The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang knew very well that his identity would be exposed sooner or later, especially in a place like Taixu Mountain. If a strong person took action to deduce it, it would not be difficult to find his whereabouts.

However, the powerful men of the ancient race seem to be disdainful, or have other reasons. So far, they have never appeared and have not walked out of the fog.

The Huzijuan is an ancient six-character scroll secret technique, which is naturally extraordinary. However, whether it changes the appearance or the aura of one's own cultivation, it can only fool some cultivators who are not much different from Mo Yang's realm, and those who have entered the Taoist realm. Maybe you can't see through it, but to those who are truly strong, Mo Yang can't hide it.

A large part of the reason why Mo Yang has been able to hide his identity until now is because Er Gouzi once spread the news of his death.

The news of his death once circulated in Xuantian Continent, which is why many cultivators did not think of him. In addition, many mysterious geniuses have recently appeared and attracted the attention of many cultivators. Otherwise, his identity might have been discovered long ago.

In Liuxiang Palace, Xiao Zilong was very busy with the medicinal materials that he had picked. He dragged Luo Liuxiang and him to classify the medicinal materials. .🅆.

Mo Yang entered the Star Emperor Tower and took out the magic weapon he had previously obtained from the woman in white from the Hidden Temple and looked at it carefully.

Now that the magic weapon has not been activated, it has shrunk to size. The material is very special and the whole body is cold. After injecting the true energy, wisps of purple brilliance will flow out of the whole body, and wisps of dao marks can be seen floating.

Recalling the feeling of being trapped, Mo Yang couldn't help but sigh, and said to himself, "This Hidden Temple is just like the Yaochi Holy Land. It was a great power countless years ago. Its strength cannot be underestimated since it has been hidden in the world..."

He had heard about this sect in the Yaochi Holy Land. Although it was far less powerful than the Yaochi Ancient Holy Land, it had been silent until now. It must be an extremely powerful force in today's Xuantian Continent.

So far, he has met three geniuses from the Hidden Temple. When he saw Lu Xiu and Bai Fan fighting, he was a little uneasy. Lu Xiu's cultivation was indeed very strong. Later he met that man in the wild ancient land. He was even more surprised by the two women.

He silently looked at the magic weapon in his hand and thought silently. At first, the woman in white was very angry and wanted to cut him into pieces. In the end, when the magic weapon was taken away by him, the woman in white might not let it go.

In other words, the Hidden Temple will not stop there.

Because he also heard some clues from the conversation between the woman in white and the woman in green. The two women seemed to have the intention of the elders of the Hidden Temple to attack him in the wild ancient land.

"Hidden Temple, I hope you can stop it and don't go too far!" Mo Yang whispered to himself.

Then he put the magic weapon away and planned to refining it later. There was a mark on this magic weapon, and the mark on it must be removed, otherwise once he uses it, his whereabouts will be exposed.

It's not that Mo Yang is afraid of the Hidden Temple, but now that he is in the Tianyan Divine Dynasty, he naturally has to be more careful. He doesn't want to bring trouble to the Tianyan Divine Dynasty.

After thinking for a while, he sat down cross-legged under the Heavenly Dao Sacred Tree and began to adjust his breath.

That evening, after Mo Yang used the Transformation Scroll to change his appearance, he left the Tianyan Divine Dynasty alone and came to a restaurant in Tianyan City.

There is not much left of the immortal drunk brought back from the wilderness, and now he is a little reluctant to drink it easily. After all,

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One jar of that stuff will make you lose one jar.

In addition, he was thinking about what the ancestor of the Divine Dynasty said, and this time he also wanted to inquire about some news in the cultivation world.

Just sitting alone in the restaurant for an hour, he didn't hear any useful news. The most talked about among the drinkers was what happened in Luoyang City, and they were all talking about the ancient race.

Regarding the matter of Jianshan, some people occasionally mentioned it, and they all speculated on the whereabouts of Juggernaut and others.

Mo Yang felt a little bored, drank all the wine in the glass, then stood up and planned to leave the private room.

But just when he was about to stand up, he paused again, staring silently at the wine glass on the table in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Seniors of the Hidden Temple, since you are here, why don't you show up to see me!"

The other party's aura was extremely obscure, and Mo Yang was sure that this was definitely not the genius of the younger generation, because it gave him a completely different feeling. The other party's cultivation had reached the Taoist realm, and he had gone very far in the Taoist realm.

Mo Yang was the only one in the private room, and there was no response.

Mo Yang sneered, stood up, and was about to turn around and leave. At this moment, a wisp of cold wind seemed to blow in through the window of the private room, and then a figure appeared in the private room like a ghost.

Mo Yang raised his eyes and looked silently at the middle-aged man across the table. After a few breaths, he raised his eyebrows, with a sneer on his lips, and said, "I wonder what you are doing here, senior?"

The middle-aged man's face looked a little gloomy, and he stared at Mo Yang coldly. When he heard Mo Yang's words, he let out a cold snort.

"Now that the ancient race is rampant in the continent, I don't want to fight against the big forces of the human race. I hope seniors won't force me!" Mo Yang then said this.

"Junior, you overestimate yourself. What if I want to kill you tonight?" The middle-aged man's face was cold, and there was a trace of murderous intent in his words.

Mo Yang shrugged, the sneer at the corner of his mouth was still there, he looked like he didn't care at all, and said calmly, "Senior, you can give it a try!"

"Hmph, do you really think that you are invincible because you killed two powerful men of the ancient race who were in the early stages of entering the Dao realm in Luoyang City? They were just two old slaves from Taixu Mountain!" In the eyes of the middle-aged man The coldness became more intense and he responded.

The smile at the corner of Mo Yang's mouth faded and he said, "I always do things within my own bounds. It was Lu Xiu of your Hidden Temple who stopped me first. I spared his life. I feel that your Hidden Temple already owed me a huge favor." But I didn’t expect that two yellow-haired girls would come to stop me later, and I didn’t kill them either. Senior actually still has murderous intentions towards me. Could it be that the Hidden Temple is such an ungrateful sect?”

The middle-aged man squinted at Mo Yang and did not respond in a hurry. After a few breaths, the murderous intent in his eyes disappeared, he stretched out a hand towards Mo Yang and said, "Return the treasure of my Hidden Temple!"

Although the murderous intent in his eyes dissipated, his expression was still cold, and when he spoke now, it was as if he was ordering Mo Yang.

Mo Yang couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and said, "Senior, do you think it's possible? That's my trophy, it's my thing, how can I say anything back?"

As soon as Mo Yang said this, the temperature in the entire private room seemed to drop suddenly, and the atmosphere became solemn.

The middle-aged man did not speak, and slowly retracted his outstretched hand, but the murderous intent burst out in his eyes again.