The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang seemed to strike casually, and raised his hand to throw the silver-white halberd. The bright brilliance emitted by the halberd tore through the boundless darkness in an instant. The power in this space seemed to be forced by the halberd. Assimilate the past.

"boom……"

More than a hundred feet away, a large piece of the void suddenly shattered, and everyone saw a black shadow flashing.

"snort!"

Mo Yang let out various angry shouts, and he had just caught the faint fluctuation. Although the other party's concealment method was extraordinary and indeed exquisite, it was not traceable.

His figure flashed, stepped on the scroll, turned into a stream of light and rushed forward instantly. He raised his hand and took the halberd into his hand. Then with a low shout, the figure split into three and blasted in one direction at the same time.

"So what if the Great Sage, I will kill you tonight!" Mo Yang roared repeatedly.

At this time, he was completely crazy. The Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons were completely activated. He also used the Wordless Scroll that he had just comprehended. The surroundings of his body seemed to have turned into a space that belonged to him. He seemed to be able to directly control the space with his raised hands. The vitality of Fangtiandi.

"Rumble..."

He swung his halberd, and sword energy was struck out one after another. The black shadow emerged under the sword energy.

However, in the face of Mo Yang's successive terrifying attacks, he did not raise his hand to receive them. His figure moved in the night sky like a ghost, and he sneered a few times.

In just a few breaths, Mo Yang fired dozens of sword energy in succession, but they did not hit the black shadow at all.

Although the opponent's movement technique was not as fast as Xingzijuan, it was still exquisite, and the clones spread out, and even Mo Yang couldn't tell the difference between reality and reality for a while.

"boom……"

At this moment, a sword energy suddenly fell from the sky, as if it was cut from the sky, and suddenly pierced Mo Yang.

Mo Yang's eyes flashed with a stern look, his palms spread out, and the ancient chessboard appeared.

The world has not seen Mo Yang use this ancient chessboard for a long time. Now that Mo Yang took it out, the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Some cultivators immediately chose to fly back. Even though the ancient chessboard had never exploded in real power in Mo Yang's hands, the world was still taboo about this chessboard.

"rise……"

Mo Yang shouted loudly, and all his skills were running. He was shaken suddenly, and a black stone flew up from the ancient chessboard. The entire night sky was intertwined with patterns, as if it had instantly turned into a huge and boundless chess game.

The chess piece fell, and in an instant, the waves were astonishing. The sword energy piercing through the deep air seemed to encounter a huge resistance, and the falling speed slowed down instantly. At first glance, it seemed to have stopped.

"You can actually activate the power of the ancient chessboard!"

A cold voice came from the night sky. Although the tone was cold, it was not difficult to hear, and there was a bit of shock in the words.

"But how long can you hold on to the power of forcibly communicating this treasure?"

Before Mo Yang could speak, and no one had recovered from the shock, another voice came from the night sky, and the tone was even colder, with a strong murderous intent.

"rise……"

Mo Yang's hair was dancing wildly, and he raised his hand suddenly. A white chess piece rose up from the chess board, and a bright white brilliance came out from the chess piece. It was like the sky was falling apart, the void collapsed silently, and the sword energy was swept away by a burst of energy. The boundless forces collided, stagnated for a moment, and then collapsed.

"You spent half your body energy to block my casual blow, try blocking another sword!"

A sinister sneer came from the night sky, and a black shadow stood in the night sky, but everyone couldn't see clearly his appearance, like a black mist.

Mo Yang's face was a little pale. The power of the ancient chessboard twice seemed to have reached its limit for him. Although the power of the chessboard was amazing, it also required strong cultivation to activate it.

"Buzz..."

The void trembled, and I saw the black shadow raising his hand and pressing down. A sword energy condensed out instantly, and suddenly pierced down again. The strange light illuminated the area in a gloomy way.

Mo Yang's face was pale, he looked up, his hair was dancing wildly, he let out a sharp shout, raised his hand and moved it rapidly in the sky, and wisps of golden lines emerged, turning into an ancient character floating above his head.

"Diwen..."

There were bursts of exclamations under the night sky. Mo Yang understood the emperor's text. This was no longer a secret, because he had used it several times, but every time he saw it, everyone could not calm down.

Even the black shadow seemed to let out a cry of surprise.

"Rumble..."

The imperial text is dimming, and as the sword light pierces down, the mysterious ancient characters are trembling, but the sword light is also dimming rapidly.

After a stalemate for just a few breaths, there was a muffled sound, and the emperor's text collapsed. Although the sword energy also shattered, the terrifying force of the collision came out, instantly shaking Mo Yang's body, and he breathed a golden Blood spurted from his mouth.

The crowd onlookers changed their expressions. It can be said that Emperor Wen, Mo Yang's most powerful means except the Emperor Tower, did not block the sword light.

"He has consumed too much energy, and the power he used to forcefully activate the ancient chessboard just now may have suffered some backlash!" Some cultivators were shocked and speculated.

No one noticed that the blood spurted from Mo Yang's mouth fell on the ancient chessboard and penetrated directly into the ancient chessboard silently.

Mo Yang's body was shaking and his face was pale.

At this time, the black shadow finally approached, floating towards Mo Yang like a black mist.

Although this person has a terrifying cultivation level, he is extremely cautious and not as trusting as other powerful people in the Great Saint Realm.

It wasn't until he saw that Mo Yang was seriously injured and his combat power was severely damaged that he finally revealed his true form.

"If you refine your power with the blood of the Ancient Gods, it might be more interesting than killing a great sage!" The black figure let out a sinister laugh, which made people shiver down their spines.

But before he could say anything more, something happened on the ancient chessboard as soon as he finished speaking.

A strange wave of energy emitted from the chessboard, and then a burst of light suddenly appeared, like a blurry picture.

Because around the chessboard, two vague figures seemed to emerge...

Mo Yang immediately pulled back. Although he was also surprised, he knew the reason very well. It must have been caused by the battle blood that had just been spilled on the chessboard.

Because this is not the first time.

But it seems that the picture is very blurry. Compared with the last time, this time it is much blurred. Two figures can be faintly seen, but they are no longer clear. Only a rough outline can be seen.

The onlookers were inexplicably horrified. Everyone was staring at the air. Even the Great Saint Realm expert from the God-Slaying Sect quickly retreated. The fog on his face seemed to have dissipated, revealing his true appearance, with shock written all over his face. color.

And this time was different from before. Suddenly, everyone seemed to hear a vague sound wave, and one of the figures seemed to be raising his hand.

"Heaven and earth are the game, and all living beings are the chess pieces!"

Mo Yang seemed to have a premonition, and without hesitation, he immediately escaped into the Star Emperor Tower.

Because he knew very well that the imprints left on the chessboard were two strong men playing a game. Even if the illusion was stimulated, it would still have unforeseen destructive power.