The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang's body was covered in blood, as if possessed by a demon, and his body flew out dozens of feet away. He stood there with a crazy look in his eyes.

There was originally a vision of the spiritual palace, but he didn't use it. Instead, he directly went head-to-head with the strong men of the third level of the Holy King...

Everyone in the city had been awakened, and everyone retreated far away.

Confrontations between Saint King Realm experts are extremely rare in this era, not to mention that tonight besides Mo Yang, five of them appeared at the same time.

Although everyone was wearing loose black robes and it was unknown what force they came from, there was no doubt that there was a powerful force behind them.

But what everyone couldn't believe was that the Holy King who was the first to attack Mo Yang was shot twice by Mo Yang with his bow. His life and death were unknown for a long time, and he never appeared again after barely meeting him.

"Mo Yang is so young, how can he be so strong in cultivation? He can monopolize several Saint Kings with ease!"

Many cultivators retreated to a distance to watch the battle. They became more and more frightened as they watched the battle over the city.

"Forget it about Mo Yangqiang. Don't talk about it now. I heard that he killed a peak holy king with one sword in Luoyang City. This son is too mysterious. I don't know what kind of killer is hidden in him. His combat power cannot be measured by common sense!"

"What I can't understand the most is that a dog can actually fight with the Holy King inextricably... What kind of world is this? Damn people are really inferior to dogs!"

Some cultivators had been watching the confrontation between Er Gouzi and the first-order holy king, and their hearts were greatly shocked.

"Brother, please see clearly, that is not a dog!" a cultivator reminded.

"Whoever says it's not a dog, it's a dog!"

"I'm not going to lie to you, this is indeed not a dog. I heard that this is a mythical beast. When I think about it, it seems to be the Tengu clan from ancient times!"

"The Tengu clan? That's not even a dog..."

Several young cultivators actually quarreled over Er Gouzi's true identity and became red-faced.

The battle at Ergouzi really exceeded everyone's expectations, because after dozens of rounds of fighting, the first-order holy king gradually fell behind.

But in the end, no one could do anything to anyone, and the battle just kept going back and forth, and it was a stalemate.

It’s just that the first-order holy king has already been complaining. If he had known, he would rather have a few encounters with Mo Yang than get entangled with this dead dog.

Because this dog is so weird, he has been spitting out sweet scents from the beginning of the battle to this day, greeting all his eighteen generations of ancestors.

These words are okay, but the key is that this dog is also ridiculously strong.

At first, he was repulsed several times, but after fighting for dozens of rounds, Ergouzi took out a treasure pill and drank it, and immediately became lively again.

"Steamed buns, do you accept it?" Ergouzi put his paws on his hips and was so arrogant that he had nothing to say.

"Beast, I obey you!" The first-order holy king couldn't stand it any longer, and began to spit out sweet scents and spat at Ergouzi.

"Damn it... can you ever scold me? Do you believe I'll get over it after scolding you?"

"Believe it or not, my uncle scolded your mother so much tonight that she didn't even dare to recognize you?"

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"boom!"

Then the war broke out again.

Listening to Er Gouzi's words, even Mo Yang was extremely speechless. Facing this weirdo, the first-order holy king could only admit that he was unlucky.

Among the crowd of people watching from a distance, there were countless cultivators with dark faces. They were all completely numb after hearing the words. The words spouted from Ergouzi's mouth were lingering around like a curse, constantly echoing in their minds. .

As for Mo Yang, after fighting with the third-level holy king, the aura on his body became stronger and stronger.

In the pitch-black night, a figure silently appeared behind Mo Yang.

The faint shadow was tall and majestic. Although it was not solid, its eyes were filled with brilliance, like two stars.

"You have actually perfected the ancient magic technique!" The third-level holy king stared at Mo Yang and spoke, his voice was cold, but the surprise in his tone was also strong.

"Is it enough to kill you?"

However, these four words were the only thing that responded to him.

Mo Yang stood there, the zhenqi in his body had already turned into blood red, and he exuded a great pressure. Standing there, coupled with the tall shadow behind him, gave people an unimaginable pressure. .

The other two second-level holy kings also came to the third-level holy king at this time, and the three of them faced Mo Yang from a distance.

Feeling the aura coming from Mo Yang's body, the expressions of the two second-level holy kings changed several times, and they actually wanted to retreat.

The aura exuding from Mo Yang was too heavy. If the aura of cultivation had not been there, everyone would have thought that Mo Yang was a peak holy king.

"How could the aura on his body be so terrifying!" A black-clothed strongman of the second level of the Holy King said in surprise.

Mo Yang's cultivation was only at the first level of the Saint King Realm, but the aura coming out at this time was surprisingly strong.

"The ancient demonic skills are famous for their ferocious power. This set of skills is very strange. You two should be careful!" The third-level holy king said in a deep voice.

As he spoke, he turned his palm, and a scroll appeared in his hand, and then he punched Mo Yang fiercely.

"boom……"

At this moment, the sky above the city suddenly became turbulent. The scroll flew towards Mo Yang and slowly unfolded. The dazzling brilliance came out in an instant, reflecting the deep sky like daylight.

A terrifying aura surged out from the scroll like a tide.

In the distance, Ergouzi shivered. The vertical eyes between his brows shot out two rays of light one after another, piercing the body of the first-order holy king. Then he hurriedly raised his head and looked into the deep sky.

"The breath of the Holy Emperor..."

It murmured in surprise and hurriedly said to Mo Yang: "Boy, retreat quickly, the Holy Emperor's methods are sealed here, don't touch it head-on!"

Because at this time, Mo Yang was using all his strength to perform the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons. At this time, Mo Yang's heart was too full of fighting spirit and his murderous intention was very strong, so he would probably have a head-on confrontation.

"snort!"

The third-level holy king snorted heavily, raised his hand and flicked out another scroll.

Just like the scroll just now, it unfolded in mid-air, emitting a dazzling brilliance, and unparalleled pressure enveloped all directions in an instant. This scroll also revealed a terrifying pressure of the Holy Emperor.

The onlookers in the distance exclaimed again and again, and now many people hurriedly chose to fly back. The vast aura coming from the deep space was too terrifying and creepy, as if the sky was collapsing.

Mo Yang could no longer retreat at this time. Two scrolls were unfolded, blocking his retreat. On the left, the figures of two second-level holy kings were blocking there, and on the right, the third-level holy king was holding a scroll. Standing in battle.

"You are indeed stronger than we expected, but you are still going to die tonight!" The third-level holy king has recovered from his injuries. He stared at Mo Yang, holding up a long sword with a cold light in his hand, pointing at Mo Yang from a distance. !