The Evil Lord of All Realms

Listening to Er Gouzi's chatter, Mo Yang's forehead was suddenly covered with black lines.

"Boy, where are we going next? Going north, south, or west?" Ergouzi asked.

Mo Yang frowned and said: "I'm far away, they can't find me, I'm in the Central Region!"

Not far from Xuantian Holy Land, they settled in a small town.

"Brother Mo, the cities near Xuantian Holy Land must be full of Dao Sect spies. Now it is equivalent to exposing yourself to the enemy's sight!" Xia Fengliu said, with some doubts in his heart.

"It's just to lure them out and defeat them one by one. Although the Dao Sect has many powerful people, if you kill one, you will lose one." Mo Yang said, with a strong murderous intention flashing in his eyes.

In the past, he had been retreating because his cultivation level was too low. Facing a behemoth like the Dao Sect, he would be in danger of falling if he was not careful. But now that his cultivation level has reached the Holy Realm and reached the second level of the Holy Realm, it is time It's time to fight back.

The grudges of the past must be resolved.

At dusk that day, Mo Yang and Xia Fengliu were still walking on the streets of the small town, when suddenly, a crisis suddenly swept over them.

Mo Yang raised his eyebrows slightly and said softly: "Here he comes!"

Jiang Xunhuan was beheaded. Although there was no obvious movement from the Dao Sect in the past few days, and no harsh words were directly spoken, Mo Yang knew very well that there must be many strong men from the Dao Sect operating around the Xuantian Holy Land.

As long as he shows up, these strong men will definitely come directly to his door.

Sure enough, just a few hours later, the other party came.

A powerful wave came like a tide. At first, the pedestrians on the street did not feel it, but after a while, someone screamed, and some cultivators noticed it, and the street was immediately in panic.

The originally sparse pedestrians left in a panic, and within a few breaths, the entire street was empty, with only Mo Yang and Xia Fengliu left.

Ergouzi lay on Mo Yang's shoulder, stared at the air and said suspiciously: "A second-level holy realm!"

Jiang Xunhuan was still killed when he came to the holy realm. There is no doubt that Mo Yang's combat power is stronger than Jiang Xunhuan. Logically speaking, a second-level saint alone would not dare to show up directly.

"There's more than one person, there's also a third-level saint!"

Mo Yang turned around and looked behind him. A figure had appeared, standing at one end of the street.

This person did not directly express coercion, but the aura could not escape Mo Yang's perception.

Er Gouzi was a little surprised. He glanced at Mo Yang and said, "Boy, it seems that your spiritual awareness has improved a lot in recent times. I didn't even feel it just now!"

Mo Yang didn't speak. He silently stared at the middle-aged man in gray clothes standing at one end of the street. His expression was no longer as solemn as before, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

This was not the first time that Mo Yang met these two people. When Jiang Xunhuan died, these two people witnessed it outside the martial arts arena.

The second-level saint is named Zhao Tianchang, and the third-level saint is named Zhou Shiqing.

Er Gouzi looked back and forth and said to Xia Fengliu: "Dirty boy, aren't you here to practice? You go and block the second-level one, and leave the third-level one to Boy Mo!"

Hearing what Er Gouzi said, Xia Fengliu's face immediately turned ugly.

Although he has made breakthroughs in cultivation during this period of time, there is no way he can be as perverted as Mo Yang. At this time, he is only at the eighth level of the Transcendent Realm.

If he was asked to deal with a ninth-level transcendental realm, he might be able to cope with it, but if he was asked to stop a second-level saint, it seemed too difficult for him.

"Brother Dog, you must always pay attention and be ready to take action!" Xia Fengliu thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and spoke.

Mo Yang smiled and didn't stop him. He didn't care about the second-level Saint Realm expert, but stared at the man in gray.

Before the other party took action, he walked directly towards the man in gray.

"If I remember correctly, your name is Zhou Shiqing, right?"

Mo Yang spoke, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Mo Yang had no aura around him, he spoke and walked forward slowly.

Zhou Shiqing stood at the end of the street, stared at Mo Yang, and said in a deep voice: "You finally dare to leave Xuantian Holy Land!"

"We can't explain it without mentioning that you will be killed!"

Mo Yang just smiled and walked slowly towards Zhou Shiqing step by step.

At first, everything was calm.

But when he was tens of meters away from the middle-aged man, Zhou Shiqing gradually changed his color, and the coldness and murderous intent in his eyes gradually turned into a look of shock.

Because at this time, the whole street seemed to be in turmoil, an invisible wave swept across all directions, and the bluestone slabs on the ground collapsed silently.

Only then did he realize that Mo Yang's cultivation was actually at the second level of the Saint Realm!

You know, when he fought against Jiang Xunhuan, he witnessed the whole process. At that time, Mo Yang's cultivation level was only at the extraordinary level...

Now it turns out to be the second level of the Holy Realm!

How can this be?

How long has it passed? No matter how talented you are, how can you break through several realms?

The key is that Mo Yang opened a spiritual palace in the transcendent realm at that time...

Logically speaking, let alone such a short time, even a few years, or even a lifetime, you may not be able to set foot in the Holy Realm.

In Zhou Shiqing's eyes, there was only one reasonable explanation, and that was that Mo Yang had been hiding his cultivation. When he started fighting with Jiang Xunhuan, Mo Yang was probably already at the second level of the Saint Realm.

"No wonder you were able to win then. It turns out you have been hiding your cultivation!" Zhou Shiqing said in a deep voice.

"Ignorance!" Mo Yang only had these two words.

However, Zhou Shiqing did not retreat. After all, he was at the third level of the Holy Realm.

Although he was not calm at all, his face was solemn.

When the distance between the two was less than ten meters, Mo Yang finally stopped and said, "Since we are here, prepare to die!"

Mo Yang spoke calmly, and after finishing his sentence, he took action directly and punched out like this.

A fist mark appeared, and along with a violent aura surged out, Zhou Shiqing's expression changed again.

He let out a low roar and used all the strength in his body to raise his fist and strike.

"Boom!"

On the street, the bluestone floor exploded one after another, and the houses on both sides collapsed in pieces. Zhou Shiqing's body was forcefully forced back a few steps.

Mo Yang's body also retreated slightly. After the blow, the two seemed to be evenly matched, but Zhou Shiqing's eyes became more solemn.

Because Mo Yang has not used that set of magic skills yet, what is really scary about Mo Yang is that set of magic skills.

"Elder Zhao, let's go!"

Zhou Shiqing stared at Mo Yang, and then suddenly spoke to Zhao Tianchang, who was fighting in the distance.

After saying that, he didn't stop for a moment, soared directly into the sky, turned around and ran away.

Mo Yang's cultivation level is so terrifying, he must inform the sect immediately, otherwise the Dao Sect will suffer heavy losses, because if they send saints below the third level, they will never come back.

A hint of coldness appeared at the corner of Mo Yang's mouth, and he said: "Now that you are here, don't leave!"

Mo Yang did not start to pursue, but took out the sacred tree bow.