The Evil Lord of All Realms

Looking at the alcoholic madman in front of him, Mo Yang did not respond, but concentrated on sensing and checking the alcoholic madman's injuries.

Silently sensing it, Mo Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The drunk maniac obviously knew what Mo Yang was doing. He raised his hand and patted Mo Yang on the shoulder. With a faint smile on his lips, he said, "Don't worry, Master's injury has recovered!"

But then, the expression of the drunk maniac changed slightly, and a ray of true energy entered Mo Yang's body along his palm, and circulated in a circle at a very fast speed. He looked at Mo Yang in surprise and said, "Has the soul power been restored?"

He knew very well that Mo Yang's soul power was severely damaged before and he almost died. However, it had not been long since Mo Yang left the Imperial City. In this short time, it was impossible for Mo Yang to completely recover.

Although he knew that there were many secrets hidden in Mo Yang, even with special means, the damage to the soul power was not so easy to repair, and it could only be restored by spending a lot of time nourishing it.

The drunk maniac seemed to be a little unbelievable when he said that, and then he checked carefully again, and the result was the same. What he just checked was not bad.

"I got a prescription for elixir before, which happened to be for the soul. From the ancient secret realm to the wilderness, I collected a lot of rare medicinal materials. After I came here, I tried to refine it. I couldn't imagine the efficacy of the elixir. So amazing…”

Mo Yang did not hide it and sighed softly. The Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill was indeed magical, but many of the required medicinal materials were uncommon. It was not easy to gather a batch of medicinal materials.

After hearing this, the drunk maniacs looked surprised and couldn't help but ask: "What kind of prescription is this?"

Naturally, he has also dabbled in alchemy, and his alchemy skills are equally extraordinary, but he has never heard of such a magical elixir recipe. Otherwise, he would not have been so worried at the beginning, and would even immediately help Mo Yang collect the materials needed for alchemy. medicinal materials.

"Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill!" Mo Yang didn't hide it at all. In his eyes, the master was his relative, just like his parents.

There are too many elixir recipes included in the divine elixir path, and there is far more than one elixir for soul power. However, some elixir recipes cannot be refined by Mo Yang now, because the medicinal materials required in some elixir recipes seem to only exist in rumors.

"Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill..." The drunk maniac frowned slightly, as if he had never heard of it.

However, he didn't ask any more questions and said: "No matter what kind of elixir it is, as long as it recovers, you must be careful in everything from now on. Damage to the physical body is not serious, but once the soul power is damaged, life will be endangered at every turn!"

"Master, don't worry, I understand!" Mo Yang nodded seriously.

A smile of relief appeared on the face of the alcoholic madman, but it quickly faded away. He opened his palms, and a piece of jade appeared in his hands.

"This jade jue is a treasure that was sacrificed by an ancient sage. It has Dao patterns engraved in it, which can cover your own Qi. You should keep it!"

With that said, he put Yujue into Mo Yang's hand, and then said: "Yujue can only resist some deduction methods. The only way to completely avoid the deductions of the strong is to enter the imperial tower!"

Mo Yang looked at the drunk maniac silently, and then he realized that this master seemed to be no longer young. There were a lot of white hairs in the disheveled hair, and his eyebrows were full of vicissitudes of life.

"Thank you, Master!" He muttered slightly, then bowed and saluted.

The drunkard maniac sighed softly, patted Mo Yang on the shoulder, and said: "I'm going to retreat in the next few days to try to break through, you have to be careful!"

After the battle in the Imperial City, Mo Yang knew that his master was a strong man at the pinnacle of the Dao Realm. Among the many strong men he knew, there were not a few who had set foot in the Dao Realm, and there were many from the big forces. There are few, but it seems that the only one who has reached the peak of the Taoist realm is Drunken Madman.

"If your whereabouts are exposed, don't worry. After the battle in the Imperial City, they know that you have some extraordinary methods hidden in you, and no one should dare to take action rashly!"

The drunk maniac frowned and said: "Don't think so much, just listen to me as a teacher. During this time, you can practice in the Imperial Tower with peace of mind. As long as you don't leave the Imperial Tower, no one who comes can do anything to you!"

The drunk maniac seemed a little worried. After finishing speaking, he gave a few instructions before turning around and leaving.

Watching the drunk maniac leave, Mo Yang looked down at the piece of jade in his hand, and felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart.

Although he has never had father's love and mother's love since he was a child, he seems to be very lucky. Along the way, he not only met two masters who regarded him as his own, but also met several senior brothers and sisters who were like family members, making him feel comfortable even if he was alone. Feel alone.

Then Mo Yang calmed down and thought about countermeasures. In such a short period of time since leaving the Imperial City, he had made countless powerful enemies out of thin air. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the enemy of the whole world. Faced with such a situation, if he was not careful, , he may die young.

"Master is right. It's better to avoid their sharp edges these days. I want to see what kind of force is trying to steal my battle blood!"

After thinking for a long time, Mo Yang whispered to himself. He planned to continue to practice in the Star King Tower, and he had to make some preparations in advance, just in case. Although he had many methods, some methods could not be easily exposed, and at critical times. It may not be of use to him.

Although he was carrying Yujue left behind by the alcoholic madman, Mo Yang did not stay outside. He was very aware of the methods of those big forces, and Yujue might not be able to hide his traces.

After entering the Star King Tower, Mo Yang went directly to the fifth floor and walked to the sarcophagus.

Looking at the sarcophagus lying silently in front of him, Mo Yang felt confused. There was originally a skeleton of the Star Lord lying in the sarcophagus, but after the skeleton absorbed his blood, it strangely regenerated flesh and blood, especially the appearance. Exactly like him.

Since then, Mo Yang has never opened the sarcophagus, and then when he came to the wilderness, Mo Yang never touched it.

"Now I'm still not sure what happened to this corpse and why it was reborn with flesh and blood. Unless it's absolutely necessary, it's better not to touch it easily!" Mo Yang hesitated several times and finally did not touch the sarcophagus.

Mo Yang knew that if the corpse was made into a puppet, it might be an extremely terrifying murder weapon. What he was worried about was that something would happen. After all, this was the corpse of an emperor-level powerhouse.

Moreover, there is a cause and effect between him and Xingyu. Not to mention the inheritance of heavenly law, just talking about his identity, the cause and effect is not that simple.

Looking away from the sarcophagus, and then looking towards the gray distance, Mo Yang felt that it would be safer to find the unknown strong man.

Hesitating slightly, Mo Yang walked slowly towards the place where the Conferred God Formation was,