emperor level. All people below the emperor level are ants.

Mo Yang said it very concisely. When he said it at this time, his face was calm and relaxed, as if he was describing an ordinary thing. Only the murderous intention flashing in his eyes could tell the anger and anger in his heart. The danger of this war.

She looked at Mo Yang silently, with tears flashing in her eyes, and slowly stepped forward to lean on Mo Yang's chest, holding Mo Yang tightly.

"Don't worry, the two ancestors of Xuantian Holy Land have died. I will go find the Supreme Elder as soon as possible. You will be able to return to the Holy Land soon!" Mo Yang said softly.

Only at this time did his words reveal a trace of tenderness.

"I don't want to go back..." Yu Yao shook her head, recalling the mist-shrouded Saintess Peak, which now became an unhealable wound in her heart.

She never dreamed that it would be the ancestors of the Holy Land who would try every means to kill her in the end, and would even use her as a furnace. If she hadn't experienced this personally, she would never believe it.

"Don't worry, the Holy Land is safe. When you refine the power in your body, your cultivation should be able to reach the Small Perfection of the Holy Realm. By then, you may become the candidate for the next generation of Holy Master of Xuantian Holy Land!"

Mo Yang sighed, he knew Yu Yao wanted to leave with him, but now he didn't dare to do so.

Because he had too many enemies and too strong, he didn't have enough strength to protect her.

Now it is safest for Yu Yao to return to the Holy Land.

Yu Yao shook her head and hugged Mo Yang tightly. It was the first time she felt so lonely. She was originally a saint respected by the world, but after experiencing this incident in the Holy Land, she truly understood how dark human nature is.

Mo Yang sighed lightly. In the past few days, when he returned to the Central Territory, he vaguely heard some rumors about the Dao Sect. It seemed that a Holy Emperor in the Dao Sect had died.

This is news that came recently.

At the same time, the Dao Dao Sect faced numerous questioning glances from the cultivation world. They also spread the news that the leader of the Qian Sect, Feng Rukong, was severely wounded by the imperial soldiers in the Dao Dao Sect. Although he escaped, he will undoubtedly die.

There is no doubt that the fall of the Holy Emperor of Dao Dao Sect is directly related to Feng Rukong.

After the battle in the Xuantian Holy Land, Feng Rukong came directly to the Dao Sect and a war broke out. Although he left a terrifying murderous intention in his body and had to go into seclusion, the other party obviously paid a huge price.

Now that Mo Yang has no one to rely on, it is impossible for the Daoist Sect to let go of this opportunity. I am afraid that they will come to him at any time and will definitely try their best to kill him.

A few days later, at dusk, Mo Yang sneaked into the Xuantian Holy Land and met Wu Zhan on the Saintess Peak.

It’s just that Wu Zhan is much older than last time.

"senior!"

Mo Yang was a little surprised. He just wanted to explore the current situation in the Holy Land, but he didn't expect that Wu Zhan had already returned to the Holy Land.

"I've seen everything that happened that day!" Wu Zhan looked at Mo Yang with a complicated expression.

Mo Yang was stunned, then heard Wu Zhan continue to say: "I have been following him secretly, but I didn't dare to get too close. I saw you trapped in the cage formation that day, and I wanted to take action, but I rushed there When I was there, I never thought you could..."

"He must have died, right?" Wu Zhan paused and asked.

Mo Yang recovered from the shock and nodded.

"How is the saint doing now?"

When Wu Zhan mentioned the Saint, there was a hint of helplessness in his words, and a look of sadness on his brows.

"She has recovered!" Mo Yang regained his composure and said.

"You didn't lie to me?" Wu Zhan stared at Mo Yang, speaking hurriedly, with a look of shock in his eyes.

Yu Yao was so seriously injured that day that any other Holy Realm cultivator would have died on the spot.

Mo Yang just shook his head slightly and didn't say anything, nor did he mention the Yin-Yang Seal.

"That's good, just recover!" Wu Zhan said seriously, the joy on his face difficult to conceal.

Seeing the worry flashing in Mo Yang's eyes from time to time, he patted Mo Yang on the shoulder and said, "I have heard about your master. His cultivation level is still above mine, so you don't have to worry too much!"

Wu Zhan then sighed softly: "I am also going to retreat. I don't know when I will be able to leave. Your current situation is not good for you if you continue to stay... In my opinion, you should leave the Central Territory first to avoid it. !”

At this point, Wu Zhan frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said: "The matter between you and the Saint... Although your boy likes to cause trouble, he also values ​​love and justice. I will trust you when I leave the Saint to you!"

But Mo Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Why, you kid still doesn't want to?" Wu Zhan frowned.

If Mo Yang hadn't been interested in Yu Yao, he wouldn't have been able to disregard his own life, and he wouldn't have been able to stop the marriage between the Holy Land and the Mu family.

"I can't protect her now!"

Mo Yang spoke in a low voice.

"Then work hard to become stronger. You are still young. With your talent, in a few years, there will be few opponents on the mainland!" Wu Zhan said.

Mo Yang moved Yu Yao out of the Star Emperor Tower without saying anything.