The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang was really murderous.

In this battle, he was going to kill Jiang Xunhuan.

Even though there were two powerful men from the Dao Sect outside the martial arts arena, he had no intention of stopping.

"puff……"

Mo Yang then landed a punch, and Jiang Xunhuan's body instantly flew backwards and landed directly outside the martial arts arena.

He coughed out several large mouthfuls of blood, and a large area of ​​his chest was sunken. The broken ribs directly pierced his skin and robes, leaving a large section of his chest exposed.

This scene caused a deathly silence around the martial arts arena.

Because it looked so chilling all over the body, many disciples of the Xuantian Holy Land felt their scalps go numb when they looked at Jiang Xunhuan's miserable condition.

"Do you think you'll win like this?"

Jiang Xunhuan was covered in blood and slowly got up from the ground. The wounds all over his body were recovering very quickly.

The dense white bones that were pierced from the chest glowed with a white light, making a crackling sound. The broken bones returned to their original positions, and a strong wave of blood energy came out of his body.

The biggest difference between a strong person in the Holy Realm and an ordinary cultivator is here. If it were a strong person in the Extraordinary Realm, the injury just now would have been serious, even fatal.

But Jiang Xunhuan had already entered the holy realm and could repair quickly. In just a few breaths, the blood flow from his wound had stopped.

Mo Yang looked calm and stood on the martial arts field, looking at Jiang Xunhuan with a ferocious expression.

He was not surprised at all, after all, this was not the first time he had fought against a powerful person from the Holy Realm.

"Today I will let you understand what it means to be an ant under the holy realm!"

Jiang Xunhuan stood there, surrounded by a halo, his injuries repairing rapidly. Although his face looked a bit pale, his aura was stronger than before.

He took one step forward and appeared on the martial arts field again. He turned his palm and pointed a long sword at Mo Yang.

Seeing this scene, people around the martial arts arena screamed in surprise. The two strong men from Dao Dao Sect wanted to take action, but at this time they endured it.

"You are right. For ordinary cultivators, they are indeed like ants under the holy realm, but that does not include me!"

After Mo Yang said that, he stepped forward suddenly, and cracks spread rapidly in all directions with the soles of his feet as the center.

The power of the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons increased to another level, and the golden energy flowing around Mo Yang gradually turned towards blood red.

Jiang Xunhuan finally set foot in the Holy Realm, and relying on the power of the first three levels of the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons was obviously not enough.

The rubble and smoke were everywhere on the ring. What was strange was that the smoke and dust that was shaken into the air did not disperse for a long time.

There seemed to be a force flowing through it. Not only did it not dissipate, but it gradually turned into a mist and enveloped the martial arts field.

While using the Nine Transformations of Gods and Demons, Mo Yang also used the Twelfth Level of Misty Rain.

Because there are some methods that he still needs to hide.

In the mist-shrouded martial arts arena, Mo Yang and Jiang Xunhuan stood opposite each other.

Jiang Xunhuan looked at the strange mist around him and frowned slightly. After not seeing each other for so long, Mo Yang seemed to have some more tricks up his sleeve, because Mo Yang had never used them before.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, and he also knew that Mo Yang was difficult to deal with.

However, just when he was about to take action, his body suddenly trembled, because two Mo Yang appeared in his sight.

At first glance, the two Mo Yang were exactly the same, covered in blood.

His first reaction was that he was hallucinating, and he thought it was caused by the fog circulating around him.

But then, the third Mo Yang appeared.

"you……"

Jiang Xunhuan's expression changed drastically, and his heart was shaking. What on earth is going on?

He was sure that this was not an illusion, because only Mo Yang's body was followed by a shadow.

There was only one possibility, and that was that two of the figures were external incarnations. This was the only explanation he could think of.

That's why he changed his color, because he knew very well that the magical power of external incarnation could only be displayed by cultivating the Holy King.

Mo Yang is just a cultivator in the extraordinary realm, how did he do it?

"Did you do it on purpose, using this fog to hide it so that no one would know that you can use your external incarnation?"

Jiang Xunhuan looked around. The fog was very strange. There was a force flowing through it. Even if he concentrated his eyesight, he couldn't see through it completely.

"It seems you are not too stupid!"

Mo Yang spoke.

He looked at Jiang Xunhuan and said, "Even if you don't look for me, I will look for you. I have a blood feud with your Dao Sect, and it starts with you!"

Mo Yang spoke calmly, and then the three figures moved together, turning into three streams of light and rushing towards Jiang Xunhuan in three directions.

Each incarnation is like Mo Yang's true body, with his feet stepping on the scroll and his whole body covered in blood.

"boom……"

"boom……"

Several loud noises were heard in succession in the martial arts field, and the fog covering it was shaken and surged violently.

The faces of cultivators around the martial arts arena were shocked. Many cultivators couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. Even Yu Yao could only barely see some blurry traces.

Listening to the successive collisions, the two powerful men from the Dao Sect looked solemn and clenched their fists unconsciously.

But everything happened quickly. After a moment, Jiang Xunhuan's body flew out of the mist and hit the ground heavily.

In just a few breaths, a large amount of scarlet blood flowed out from under his body.

The long sword in his hand was twisted into a twist, and his left arm seemed to be torn off directly. Blood was gurgling from the wound, which looked shocking.

The most important thing is that there is a gash between his eyebrows. If you look closely, you can see that it was pierced by a long sword.

After falling to the ground, his body was still struggling, but his whole body was shaking, and his angry eyes were full of reluctance and fear.

The expressions of the two powerful men from Dao Dao Sect changed greatly. They quickly came to Jiang Xunhuan and hurriedly took out a few spiritual pills and gave them to Jiang Xunhuan.

It just doesn't work at all.

At this time, the fog that filled the martial arts field gradually dissipated, revealing Mo Yang's figure.

He also had two wounds on his body. The robe on his chest was torn by the sword and stained with strands of gold. His right arm was pierced by the sword, but the wounds were already healing.

He stood expressionless on the martial arts arena, with no joy or other expressions on his face, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"It's over. Jiang Xunhuan's soul has been destroyed. Even if he goes to the Holy Land, he can't save it!" A Holy Land disciple said.

Yu Yao looked at Jiang Xunhuan, who was lying motionless in a pool of blood, and then looked at the figure standing on the martial arts field. For a moment, her mind went blank.

She knew that Mo Yang was extremely talented and had many extraordinary methods. Mo Yang might not lose in this battle, but she didn't expect that Jiang Xunhuan would be killed by Mo Yang in such a short period of time.

The soul was destroyed. Even if the magic pill was here, Jiang Xunhuan would not be able to survive.