The Evil Lord of All Realms

On the top of Qingfeng, the wine madman casually sat down on a piece of bluestone. His palm shook slightly, and the mud seal of the wine jar was blown away. He picked up the wine bottle and took a big sip into his mouth, and casually raised the tattered bottle. He wiped his sleeve to his mouth.

No matter who is here, seeing the appearance of the alcoholic madman, it is impossible to associate him with a strong man.

Because there is no trace of the demeanor that a strong man should have from the drunkard maniac.

However, Mo Yang was still a little uneasy at this time. He had been in the small courtyard with the mysterious strong man in front of him for so long, and he didn't even realize that this was actually a cultivator, and his cultivation was a bit scary. Mo Yang couldn't even guess what realm it was.

As for the division of cultivators' realms, those who reach the Great Sage Realm and above are the so-called Heavenly Saint Realms. Because there are too few strong men at this level on the Xuantian Continent, Mo Yang was not too clear about this realm in the past.

He still learned from the mouth of the Yaochi Saint, that there are nine levels of cultivation in every realm starting from the Great Saint Realm.

In this wilderness, there seem to be quite a few so-called Heavenly Saint Realm experts, and the alcoholic lunatic in front of him, according to Mo Yang’s most conservative estimate, is probably a strongman at the peak of the Heavenly Saint Realm, and may even have surpassed it. reached this state.

Although Mo Yang once had a good level of cultivation, the stronger his level of cultivation became, the more he became in awe of the rumored emperor, because it was too difficult to get to that point, and it could not be achieved with just talent and hard work. .

Mo Yang hesitated slightly and sat down not far from the drunkard. He also opened the mud seal and took a big gulp.

Then he said: "Senior, why are you helping me?"

Without waiting for the response from the drunk maniac, Mo Yang continued: "I think it's not just as simple as the senior who owes me a bottle of wine!"

The drunk maniac didn't respond after hearing this, then he raised the wine jar and poured a few sips of wine into his mouth, and then looked at Mo Yang.

The face was too ordinary, and the unkempt hair blocked his eyes, especially the beard, which had not been groomed for an unknown period of time, and looked very slovenly.

Seeing that the old man didn't speak, Mo Yang took a deep breath, and then said: "I always feel like I have known each other before, and I seem to have seen him somewhere before!"

The old man was silent for a moment, shook the wine jar in his hand slightly, and said, "I still owe you a bottle of wine!"

Mo Yang: "..."

This old man once drank a lot of wine, but he only recognized one bottle, and he felt that his character was a bit unsophisticated.

However, he did not dare to say anything more. He thought for a moment, and then said: "Senior, don't you worry about offending the Duan family when you take action today? The Duan family is powerful and has unfathomable background!"

The reason why Mo Yang said this was deliberately testing to see if he could get something out of the drunk maniac's mouth.

In fact, he also knew in his heart that with the cultivation of Drunken Madman, even if there were many strong men in the Duan family, they might not be able to do anything about him.

The drunk maniac seemed to see through Mo Yang's thoughts. The breeze swept by, and his disheveled hair was fluttering in the wind. You could clearly see him raising his eyebrows, and then he said lightly: "The Duan family will only suspect that you have something else in your body." No one knows that I came up with other killer tricks!”

Hearing the drunkard say this again, Mo Yang was still extremely speechless. Based on these words alone, the drunkard was like a rogue, throwing the blame directly on his head.

"Senior, aren't you worried that I will tell you?" Mo Yang frowned and said.

The drunk maniac didn't care at all and responded: "Even if you say it was me who did it, they can only hunt you down!"

Mo Yang: "..."

The implication of the drunkard maniac is that even if Mo Yang tells the truth, the Duan family will not be able to find him, or the Duan family will only capture Mo Yang alive as a threat.

Mo Yang sighed lightly and didn't speak again.

At this time, the alcoholic madman seemed to glance at Mo Yang silently, and then asked: "You have been to the Great Saint Realm, why did you lose your cultivation?"

After saying these words, Mo Yang's heart suddenly trembled. He has been hiding his own situation for so long since he came to the wilderness. So far, few people know his true situation. Many cultivators think that he is deliberately tempering himself, thus Don't use all your strength.

Even the few powerful men lurking in the imperial city probably didn't find out clearly, but the drunkard madman said this, and he had obviously understood the secret of Mo Yang's cultivation.

Before Mo Yang could speak, the drunkard madman continued: "Your Dao foundation is not damaged, but your cultivation has been taken away?"

Mo Yang's heart trembled again. Although his cultivation was not taken away by others, it was indeed taken away because those powers are now sealed in the Star Emperor Tower.

He was secretly shocked that this alcoholic lunatic's cultivation was indeed terrifying, that he could even guess this far.

Now that the other party has seen through it, there is no point in continuing to hide it. After a moment of silence, Mo Yang nodded and said: "Senior is right, my cultivation has indeed been taken away by others!"

Mo Yang was already shocked at first, but then the drunkard's words made him stunned.

The drunk maniac didn't ask any more questions about his cultivation, but changed the subject and said, "If my guess is correct, you should be from another continent!"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Yang's body suddenly stiffened.

Regarding his life experience and origin, too many cultivators want to know, and it is also a mystery to many cultivators. Many cultivators once speculated that he might come from Tiandao Sect.

Even among those talented people who had seen him in the ancient secret realm, no one knew that he came from other continents.

At this time, the drunk man suddenly said such a sentence, and one can imagine the shock in Mo Yang's heart.

Although the alcoholic madman saved him, Mo Yang did not want to expose this secret, because once the secret was exposed, if it spread, the consequences would be disastrous.

All enemies will have no worries, and when the time comes, he will face endless pursuit.

"Why did senior say that?"

Mo Yang asked in a deep voice. He was startled and alert. This old man was a little too scary. Could it be that the other party knew something? Or maybe they searched his memory without him realizing it?

"The wilderness used to be without you!"

The drunkard's response was extremely simple, but judging from his tone, he had always been calm. Even when he said that Mo Yang was from another continent, he had no unnecessary emotional fluctuations.

"You don't need to be nervous, I'm not interested in what you have on you, and I said I still owe you a bottle of wine!"

Seemingly seeing Mo Yang's vigilance, the alcoholic lunatic said this lightly.

Mo Yang didn't want to stay any longer. Although he was also very curious about the identity of the alcoholic madman, if he continued to stay, God knows what else this mysterious old man would say.

He bowed and saluted, and said: "This junior is seriously injured and needs to be healed as soon as possible. If there is nothing wrong with senior, I will take my leave!"

After speaking, Mo Yang turned around and left without waiting for the old man to speak.

Seeing Mo Yang leave in the air, a faint smile appeared on the corner of the drunk maniac's mouth, but then he sighed softly.

"My cultivation is completely lost, but my Taoist heart is not damaged. It's not bad..."

He seemed to be talking to himself, whispering this sentence.