The Evil Lord of All Realms

After the old monster finished speaking, he continued: "The Jiang family's strength is extraordinary and cannot be matched by the Duan family. Since they sent their divine guards to kill you, they must be determined to kill you. If they don't succeed once, they will do it again." There is a second and third time, if you want to survive, you should stay with your master!"

Mo Yang was originally thinking about other things, but when he heard the old monster's words, he was stunned.

Master?

What the hell...

Although Drunkard had saved him several times, there was no other connection between the two, and Drunkard never talked about accepting him as his disciple. When did he become his master?

"Master? Did the old guy say it himself?" Mo Yang asked with a frown.

The old monster had a look of confusion on his face and said, "Is it because he accepted you as his disciple and you haven't agreed yet?"

"I met him half a month ago, and he called you his disciple. I thought you..."

Mo Yang frowned. The alcoholic madman had never called him this when he was with him, and the two of them had not known each other for a long time and had never mentioned this matter.

Mo Yang thought about it carefully, and he remembered that he felt that the drunk maniac gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he observed again and again and was sure that he had never seen it before...

Suddenly, his expression changed, and a surprising guess came into his mind.

"Senior, is that old guy's surname Feng?" Mo Yang's breathing was a little rapid, his tone was extremely urgent, and his eyes were fixed on the old monster.

The old monster was frightened by Mo Yang. Although he was a little puzzled, he still nodded.

Mo Yang was stunned for an instant. At this moment, his mind went blank, and surprises and endless doubts emerged instantly...

This is the wilderness, not the Xuantian Continent. How did the old guy get here?

Moreover, even the old monster calls him an old friend, which shows that the alcoholic madman has been here for a long time. When did he come to the wilderness?

No wonder I searched all over the Xuantian Continent, but found nothing, no living people, no dead bodies...

No wonder the alcoholic maniac always gives him an indescribable sense of familiarity...

No wonder the drunk maniac would help him for no reason, time and time again, how could it be just for a pot of wine...

But isn’t Feng Rukong in the realm of the Holy Emperor? When did it become so scary...

Because according to the methods displayed by the alcoholic madman, his cultivation level may have surpassed the Heavenly Saint realm, otherwise it would be impossible to directly obliterate a Heavenly Saint strongman with just a raise of his hand.

Or is everything just a coincidence and you guessed wrong?

In an instant, Mo Yang's thoughts were extremely complicated and he thought of too many things. But no matter what, even if he guessed wrong, he must ask clearly when he sees the drunk maniac, otherwise he will not be able to calm down and calm down!

The old monster kept looking at Mo Yang suspiciously. He was also a little confused at this time. Could there be something unknown between Mo Yang and that person? The relationship between the two seemed to be very simple, otherwise Mo Yang would not have reacted so violently. .

After a long time, Mo Yang came back to his senses. He bowed to the old monster and said, "Thank you, senior, for coming here to remind me!"

The old monster frowned and didn't say anything. He just asked Mo Yang to pay more attention. Then he didn't stop and left the room in a flash.

Mo Yang sat down on the seat in despair, and the two faces kept popping up in his mind. Their appearance was not similar at all. What he was most worried about at this time was that the result would not be what he thought.

It wasn't until an hour passed that Mo Yang calmed down.

No matter how he guessed now, it was useless. Only when he saw the alcoholic madman would everything be answered.

He got up and came to the window. It was already dark at this time. Looking at the busy street, Mo Yang was silently observing, guessing where the Jiang family's divine guard was hiding.

Because he lives in this inn, this is not a secret. Many cultivators in the imperial city know that when the Jiang family's killers come here, they can easily find out that since the other party wants to kill him, they will definitely hide around.

"If this continues, I will be too passive. If I am careless, I may not be able to escape into the Star Emperor Tower in time!" Mo Yang secretly said to himself.

Because waiting for a powerful enemy to come to his door was very disadvantageous for Mo Yang, after all, he didn't know when the opponent would take action.

"The ancients said that if you can't let your children trap the wolf, it seems you have to use some useful bait to catch the fish!"

Mo Yang thought for a while, then closed the window, and then he silently turned the war scroll, and an incarnation appeared silently beside him.

The avatar condensed from the War Script Scroll is different from the external incarnation in the ordinary sense. It can be completely fake and real. It not only has the cultivation aura of the original body, but also has thoughts. Unless a strong person observes carefully, there is no clue at all.

After condensing the avatar, Mo Yang used the Scroll of Transformation to completely eliminate his own aura and at the same time change his appearance.

Not long after, the avatar walked out of the inn silently. It wasn't until the avatar was far away that Mo Yang's body quietly swept out of the house and followed the avatar from a distance.

There is no doubt that the incarnation that Mo Yang condensed showed its true face and was instantly recognized by the cultivators on the street. It immediately attracted many cultivators to talk about it, and many people followed behind.

As for Mo Yang, he followed the cultivators and walked silently. He was tense and observed every movement around him.

"Whoosh..."

About the time it took for a stick of incense to burn, an inaudible soft sound crossed the night sky, and a dark brilliance flashed away.

Mo Yang was suddenly shocked. Even though he had been sensing with all his strength, he could not capture where the light came from, nor could he sense the location of the person who made the move.

But the head of the avatar was instantly cut off. As the head was cut off, the avatar suddenly turned into a ray of golden brilliance and dispersed.

If it were his true form, although he would not die, he would not have time to react at all. Everything was so fast that no one could notice it.

It wasn't until Mo Yang's head was cut off in his incarnation that the cultivators around him changed their colors. There was chaos and screams.

"What a terrifying killing method, not only extremely powerful, but also so weird..." Mo Yang whispered in his heart.

Although his six senses were sharp, he still did not detect suspicious fluctuations in advance.

Taking advantage of the commotion, Mo Yang retreated quietly.

After several twists and turns, he returned to the inn and carefully recalled the scene just now. There was only one person who had taken action. If it had been an ordinary cultivator, that blow would have been a fatal blow, and there would be no possibility of survival.

"What a Jiang family!"

A strong murderous intention flashed in Mo Yang's eyes. The only way to deal with these Jiang family divine guards was to lure them all out and then suppress them with the help of the Star Emperor Tower.

This is the solution that Mo Yang can think of now. As long as he can be contained in the Star King Tower, no matter how powerful his methods are, it will not help.