The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang took action directly and got busy around the old man. It took him half an hour, until he was so exhausted that he was sweating profusely and almost collapsed, before he could completely carve out the Heavenly Dao Cage Formation he had understood.

Seeing that the formation had been carved, Mo Yang did not hesitate and started to activate the large formation directly, but it was not what he thought, because the formation patterns dispersed one after another, completely disappearing in just a few breaths. Without a trace.

For a moment, Mo Yang was stunned on the spot. Could it be that there was some flaw in his portrayal?

However, after thinking for a moment, Mo Yang vaguely understood that this was the Star Emperor Tower. It was not that there was any omission in the formation he had drawn. The formation pattern should have been silently obliterated by the power of the Star Emperor Tower.

He sighed helplessly and could only give up. He wanted to try his hand with this old man, but it turned out that his work was in vain.

"Old guy, I am your savior. You must repay me well when you wake up, otherwise I will send you back to the underground palace!" Mo Yang muttered while looking at the old man.

This old man was too cunning. Now that he thought of his experience in the underground palace, Mo Yang felt depressed and wanted to give this old man some big words.

After muttering a few words, Mo Yang came back to sit cross-legged under the Heavenly Dao Divine Tree, and began to meditate and adjust his breathing, intending to comprehend the Heavenly Dao Killing Formation.

Compared to the Heavenly Dao Cage Formation, this killing formation seems to be much more profound. Mo Yang sat cross-legged for several hours and found nothing. Although he had obtained the true secret of the killing formation and could be considered as the inheritance of the killing formation, it was still difficult to participate in it. Understand the true meaning.

Mo Yang was unwilling to give in and continued to meditate. Two oil lamps, one on the left and one on the right, burned silently beside him. In the blink of an eye, several hours passed. Mo Yang felt vaguely that he didn't understand, and there seemed to be a spiritual light in his mind. It passed by, but I couldn't catch it for a while.

"This killing formation is so mysterious that it can be understood in a short time... I am still too impatient..." After opening his eyes, Mo Yang sighed.

Looking back on everything I have experienced during this period, I feel that I am still too eager to achieve success. After all, this is a killing formation created by the predecessors who made great efforts. Even if it is inherited, it is not something that I can master if I want to.

After sitting cross-legged and adjusting his breath for a long time, Mo Yang stopped and stood up, and then came to the fifth floor of the Star Emperor Tower.

Looking at the four-story attic with cracks all over it, which was a medicine pavilion taken from the Tiandaomen Underground Palace, Mo Yang walked up to the fourth floor and looked at the seven dark cells shrouded by the power of the seal. Mo Yang felt abnormal in his heart. expect.

The first one is two treasure vases made from blood chalcedony. They look only the size of fists, but they are overflowing with a layer of blood-colored brilliance and look quite magical.

Mo Yang looked at it carefully from a distance. These two blood chalcedony vases alone could be called treasures. If they were placed in the ordinary market, they would definitely be priceless treasures.

Mo Yang silently mobilized his strength and tried again and again to see if he could break the sealing power. However, even though his combat power had surged recently, he still could not shake it.

"It seems that we can only rely on the power of the Star King Tower, but we must be extremely careful, otherwise it will be easy to directly destroy the things inside..."

Mo Yang whispered to himself, then took a deep breath, and began to slowly mobilize the power of the Star Emperor Tower. During the whole process, Mo Yang was tense and held his breath, because the power of the Emperor Tower was too terrifying, and it was not an ordinary power. If there is a mistake, even this stone attic will be shaken to ashes in an instant.

After a full stick of incense, Mo Yang took action, activating the power of the Silk Emperor Pagoda to slowly approach.

With a slight tremor and a soft chirping sound, the power of the seal that Mo Yang could not shake with all his efforts was instantly shaken away. Under the power of the Imperial Tower, it was instantly melted away like snowflakes under the bright sun.

Mo Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly withdrew that force. At this time, his forehead was already covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.

After retracting his hand, he took a few deep breaths and then took out one of the blood chalcedony treasure bottles.

At this time, Mo Yang was full of hope, but also a little worried. After all, too much time has passed. Thousands of years are enough time to turn the sea into mulberry fields. Although the blood chalcedony sacrificial vase has infinite uses, the treasures inside may not be returned. Can retain the essence.

He carefully opened the stopper of the bottle, and immediately, a strong wave of blood energy suddenly burst out, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire stone house in a flash.

"This is……"

Mo Yang changed his color and the treasure bottle almost came out of his hand.

This is a wave of blood energy, and even exudes a peerless energy.

Mo Yang could hardly believe it, because he had already thought of something at the first moment.

He never expected that there was blood essence sealed in it, and it was definitely not the blood essence of an ordinary cultivator. Judging from the energy, there seemed to be only one possibility: it was the battle blood of the Great Emperor.

Although thousands of years have passed, because of the blood chalcedony and the seal, the divinity of War Blood has been completely preserved and has not yet passed away.

Mo Yang's heart was shaking wildly, and his breathing became rapid.

Although it was completely different from what he expected, the value of the Emperor's battle blood exceeded everything else, because for cultivators, it was a priceless treasure.

Mo Yang had also obtained a few drops in the past, from several sacred stones on the Xuantian Continent, but those battle blood essences had dissipated too much, but they were still extraordinary.

Mo Yang activated the ancient god's left eye, his gaze penetrated the gorgeous blood-colored brilliance, and looked into the bottle. His expression changed again, because there were dozens of drops in it!

"The Great Emperor's War Blood, where did this Tiandao Sect come from? There is such a thing..." Mo Yang couldn't believe it and muttered to himself, but for these two treasure bottles, the information he got Tao is not mentioned in it.

"The destruction of Tiandao Sect was too sudden. I am afraid that even the strong men of Tiandao Sect would not have time to part with refining, otherwise they would not be able to survive to this day!"

"If I refine all the blood of these great emperors, my cultivation should be able to easily set foot in the Heavenly Saint Realm!"

Mo Yang was afraid that the essence in the blood would spill out, so he hurriedly corked the bottle, and then activated his true energy to place a seal on the bottle.

Then Mo Yang took out the second treasure bottle, his palms trembling a little. If it also contained the emperor's battle blood, his trip to the underground palace would be really worth it.

However, when Mo Yang opened the cork, he found that it was not the emperor's blood, and there was no brilliant blood light coming out, but a strong medicinal fragrance.

The moment the bottle cork was opened, the fragrance spread out instantly, filling the entire stone house in the blink of an eye. It seemed that one sniff could penetrate into people's bone marrow, and the whole body felt as if they were about to ascend to immortality and leave. I feel so comfortable, my soul seems to be washed by a spring breeze, and all distracting thoughts disappear.