The Evil Lord of All Realms

I don't know how far away from Suolong City, there is a barren mountain and wild ridge. The void trembles and then cracks. Duan Chenxiang falls out of the crack in the void.

He was also a little dazed at this time, and his eyes quickly scanned all directions. After confirming that this was still the wilderness, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Because at that moment he was also worried that he would be transported to other unknown and dangerous places, but feeling the aura flowing around him, he was still in the wilderness.

But after he looked carefully, he felt extremely angry because he was actually sent directly to the border of Zhongzhou.

Although this place is not a dangerous place, it is not a good place either, because it seems to be not far from the place where the Desolate Clan is rumored to live, and this place is a primitive dense forest with many terrifying ancient beasts dormant.

"You deserve to die, don't let me see you again, otherwise I will cut you into pieces!" Duan Chenxiang roared several times, causing the mountains in the distance to tremble.

Moreover, it seemed that the sound waves had alarmed the ferocious beasts dormant in the distance. There were actually several dull beast roars. The billowing sound waves were accompanied by waves of astonishing ferocious auras, which made Duan Chenxiang change his color.

In another place, a void portal emerged, and Mo Yang, Zhao Xiaoxiao and the Taoist saint came out.

Mo Yang sighed lightly and fought against Duan Chenxiang several times. He had to admit that this person was indeed very strong and extremely difficult to deal with. If he wanted to truly compete with him, his current cultivation level was far from enough.

The reason why he directly sent Duan Chenxiang away was because he saw that Duan Chenxiang was completely irritated. If he continued to attack, Duan Chenxiang would most likely use some of his most powerful weapons.

For Mo Yang, there is no need to fight with Duan Chenxiang now, and avoiding him is undoubtedly the best choice.

In fact, Duan Chenxiang didn't seem to want to fight to the end, but in full view of everyone, he didn't want to turn around and retreat.

Looking at the boundless night around him, Mo Yang said: "Let's stay here tonight!"

He walked to the foot of a green mountain not far away, picked up some dry branches, built a fire, and then lit it.

Zhao Xiaoxiao and the Taoist saint sat down around the fire. At this time, Zhao Xiaoxiao still felt a little confused in her mind. She was full of questions, but she didn't know how to ask.

"Where was Duan Chenxiang sent?" Zhao Xiaoxiao paused before asking.

The Taoist saint was naturally also confused. According to her understanding of Mo Yang, Duan Chenxiang was afraid that he would be sent to an unknown and dangerous place.

However, Mo Yang shook his head and said: "I don't know, but it's not too far. It's at most thousands of miles away from Dragon Lock City!"

"Wanli..."

Zhao Xiaoxiao was immediately stunned. Although for a strong person like Duan Chenxiang, a distance of thousands of miles seems to be nothing, but if he does not rely on teleportation methods and relies on his own strength to travel, he will not be able to come back in a day or two. of.

"Originally I wanted to send him farther away, but now I'm not very familiar with the formations on this chessboard!" Mo Yang sighed lightly and said.

The Taoist Saint was a little speechless, but this was really Mo Yang’s style of doing things.

"The peerless genius of the Duan family, a recognized genius in cultivation, was tricked by you and sent thousands of miles away for no reason. Now he is probably depressed to death..." Although Zhao Xiaoxiao said this, his big eyes were shining. Turning and looking excited.

"He doesn't want to fight me to the end, otherwise he wouldn't have ended the battle so easily tonight and sent him away. He has to thank me for finding a place for him to get off!" Mo Yang said.

Zhao Xiaoxiao was a little confused and said, "Why?"

It was clearly Duan Chenxiang who took action before, and it seemed that Duan Chenxiang had a strong murderous intention towards Mo Yang.

"Because he doesn't dare to gamble. He can't see through it, so he naturally has no confidence!" A sneer appeared on the corner of Mo Yang's mouth.

In the ancient secret realm, there were many geniuses who were fooled by him. Today, Duan Chenxiang and him fought each other. Although the two sides did not win or lose, the younger generation of cultivators should not easily embarrass him in the future.

For Mo Yang, this is a good thing.

Then Mo Yang didn't say anything else, silently closed his eyes and began to practice with concentration.

It is difficult to make breakthrough progress in understanding the formations on the ancient chessboard in a short period of time. Mo Yang also plans to put it aside for now. Now he just wants to make the true energy in his Dantian grow stronger as soon as possible, because that is what fundamental.

It should be very peaceful in the next period of time, which is a good time to practice.

As for the strongman's dojo Xu Qing mentioned, Mo Yang couldn't care about it now.

Four or five days passed in the blink of an eye. Mo Yang and the others did not inquire about news from the outside world. In the past few days, he had been sitting cross-legged and practicing, and the true energy in his body continued to grow. Under the guidance of the Star Emperor Sutra's Heart Method , the vitality of the surrounding world surged towards him like a tide.

But part of it was actually directly absorbed by the Star Emperor Tower, while the remaining part was refined in Mo Yang's body, turning into golden Qi and sinking in his Dantian.

All his previous cultivation experiences were forgotten by him, as if he were starting over from scratch. He felt every state carefully.

Although it had only been a few days, Mo Yang seemed to have changed into a different person. The Taoist Saint and Zhao Xiaoxiao also meditated and practiced most of the time, but they could not calm down at all.

Because there was too much movement in Mo Yang's place, in addition to the strong vitality of heaven and earth that was constantly gathering, the aura on Mo Yang's body was also constantly changing.

Mo Yang was meditating on the Hua Zi Scroll, and sometimes the aura coming out of him was like a mighty river, rushing thousands of miles, and sometimes it was like a gurgling stream, like the simplicity after all the pomp and circumstance.

"Sister, what exactly is this guy practicing and why is it so weird?" Zhao Xiaoxiao asked the Taoist Saint several times.

But in the face of all this, the Taoist Saint couldn't calm down except that she couldn't say anything.

Her knowledge of Mo Yang was also very limited. As for the skills that Mo Yang practiced, she didn't know. She only knew that Mo Yang seemed to have obtained the secret technique of the Six-Character Scroll, and also practiced the ancient magic skills of the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons.

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A few days passed in the blink of an eye, and Mo Yang suddenly opened his eyes. As he sat cross-legged, he felt a pair of eyes peeping in the dark.

But he opened his eyes and looked around, but he didn't find any figure.

Mo Yang's face gradually became serious. There seemed to be a strong man nearby. Because he concentrated on sensing, he couldn't catch the other person's breath or traces, but his intuition told him that someone was secretly there.

"Senior, since you are here, why don't you come out and see me!"

Mo Yang did not stand up, but spoke calmly.

Zhao Xiaoxiao and the Taoist saint were both startled. They looked around hurriedly and found an old man standing on a hill not far away.