The Evil Lord of All Realms

This scene was extremely terrifying, as a huge palm protruded from the depths of Yaowang Valley.

At a glance, it looks like a mountain range extending for more than ten miles.

The endless world-destroying thunderbolts from before continued to crash down, but this person didn't seem to appear before, and he didn't take action until now.

Because everyone could see that the person who took action was of extraordinary cultivation, and he was not the strong ones who chased Mo Yang before, but someone else!

Just the smell that comes out is different.

For a moment, everyone was stunned, their eyes seemed to be frozen, staring in mid-air.

The palm stretched out, it seemed very slow, but in fact it was extremely fast, even if Mo Yang used the Xingzi Scroll, he couldn't seem to avoid it.

"boom!"

The palm of his hand suddenly grabbed Mo Yang, and the huge palm closed instantly. A muffled sound came from the void, and the void instantly collapsed, as if it turned into chaos.

At this moment, no one was surprised!

Mo Yang, who had not been stopped by dozens of strong men before, was caught so easily now, and when he saw the palms suddenly closing, everyone felt their scalps numb.

Even if Mo Yang had the blood of the ancient gods, he would probably be grabbed and exploded, because in front of that huge palm, Mo Yang looked too weak, just like an ordinary person catching a flying insect.

But then his palms were released, but there was no trace of Mo Yang.

"this……"

"Did Mo Yang hide in that stone tower?"

"I'm afraid he was like this before. No wonder the punishment is over, but he can't be seen!"

Many people felt that it was a false alarm at this time, but when they saw the huge palm suddenly slapped down, many people were still covered in cold sweat.

However, Mo Yang was not captured. There was a terrifying fluctuation in the air, and a large area of ​​the void was instantly shattered. The scene was extremely terrifying.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the palm slowly retracted, and calm returned to mid-air. Looking at it at this time, the scene just now was like an illusion, as if it had never happened.

"What kind of realm is this powerful person that is so terrifying?" Some cultivators still had heart palpitations in their eyes. Although the palms of their hands had disappeared, their hearts were still beating wildly.

"Great Sage!"

An old cultivator spoke in a deep voice, his voice trembling slightly.

Hearing these two words, everyone was stunned. The old man with white beard and hair previously claimed how powerful Yaowang Valley was. Many people still didn't believe it, but now it seems that it is obvious that what the other party said is true.

With a powerful man in the Great Saint Realm sitting in charge, he could indeed walk sideways on the Xuantian Holy Land today.

Because since ancient times, the world of cultivation has entered a period of decline. Not to mention the Great Sage Realm, even the Holy Emperor has rarely set foot there.

When everyone was shocked, Mo Yang's figure appeared again in the sky where calm had returned.

"Old guy, you hid it deep enough!" Mo Yang stared into the depths of Yaowang Valley and said.

At that moment, he had no choice. If he didn't escape into the Star King Tower, there was no way he could avoid that palm.

“Little Mo Yang!”

As soon as Mo Yang finished speaking, the powerful men from Yaowang Valley roared one after another, rushed towards Mo Yang, and surrounded Mo Yang.

At this time, all the powerful men in Yaowang Valley had a ferocious look on their faces, and the murderous intent in their eyes was as strong as they could be.

Today Mo Yang came alone, and a thunderstorm almost split Yaowang Valley into a piece of scorched earth. If Mo Yang was allowed to leave like this, Yaowang Valley would become the biggest joke in the cultivation world.

And they couldn't just let Mo Yang leave. After all, Mo Yang was the real prey in their eyes.

Mo Yang glanced at the dozens of powerful men around him, all of whom were from the first level of the Holy King to the third level of the Holy King Realm. Strong murderous intentions fell on him.

Mo Yang sneered and said: "It seems that you are not very satisfied with the big gift I just gave you. How about I give you one as a gift?"

Seeing the crazy look in Mo Yang's eyes, all the strong men from the Medicine King Valley changed their colors.

Thinking back to the scene where lightning struck down in pieces, everyone was still frightened. It was just a lightning disaster. Many temples in Yaowang Valley were almost destroyed. The entire Yaowang Valley seemed to have been turned over three feet, and there were thousands of wounds. There are hundreds of holes, and you can see the ruins.

If there is another thunderous punishment, God knows what Yaowang Valley will look like.

"Ignorant child, you try to cause another thunder disaster!" The old man with white hair and beard stared at Mo Yang and spoke angrily.

Although he spoke like this, there was a look of uncertainty in his eyes, because Mo Yang was too mysterious, and many things were impossible for others, but not necessarily for Mo Yang.

"Do you really want to see it?" Mo Yang sneered, standing there, facing dozens of powerful men, with no fear on his face.

Seeing Mo Yang looking so confident, even the old man with white beard and hair became a little uneasy.

Because he was also afraid that if Mo Yang really provoked another heavenly punishment, the consequences would be disastrous.

There was no sound coming from the depths of Yaowang Valley, but after a moment, the palm that had appeared before suddenly came out again, and the terrifying aura filled the air like a river bursting its banks.

When the powerful men in Yaowang Valley saw this scene, they suddenly pulled away and flew back. They immediately rushed into the distance and blocked the road to the entrance of Yaowang Valley.

"You old man, are you done with this?" Mo Yang said angrily.

Seeing the palm grabbing at him again, Mo Yang quickly took out the ancient chessboard.

Mo Yang was very decisive and directly cut his fingertips, forcing a few drops of golden blood to drip on the chessboard.

Mo Yang had tried it before and found that his blood falling on the chessboard seemed to stimulate some kind of power in the chessboard.

It's just that it has never been really used against the enemy.

A few drops of golden blood fell on the chessboard one after another, instantly seeping into the chessboard. At the same time, something happened to the chessboard.

The originally peaceful ancient chessboard suddenly emitted a strange fluctuation.

The huge palm that pressed down paused for a moment, as if he was a little surprised, but then the palm suddenly fell down.

However, the moment the palm fell, a ray of light suddenly appeared on the chessboard, accompanied by a mysterious energy, and a blurry picture seemed to appear around the chessboard.

The falling palm was actually blocked by a mysterious force, and even the violent power dissipated instantly.

Mo Yang was a little frightened, and he couldn't help but hurriedly retreat. The aura coming from the chessboard was very strange, and a picture actually appeared.

The picture gradually became clearer, and two figures actually appeared on both sides of the chessboard. They were sitting opposite each other, seemingly playing chess.

At the beginning, the two figures were still a little blurry, with only a rough outline emerging. But after a while, the shadows gradually became clear, and at a glance they looked like two living people.

And Mo Yang was stunned, because he had seen both of those two people!