The Evil Lord of All Realms

After leaving the ice field, although Mo Yang's cultivation still showed no signs of recovery, the battle blood in his body had gradually recovered.

With his strong physique and terrifying power, coupled with his speed, even if he couldn't use the Xingzi Scroll, he was still as fast as the wind. Under the night, he seemed to have transformed into a ghost, making it impossible for the two Holy Emperors to parry.

"When I left Qincheng, I gave you the Qin family a chance. If you don't cherish it, then go to hell!"

Mo Yang's voice sounded calm, but it sent chills down the spines of the two Holy Emperors.

"As for my identity, you are not qualified to know it yet!"

As he finished speaking, Mo Yang's fist shook violently, forcefully breaking apart the body of one of the Holy Emperors.

His attacks are simple yet domineering, and his pure physical strength and speed are equally unparalleled.

Mo Yang once visited the Great Sage Realm. Although the energy in his body has completely dried up, the ordinary Holy Emperor is no match for him now. If they fight at close range, even the Great Sage will probably suffer.

On the side, two roars were heard one after another. The two peak holy kings who had just been beaten reshaped their bodies. Both of them were furious and rushed towards Mo Yang.

Mo Yang looked calm. He had experienced too many battles, and his combat experience alone was beyond the comparison of these people in front of him. At this time, he just punched out casually, and the peak holy king who had just rushed in front of him was hit again. The punch shattered the head.

"Lend me your sword!"

Mo Yang spoke, and then he flashed and snatched the sword from a Holy Emperor's hand with a swipe. He struck out with a sword without looking back in a flash of lightning, instantly cutting the Holy Emperor in two. part.

The subsequent scenes became more and more bloody, because although the battlefield was one-sided, it was still very difficult for Mo Yang, who had no cultivation, to directly kill the two peak holy kings and the two first-order holy kings in front of him.

After all, in this realm, the vitality is too tenacious. It is not impossible to kill the opponent with brute force, but I don't know how many times it will take to blow the opponent up. The only way is to drain away the opponent's vitality bit by bit.

For half an hour, the place was dyed red by splashing blood, and the scene was like a Shura purgatory. The two peak saint kings were the first to fall, and their bodies were shattered by Mo Yang at least dozens of times.

The two Holy Emperors did not realize that Mo Yang had lost all his cultivation. Instead, they thought that Mo Yang was deliberately using them as whetstones.

When the two felt threatened by death, they wanted to escape, but it was already too late.

Mo Yang chopped off the head of one of them, and activated the faint qi in his Dantian to pour into his head. Although the wisp of real qi was very weak, it was the qi of the Great Saint Realm after all. His originally weak soul power was directly shattered.

Harsh screams and frightened roars continued to spread from here to all directions, and not long after, the night sky completely calmed down.

Mo Yang gasped for breath, threw the sword aside, and fell to the ground.

He was also too tired. He had no cultivation and could not use those trump cards. It was too difficult to kill the Holy Emperor with brute force alone. Even if he kept crushing the opponent's head, he could not kill a Holy Emperor in a short time. The vitality is completely wiped out.

"I have to find a way to recover my cultivation as soon as possible...otherwise a third-level Holy Emperor will exhaust me to death!" Mo Yang sighed softly, then got up and walked forward.

This was not a place to stay for long, he had to leave as soon as possible.

During this time, Mo Yang was also thinking about how to return to Xuantian Continent.

When he and the Yaochi Saint entered the ancient secret realm, not long after the changes occurred in the Xuantian Continent, the seals jointly set by several great emperors were dispersed, and the ancient race was born. This was a great threat to the Xuantian Continent.

After all, there were many of his friends there and people he cared about, so it was impossible to say he wasn't worried at all.

Since he is still alive and has not been completely killed in the turbulence of the void, he will naturally find a way to return to Xuantian Continent.

However, he also knew that in his current state, he could not leave the wilderness, let alone return to the Xuantian Continent. The only way was to restore his cultivation as soon as possible.

It's just that after coming to the wilderness for so long, only a faint ray of true energy has been restored in his dantian. He has been practicing in Qin City for several days, and that strand of true energy has not changed at all.

"Sister, I'm afraid I think I have fallen..." Mo Yang said mockingly, feeling a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

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Moving forward in the night, Mo Yang went all the way south, gradually getting away from Qincheng.

He was walking on an ancient mountain road, stopping and stopping along the way. From the ice field to here, it seemed as if he had experienced the change of seasons, because the further south he went, the weaker the atmosphere of desolation became.

Two days later, Mo Yang stopped to rest midway and sat cross-legged on a broken stone. When he opened his eyes, he discovered a figure standing in front of him.

Mo Yang's expression changed immediately. He deliberately chose a remote ancient road and traveled through the wilderness. He met no one at all along the way.

When did this person come to him?

Mo Yang couldn't help but look solemn, stood up slowly, and asked the mysterious man who had his back turned to him a few meters away: "Who are you?"

The mysterious man turned around after hearing this, leaving Mo Yang stunned for a moment.

"Senior Tower Soul!"

Mo Yang was shocked. No wonder he hadn't sensed any abnormal movement before. It turned out to be the tower soul.

Tahun looked at Mo Yang silently, shook his head slightly and said: "It's not enough!"

Mo Yang frowned, confused, and asked, "What does senior mean?"

"You haven't tempered your mind enough!" Tower Soul slowly shook his head.

After hearing this, Mo Yang was silent for a while, smiled self-deprecatingly, and said: "Now that I have lost all my cultivation, I don't lack the courage to start over again. I..."

Before Mo Yang could finish speaking, Tower Soul said: "These alone are not enough. When your mind becomes clear and when you truly understand the meaning of your existence, then the Star Emperor Tower can be opened and your cultivation can be restored!"

"Senior, what do you mean?" Mo Yang frowned, his expression not very good.

Because from Ta Hun's words, it seems that the true energy in his Dantian disappeared for another reason, and it was not what he thought.

The tower soul stood there, looking at Mo Yang silently, without explaining anything, and then the figure slowly faded away like smoke.

Mo Yang was stunned on the spot, feeling confused at this moment. No wonder the true energy dissipated so strangely, and he still couldn't figure out how the wisp of true energy in his dantian appeared. It turned out that the tower soul was playing tricks in the dark.

The true energy in his Dantian was probably drawn out by the tower soul.

But no matter how he called, there was no response from the tower soul, and there was no movement from the Star Emperor Tower.

"Old guy, you really know how to play!" Mo Yang felt the urge to vomit blood.