The Evil Lord of All Realms

At this time, Mo Yang was really like an ancient god and demon, relying on the condensed vision of the spiritual palace to withstand the lightning of heaven's punishment. Under the thunder that made the Holy King pale in horror, he seemed to be in a state of no one.

At this time, he flew down from mid-air, trampled the first-order holy king of Dao Dao Sect under his feet, and looked down at him condescendingly.

“I’m not afraid of the whole world’s enemies, so why should I be afraid of whether the cultivation world can tolerate me?”

Mo Yang then spoke: "Your Dao Sect has issued a killing order and vowed to kill me. Since you are here, you must be prepared to be killed!"

After saying these two words, before the other party could say anything, Mo Yang suddenly exerted force at his feet, directly breaking the first-order holy king's body into pieces.

Although the thunder tribulation has not yet ended, Mo Yang's strength has already increased significantly, and it has undergone earth-shaking changes compared to before the thunder tribulation came.

"You're going too far!" The first-order holy king was extremely frightened. He was really scared, because Mo Yang was so powerful at this time that he could crush him.

Because he seemed to have no power to resist in front of Mo Yang at this time, and he didn't even have the strength to resist.

"Let's send you on your way!"

Mo Yang spoke indifferently, and then raised his hand to shake it into the creation furnace and forcibly refine it.

Amidst the rumbling thunder, shrill roars resounded in all directions, causing scalp numbness to countless cultivators.

The cultivators who retreated to a distance watched this scene helplessly. Many of their faces turned pale, and chills ran down their spines.

I don't know how long it took, but the roar disappeared. At this time, even the punishment from heaven seemed to have begun to weaken, and the sound of the falling thunder was no longer as powerful as before.

"boom……"

At this time, in the lightning, the golden vision around Mo Yang's body finally couldn't hold on anymore and was directly shaken away by a bolt of lightning.

Many people discovered at this time that Mo Yang's face was pale and blood had already flowed from the corner of his mouth, because his chest had been dyed golden with blood.

No doubt he was hurt, too.

"He must have been holding on with all his strength before, in order to shock everyone. At this time, his true energy is exhausted, and the strange phenomena in the spiritual palace cannot be stimulated in a short time. Everyone takes advantage of the opportunity and must not give him a chance to breathe!" The cultivator spoke.

"Mo Yang has been seriously injured. The true energy in his body has been exhausted and he is at the end of his strength. How long will it take if we don't take action now!"

"The time to seize the Star King Tower is now!"

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As the discussion gradually became louder, cultivators from all walks of life began to become restless.

Mo Yang didn't say anything, and sat down cross-legged on the spot. Facing the thunder that continued to fall, he did not try to avoid it, but silently ran the Holy Script to heal his injuries.

Indeed, in order to support the spiritual palace vision, the true energy in his body had been exhausted.

It's just that although many cultivators are ready to take action, no one dares to be the first to take action.

Mo Yang sat there cross-legged, and as the Holy Script scroll circulated, an ocean-like blood flow emanated from his body.

Because this lightning disaster has not yet ended, Mo Yang can only deal with it in this way. Although every falling lightning is enough to hurt him, the Holy Script Scroll keeps running and the injuries can be healed in the shortest time.

Time passed by, and although no one among the cultivators made a direct move towards Mo Yang, several figures were slowly approaching Mo Yang.

The movements of the thunder tribulation became weaker and weaker. Finally, with a few rumbling sounds, the white light in the deep sky weakened rapidly, and the world gradually returned to calm.

Mo Yang looked extremely scary at this time. He sat there silently, his whole body was like a piece of black coal, his robes seemed to have been chopped into ashes by the last few lightning bolts, and his body was also burnt black.

It was eerily quiet here, with countless eyes looking at Mo Yang, observing his condition and judging his remaining combat power and the extent of his injuries.

"Do it!"

I don't know who made a low cry, and two figures immediately rushed towards Mo Yang. The speed was incredibly fast, and they rushed in front of Mo Yang in almost the blink of an eye.

The two people's movements were not sloppy at all, and the two sharp swords radiating cold light suddenly stabbed towards Mo Yang's head.

But at this moment, time seemed to have suddenly stopped.

Because the movements of the two people froze in an instant, their bodies froze in place, and the two sharp swords were only a slight distance away from Mo Yang's head, but they stopped there strangely.

"puff……"

Then, one of them's head suddenly burst open, a golden beam of light passed through his head, and a large amount of blood surged into the sky.

As for the other person, his head rolled down from his neck...

All this was so sudden. Mo Yang was sitting there cross-legged before, his body was charred and black, and he clearly didn't move at all.

No one even saw clearly how he took action.

Although the ones who took action did not reach the Saint King realm, they were two strong men who had completed the Saint realm, and they died in an instant.

After the two bodies fell down, everyone saw that Mo Yang opened his left eye at some point, as if there was golden divine light flowing inside.

There is no doubt that the golden beam of light just burst out from his left eye.

At this moment, Mo Yang finally moved. As he moved, there were crackling sounds all over his body. The charred skin cracked like a piece of broken armor, and then the fragments collapsed one after another.

Everyone's eyes were dazzled, Mo Yang had already stood up and wrapped himself in a brand new robe.

"How is it possible? Has he completely recovered?" someone exclaimed, with a strong tone of disbelief in his voice.

Because at this moment Mo Yang stood up, exuding a great pressure, and the blood energy around him was so powerful that it shocked everyone.

Not only did he not look injured at all, but he looked like he was in peak condition.

"It's over. This lunatic has entered the realm of the Holy King. Who can cure him..." The cultivator who had been holding on to a trace of luck before dared to stop now. Dozens of figures flew back into the distance at high speeds. .

I'm afraid that if I stay, I'll lose my life here.

Mo Yang glanced calmly, then looked away, without moving to pursue him.

He calmly glanced around, and according to his senses, there was more than one Holy King hidden in the secret, and there was even more than one strong man of the second level of the Holy King.

"boom……"

At this moment, a breath suddenly emerged, and then an eight-story stone tower appeared in everyone's sight.

Mo Yang glanced around, then reached the sky above the canyon in a flash, then raised his hand to pick up the ancient chessboard from the canyon.

"Aren't you going to kill me to get the treasure? The treasures are all here, who wants them?"

Mo Yang's words were very calm, and there was no hint of murderous intent.

But at this moment, the four sides that were noisy before suddenly fell silent.

I don't know how many cultivators were staring at the eight-story stone tower, but no one dared to take a step forward.

Although the stone tower was suspended there quietly, the aura that came out of it made everyone feel terrified.