The Evil Lord of All Realms

The divine fortune teller's words caused the Supreme Elder's expression to change again, and Yu Yao's heart was also stirred up. .\\nCOM

Obviously, the divine fortune teller was deducing Mo Yang, but he actually suffered a backlash.

Yu Yao couldn't figure out what this strong man had seen, that he would say such words, and that a peerless figure who was on par with the Supreme Elder would show such a shocked look.

According to her understanding of Mo Yang, there are indeed many secrets hidden in Mo Yang, and his identity seems to be more than just a disciple of a small sect, but that seems to be it. In any case, Mo Yang's cultivation is there.

In Xuantian Continent, a world where martial arts is respected, cultivation is the best interpretation of a person. Strong cultivation means strong, because the weak eat the strong. Only by being strong can one go further and live longer.

Yu Yao really couldn't think of anything unusual about Mo Yang.

As she frowned and thought, the divine fortune teller coughed a few more times, and scarlet blood continued to flow down the corners of his mouth. He seemed to have aged several years in an instant. In addition to shock, there was also a feeling of saying no in his eyes. He looked tired.

Obviously, the Supreme Elder couldn't calm down either. After the fortune teller's expression calmed down a little, he said, "Are you really unable to see anything?"

The fortune teller raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He was silent for half a minute before speaking: "There was only chaos, but just now I felt a gaze staring at me..."

After speaking, he shook his head, closed his eyes and fell silent.

The floating peaks became quiet again, and wisps of breeze swept by. After a long time, the Supreme Elder waved his hand to Yu Yao and said: "Go back, don't mention this matter to others!"

Yu Yao could only nod and retreat. She didn't dare to ask any more questions. To be precise, she didn't know how to ask because she really couldn't figure it out.

After Yu Yao left, the fortune teller opened his eyes. He glanced in the direction Yu Yao left and said, "I can't see the fate of that little guy, but I can see the fate of your saint. Some, there may be a lot of entanglements with him in the future, which may be a disaster for your Holy Land, or maybe..."

The Supreme Elder frowned and asked, "What if we wipe him out now?"

The divine fortune teller shook his head and said: "Why don't you get involved? Cause and effect are unpredictable. Everything has its own destiny and cannot be controlled by human power... Just let him go. Who can really see through what will happen in the future..."

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In the attic, Mo Yang lay leisurely on a wicker chair and drank tea. He meditated for a few days. He seemed to have some vague understanding of the word scroll, and he was in a good mood.

After Yu Yao left the peak where the Supreme Elder lived in seclusion, she did not return to Saintess Peak, but went directly to Mo Yang's residence.

She stood outside the attic, silently looking at Mo Yang, frowning from time to time. No matter how she felt or looked at him, she still couldn't see anything unusual about Mo Yang.

Mo Yang in the attic frowned at this moment, and looked outside the attic. When he saw it was Yu Yao, he immediately laughed and said: "I thought who was spying on me secretly, it turned out to be the saint." Sister, if the saint sister is interested in me, you can just look at it openly and openly, I have no objection!"

After Yu Yao regained consciousness, her cheeks were slightly red, and then she glared at Mo Yang, but she did not retreat, but she flashed and entered the attic directly.

"Sister Saint, are you here to thank me?" Mo Yang stood up from the wicker chair and called out "Sister Saint" so smoothly that Yu Yao became numb.

Yu Yao glanced at Mo Yang with a complicated expression. With Mo Yang's current ruthless nature, he didn't look like a cultivator with status and background, but more like a market scoundrel.

"You really have no master?" Yu Yao spoke after a few breaths.

Mo Yang was stunned for a moment, then his expression remained unchanged and he smiled: "Guess!"

Yu Yao was speechless for a moment. She asked so seriously, but Mo Yang was so perfunctory. Guess your sister, she almost wanted to curse.

"I just don't understand where the Emperor's treasure in you comes from!"

Mo Yang frowned slightly after hearing this, glanced at Yu Yao, and then sat back on the wicker chair.

"I said I got it by chance, do you believe it?"

"I'm just curious about your identity!"

Mo Yang was speechless and said: "Identity? Don't you know my identity clearly? I am just an orphan. I was picked up by my master ten years ago and he took me back to Lingxu Sect to practice. You must have already known these things. Have you investigated it?"

Regarding his information, the two powerful men must have asked the elders of Lingxu Sect when they went to Lingxu Sect to deliver him alchemy ingredients.

"To tell you the truth, the Emperor Tree on Saintess Peak has undergone several mutations before, and it was after you came to Xuantian Holy Land!" After Yu Yao finished speaking, she looked at Mo Yang silently.

"Well, isn't this the secret of your Holy Land? Why do you want to tell me?" Mo Yang pretended to be confused.

In fact, he knew very well that the change Yu Yao mentioned should have happened when the mysterious wave interacted with the Star Emperor Tower several times before.

Yu Yao glanced at Mo Yang silently, without saying anything or asking any questions. She turned around and walked out of the attic. She only spoke when she reached the door: "There may be many powerful people visiting the Holy Land in the past few days. , if you don’t want your secret to be revealed, just stay in the attic!"

Mo Yang stood in front of the window, watching Yu Yao's retreating figure, and muttered: "I didn't expect this little girl to care about people..."

He then sighed softly: "Identity... Haha, why don't I want to know my life experience..."

Regarding his life experience, Mo Yang wants to know more than anyone else. He once guessed that he may have an extraordinary status, and his parents may be powerful men. Apart from other things, he has an imperial tower in his body, which is the best. It proved that the imperial tower was obviously left to him on purpose, as well as the so-called power against heaven and the inheritance of heavenly law, which he has not yet understood yet.

The Holy Land seemed to be very peaceful in the following days, and Mo Yang did not leave the attic. However, on this day, several people came outside the attic.

There were five people in the group, one girl and four attendants.

"Hey, little brother, I'm looking for your saint, please go and inform me!"

The group of people saw Mo Yang standing at the front window of the second floor of the attic, and the girl spoke to Mo Yang from afar.

Mo Yang frowned and looked around, and when he saw a girl who was younger than him, she was still looking at him with a smile, and he immediately became unhappy.

younger brother? Don't you call me brother?

It was obvious that this group of people seemed to have just arrived at Xuantian Holy Land, and they were obviously not from Xuantian Holy Land. Judging from their clothes and their words, they should be from some powerful force.

Mo Yang glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze. He didn't want to cause trouble out of thin air, and Yu Yao usually lived in seclusion on the Saintess Peak. He had to have someone to guide him when he went there. There were restrictions everywhere on the Saintess Peak.