The Evil Lord of All Realms

Late at night, the cultivators gathered outside the inn where Mo Yang lived dispersed. Mo Yang sat cross-legged in front of the window alone, with images of his previous fight with the Taoist Saint Son flashing through his mind.

Although the Holy Son of the Dao Sect was almost killed by him, it had to be said that the Holy Son of the Dao Sect was the one with the strongest cultivation among his peers that he had ever seen.

And because the Taoist Holy Son at that time only wanted to kill him with the sword as soon as possible, many of the most powerful Taoist holy techniques had not yet had time to be used.

"Taomen, it's really scary..." Mo Yang sighed softly.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. He was suddenly startled and stood up suddenly to look behind him.

In the inn, there was a person standing.

Under the moonlight that shines through the window, the figure's face is very old. You can clearly see the wrinkles and the gray temples...

Mo Yang's mind became tense instantly. He didn't even notice when this person entered the house.

It's really like a ghost, silent and silent.

No need to think about Mo Yang to know that this old man must be an unparalleled powerhouse!

With his current cultivation level of the third level of the Holy King Realm, he did not immediately notice the arrival of the other party. It can be imagined that the other party's cultivation level has obviously exceeded the Holy King Realm, and is not even an ordinary Holy King Realm.

"Are you from the Taoist sect?"

Mo Yang calmly took a few steps back, stared at the old man and asked coldly.

At this time, a mysterious strong man suddenly visited, and Mo Yang naturally thought of Taoism for the first time!

Because when he returned to Luoyang City this time, he deliberately exposed his whereabouts in order to spread the news through the mouths of many cultivators and divert the Taoist sect's attention to Luoyang City.

"Junior, I'm not here to kill you tonight!"

After a few breaths of silence, the old man spoke.

Mo Yang frowned slightly, stared at the old man warily, and said in a deep voice: "Then why are you here?"

Although the other party did not respond clearly, he obviously acquiesced in the identity of a strong Taoist man. This person was indeed a member of the Taoist sect.

"You kidnapped my Taoist saint, I came here just to take the saint away!" The old man seemed to be staring at Mo Yang, and there seemed to be wisps of light flowing in his eyes.

After hearing this, Mo Yang sneered immediately and said, "You asked me to let your Taoist saint go? You took her away and then hunted me down without any scruples?"

The old man stood there silently and said, "You know the consequences of being an enemy of the Taoist sect. It's enough for you to die. Why involve others!"

"If you don't return the Saint, all the forces related to you will disappear from the mainland!"

The old man spoke calmly, but his words contained endless threats.

The smile on Mo Yang's face did not diminish, and he said coldly: "Old guy, you are a lot older and your tone is not small. You keep claiming that you want to crush all the forces related to me. I want to ask, does this also include the Yaochi Holy Land? ?”

Mo Yang clearly saw a strange color flashing in the old man's eyes.

After a moment of silence, the old man said: "The ancient holy land of Yaochi is uncontaminated by the secular world. It has been so since ancient times. What does it have to do with you?"

"Haha, your Taoist sect is really good at bullying the weak and fearing the strong!" Mo Yang's words were full of ridicule.

The Taoist master even suffered a big loss at the hands of the Yaochi Saint before, and was almost wiped out by the Yaochi Saint with a raised hand and an imperial inscription, but now he never mentioned it.

"I heard that you are from Qianzong and have eight senior brothers and sisters?" The old man changed the subject and suddenly said this.

Mo Yang's face immediately turned cold. He knew very well that this old guy was obviously threatening him, threatening him with the lives of senior brothers and sisters from Qianzong!

"I heard before that you originally came from the west of the mainland, from a small sect called Lingxu Sect!"

Before Mo Yang could speak, the old man continued.

Immediately afterwards, the old man spoke again: "Also, it is said that the Sword Master of Sword Mountain once helped you, and the Saintess of Xuantian Holy Land in the Central Region has an unusual relationship with you!"

The old man took a few steps forward as he spoke, with a smile on his old face.

In a few simple sentences, all the forces related to Mo Yang were mentioned. This was not to know about Mo Yang's past, but to threaten Mo Yang.

The implication is obvious, if Mo Yang does not let go of the Taoist Saint, these forces will be destroyed...

Even Xuantian Holy Land, even Sword Mountain!

Seeing Mo Yang's gloomy expression, the old man chuckled and said, "Some people in the cultivation world call you crazy, but you are just crazy, not stupid. You should know what I mean!"

Mo Yang stared at the old man. After a moment, he loosened his clenched fists and said, "Aren't you worried that the Taoist sect will be destroyed because of this?"

There was a trace of ridicule in the old man's eyes, and he sneered: "With the incomplete imperial tower on your body?"

"You seem to have some misunderstandings about the Taoist sect's background. Imperial soldiers, my Taoist sect also has them!"

The old man looked at Mo Yang, the mockery on his face getting stronger and stronger, as if he was looking at a clown.

Mo Yang fell silent. After a moment, he sighed and said, "I can take you to see her!"

"Oh, junior, do you want to take the opportunity to trap me with the Imperial Tower?" The wrinkles on the old man's face were trembling. He stared at Mo Yang. There was a flash of light in his palm, and a ray of energy suddenly appeared, making Mo Yang The Yang heart trembled violently.

Because it was an emperor-level pressure!

"I would like to see if the Imperial Tower you control can block this Imperial Weapon in my hand!" The old man sneered.

A flash of madness flashed in Mo Yang's eyes, and he said: "The saint was sealed by me with the ancient magic circle. I only know how to cast it, but I can't remove the magic circle!"

The smile on the old man's face faded and he stared at Mo Yang with squinted eyes.

Although he felt that it might be Mo Yang's trap, he also knew that the skills that Mo Yang practiced were indeed miraculous. Many of the skills were not recorded in ancient books. Even the movement skills that Mo Yang used before seemed to have been lost long ago. The Xingzi Scroll in the Six-Character Scroll Secret Technique!

"I, Mo Yang, am responsible for everything I do. You can come against me for my enmity with your Taoist sect. I hope that after you take the saint away, you will not attack other forces!" Mo Yang said with a lonely look.

At this time, Mo Yang's expression was obviously fake, and his words were also deliberate, but in fact, there was endless murderous intent in his heart.

"Hehe, as you wish!"

A sneer flashed across the old man's face. He had the Imperial Armament in his hand. Even if Mo Yang cheated, he was not worried because he firmly believed that the power of the Imperial Armament he mobilized would be stronger than Mo Yang's tower.

Then Mo Yang urged the Star Emperor Tower, deliberately slowing down, and a great attraction emerged, swallowing the old man and him up instantly.

The two of them went directly to the fifth floor of the Star King Tower.

When he came here, a strange color appeared on the old man's face, because the place was gray and there was an invisible sense of weirdness.

On the wall of the stone tower next to him, there was a lifelike portrait. After glancing at it, his expression had changed.

"Crash..."

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of chains coming from the front.