The Evil Lord of All Realms

A few drops of strong liquor falling from the old flask turned into several peerless swords in an instant. This scene was undoubtedly extremely shocking.

Especially Mo Yang, who was standing there blankly at this moment.

This is truly turning decay into magic. It is similar to the last volume of the six-character secret technique he practiced. It gives extraordinary power to ordinary things. Not everyone can do this.

The old man took action very slowly, and all his movements fell into Mo Yang's eyes. He stared at the few drops of strong wine.

When the strong man of the Duan family, who was fixed in mid-air, saw this scene, his eyes showed a strong look of panic. Looking at the few drops of falling liquor, he struggled violently, trying to break free of his imprisoned body.

He tried his best, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move at all. He could only watch as the sword edge formed by a few drops of strong alcohol pierced his body.

In an instant, a piercing roar spread in all directions, and the rolling sound waves shook the distant peaks.

In addition to fear, there was anger in the voice, and even more pain.

Strings of bright blood drops splashed out from his body, and those sword blades penetrated through his body, as if all the life essence from his body was drained out in an instant, and the aura exuding from his body instantly Much of it was weakened.

At first glance, it gives people a feeling of mental lethargy, as if they have gone from a prime of life to an old age in an instant.

"It's very helpless. I have no intention of being contaminated by the dust of the world, but after all, I can't detach myself from the world, and I end up being burdened by the world!"

When the alcoholic maniac said such a sentence, his words were still so calm, and there was no trace of any emotion.

He lowered his head and looked down at the strong man of the Duan family, but did not take action. It could be seen that he seemed to be hesitating whether to kill or not.

Mo Yang knew very well that with the methods that the drunkard maniac had just shown, if he really wanted to kill this strong man of the Duan family, it would be easy.

After all, you can severely injure the opponent with just a few drops of strong alcohol. If you want to kill him, it's probably just a matter of raising your hand.

The cultivation level of the two seems to be not at the same level at all, and there is even a huge gap.

"If you kill me, you will be doomed in the future. No matter how strong you are, you will be hunted to death by the Duan family!" The strong man of the Duan family was like a dying person looking back at the light, struggling to raise his head and look towards him. The drunk maniac roared.

The drunk maniac looked very calm. After hearing this, he glanced at Mo Yang and said, "You came after him and you fell here. No one knows that it was me who did it!"

Hearing this sentence, Mo Yang was confused. Why did he feel that something was wrong? Was this putting the blame on his head?

If it weren't for the alcoholic lunatic's cultivation that was so strong that it was hard to predict, Mo Yang would probably have scolded his mother.

He didn't expect that the alcoholic lunatic would say such a thing.

Because Mo Yang could hear the implication of the drunkard's words, the strong men of the Duan family fell after chasing him. Even if the Duan family pursues him in the future, they will only chase him, Mo Yang, and no one will know that it was the drunkard who did it.

The strong man of the Duan family obviously did not expect that the alcoholic lunatic would say such a sentence. He was also stunned, and then looked at Mo Yang with cold eyes and mocked: "Then sooner or later he will be crushed to ashes, aren't you? Do you want to save him?"

"I said that I only owed him a bottle of wine, and this time I paid for it!" The wine maniac said calmly.

Mo Yang: "..."

"Let's hit the road!"

After the drunkard finished speaking, he spoke in a low voice. He hung the broken wine bottle on his waist, then raised his hand to cover it and dropped it.

Mo Yang's mind was tense. It was rare to see such a strong person take action. If he could gain some understanding, maybe observing this battle would be an opportunity, even if the drunk madman just took action at will.

Everything seemed very ordinary, because there was no sound, no overwhelming pressure, and no murderous intention. The drunk maniac turned his hand and pressed it down, just like a leaf falling.

However, after a moment, Mo Yang's pupils shrank violently, and the void collapsed silently, and the chaotic mist surged. With just a slight press of his fallen palm, the strong man of the Duan family let out a terrified scream, Then the body collapsed without warning.

On the Xuantian Continent, Mo Yang killed too many powerful enemies, too many cultivators died in his hands, and experienced too many bloody scenes. But after witnessing such scenes, his heart still beat violently and he breathed. They couldn't help but become anxious.

Mo Yang had thought before that if the alcoholic madman wanted to take action, it might not be difficult to kill this strong man of the Duan family, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

He casually flipped his palm down and crushed the opponent's body to pieces.

And there seemed to be an invisible force shrouding it. After the body of the strong man from the Duan family collapsed, although every piece of flesh and every drop of blood was trembling, a bright blood-colored brilliance was revealed, accompanied by a strong life. The breath filled the air.

But the terrible thing is that they can't be reshaped together.

For cultivators, once they reach the realm of saints, they can be reborn with broken arms and broken bodies. If the soul power is immortal, they can also reshape their bodies, let alone a strong man who has surpassed the great saint realm.

But it happened right before our eyes.

There was no change in the expression on the drunk maniac's face. He was as calm as he could be, and then he raised his hand and waved.

There seemed to be thousands of huge waves rolling up in mid-air. At this moment, Mo Yang finally felt the terrifying aura, which made his heart tremble.

"Let's break up!"

Three words spat out from the mouth of the alcoholic maniac, and the strong man of the Duan family let out a series of shrill roars. The brilliance of his flesh and blood dimmed rapidly, and most of it was evaporated by the terrifying power in the blink of an eye.

In just a few breaths, the screams gradually became weaker and then disappeared completely.

The broken pieces of flesh seemed to turn into dust, scattered into fly ash and carried away by the wind.

Mo Yang witnessed the whole process with his own eyes, and even though he was just watching, he felt suffocated.

He couldn't imagine what kind of power it was that could wipe out a strong man who had surpassed the Great Saint Realm in such a short period of time, and even his soul power was completely wiped out.

A few wisps of breeze swept by, and the air returned to calm. The strong man from the Duan family left no traces as if he had formed his formation out of thin air.

After regaining consciousness, Mo Yang took a few deep breaths, then looked at the drunk maniac, hesitated for a moment, bowed and said, "Thank you, senior!"

"Any more wine?"

The drunken maniac's disheveled hair blocked his eyes again, and he said these words.

Mo Yang was stunned for a moment, then took out a jar of old wine from the ring and threw it at the drunkard.

"I didn't expect that the senior was actually a powerful man hiding in the world of mortals. The junior was blind and didn't recognize him before!" Mo Yang continued.

The drunk maniac didn't respond, he grabbed the wine jar that Mo Yang threw away in his hand, then walked forward step by step, and landed on the top of a green peak.

Mo Yang frowned slightly, took out a jar of wine, and then flew into the air towards the wine madman.