The Evil Lord of All Realms

Duan Chenxiang's face was extremely gloomy, and he stared at Mo Yang. In terms of physical strength, Mo Yang was not weaker than him at all. If they were to fight at close range like this, it seemed that he would not be able to gain any advantage in a short period of time.

He also felt a little regretful at this time. He knew that Mo Yang was different from ordinary geniuses and was extremely difficult to deal with, but he was still too careless at the beginning.

If he had avoided this strange killing formation on the chessboard, he would not have been able to restrain himself like this.

"Without this chessboard, it would be easier for me to kill you than to crush an ant!" Duan Chenxiang seemed to be angry, staring at Mo Yang and said this coldly.

Although he was angry, he did not take action.

This can't help but make the people watching from a distance talk about it. Although Duan Chenxiang was not injured in this chessboard formation, it can be seen that he seems to be a little weak.

Seeing this scene, the Taoist Saintess sighed, feeling incomprehensible in her heart. A genius at the pinnacle of the Great Saint Realm was actually in a dilemma when facing Mo Yang. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, even if he knew a lot about Mo Yang , she also couldn't believe it.

She knew that Mo Yang's cultivation had already reached the Great Saint Realm, but she didn't expect that he would be so powerful.

As for Mo Yang's physique, she didn't feel any surprise. After all, Mo Yang had the blood of the ancient gods and was a descendant of the ancient gods. Naturally, he was not comparable to ordinary cultivators.

She was also thinking that if Mo Yang returned to Xuantian Continent one day, the older generation of cultivators would probably be in awe of him.

Even except for the most powerful orthodoxy such as the Ye family and the Buddha Sect, there is probably no force that dares to be an enemy of Mo Yang.

Zhao Xiaoxiao stood there in a daze, shocked by Mo Yang's combat power again and again. Now she is gradually numb. From the first time she met Mo Yang until now, Mo Yang's combat power has been an unsolvable mystery to her.

Mo Yang was the same when he met ordinary cultivators, and he was still the same when he met the most powerful geniuses.

Many cultivators around are still discussing what Duan Chenxiang said just now, and they are all talking about the so-called Tiandao Sect.

This was originally a force that Mo Yang made up at random, but he never expected that there happened to be a force called Tiandaomen in the wilderness.

That's why there were rumors in the wilderness before, saying that the Tiandao Sect seemed to have seen the light of day again, and that there were geniuses walking in the wilderness.

Zhao Xiaoxiao was doubtful and asked in a low voice to the saint of Dao Sect: "Sister, are you really from Tiandao Sect?"

Because she also knew that it was impossible for a talented person like Mo Yang to be unknown. Logically speaking, he had already become famous, such as Duan Chenxiang, Xu Qing, Murong Xue and others.

But Mo Yang has never been seen before, so Mo Yang’s identity is naturally questionable.

The Taoist Saint looked at Mo Yang silently, then withdrew her gaze, looked at Zhao Xiaoxiao, pondered for a moment, and said: "If he doesn't want to tell, his identity will always be a mystery to the world!"

The reason why the Taoist Saint said this is because they are not people from the wilderness at all. As long as Mo Yang doesn't say it, and she doesn't say it, no one will ever think that they come from Xuantian Continent.

Zhao Xiaoxiao was puzzled after hearing this, but she saw that the Taoist saint had turned her head away, as if she didn't want to say more. She frowned and thought for a moment, and didn't ask any more questions.

On the other side, the battle between Duan Chenxiang and Mo Yang started again. Duan Chenxiang seemed unwilling to retreat like this, so he used all his strength to take action.

Too many cultivators in Suolong City gathered here today. If he retreats, many cultivators will probably laugh at him. Not only him, but even the entire Duan family will be the butt of laughter.

At this time, he was dancing wildly, taking out a great saint-level war sword, opening and closing it widely, as if he wanted to blast the formation away.

And Mo Yang sat down again in front of the ancient chessboard. With his hands up and down, chess pieces kept falling on various places on the chessboard. The killing methods in the formation kept changing. Not only did the killing appear out of thin air, but also some chess pieces appeared out of thin air. An incarnation of Mo Yang rushed forward and fought fiercely with Duan Chenxiang.

There were bursts of exclamations from all around the battlefield, because the clone was not the real clone, but was transformed from the killing array. The method was fierce. Although it was just a shadow formed by the power of the chessboard, it could also explode with extremely terrifying force. the power of.

Mo Yang himself was also very surprised. He had previously forced strings of blood beads to merge into the chessboard, hoping to increase the killing power, but he didn't expect that an incarnation would actually form.

"puff……"

After more than ten rounds, Duan Chenxiang let out a roar, and his chest was directly penetrated by the shadow, and bright red blood poured down one after another.

However, the phantom was also shaken away by his punch, turning into a bloody brilliance and dissipating.

Mo Yang sighed softly and took action one after another. He gradually felt that he was a little powerless. Although the consumption of activating the ancient chessboard was reduced a lot now, it was still unbearable for him after a long time.

If it continues like this, it will be too much for him.

"open!"

He moved both hands together, the black and white pieces on the chessboard moved quickly, and the atmosphere in the killing formation changed instantly.

Seeing this scene, everyone onlookers couldn't help but hold their breath. They all instinctively felt that Mo Yang was going to use his trump card, because the movement was really quite big.

Duan Chenxiang also condensed his eyes, stopped, and kept scanning around.

But at this moment, a light portal suddenly appeared and swallowed Duan Chenxiang like a demon's mouth.

"What on earth is that? Could it be that he wants to exile Duan Chenxiang somewhere?" Some cultivators couldn't help but exclaimed.

"This portal is so weird. I'm afraid it's connected to an extremely dangerous place. If Duan Chenxiang is enveloped in it, he may be in big trouble!"

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Many cultivators spoke at this time, because the portal came a bit strangely, looking like the entrance to some kind of secret realm.

Even Duan Chenxiang's expression changed for a moment, and he quickly moved out of the way. After a few flashes, he was still enveloped by the portal, and then the light portal closed instantly.

Not only the portal disappeared, but Duan Chenxiang also completely disappeared in the killing array.

Mo Yang stood up at this time, raised his hand, and the light portal that had just disappeared reappeared. He turned back and glanced at Zhao Xiaoxiao and the Taoist Saint. The two were stunned, and then they suddenly understood, and they hurried towards the portal. Rush over.

What just happened was not some powerful method, but the entrance to the teleportation array. Duan Chenxiang was sent away directly by Mo Yang inexplicably.

When Mo Yang did this, he obviously didn't want to continue taking action.

Amid countless surprised looks, Mo Yang, Zhao Xiaoxiao and the Taoist saint all walked into the portal one after another, and then the door closed.

As soon as Mo Yang left, the killing array dispersed out of thin air.