The Evil Lord of All Realms

At this time, the alley fell into a brief silence.

The dozen or so cultivators in black watched helplessly as the first-level cultivator in the Transcendent Realm who rushed towards Mo Yang fell to the ground, his life breath disappearing completely in an instant, and everyone looked horrified.

They should have seen the scene clearly. The strange young man in front of them just stretched out two fingers and easily caught the sharp sword. Then with a flick of his fingers, the sharp sword was directly shattered. .

Who is this person?

This was a question that came to the minds of all the cultivators in black at the same time.

Including Meng Xianyin, although she had some doubts in her heart and felt that the young man seemed familiar, she had never seen or heard of the girl beside him.

"Who are you?" After the leader of the black-clothed cultivators recovered from the shock, he immediately took a few steps back in surprise, stared at Mo Yang warily, and shouted.

Mo Yang touched his chin, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Man!"

Facing such a strange response from Mo Yang, even the Yaochi Saint was speechless. She had never found Mo Yang to be so strange in the past.

Who doesn't know he is a man?

Ergouzi almost burst out laughing, it seemed that Mo Yang's response suited him very well.

All the men in black were extremely angry, and some of them began to curse.

Obviously, the strange young man in front of them was teasing them.

Meng Xianyin, who was behind, became more and more suspicious. She stared at Mo Yang and kept sensing, but the aura of this mysterious young man seemed completely different from that of that person. It seemed that he was not that person.

"Uh...why, you don't believe it, how about I pull it down and show it to you?" Mo Yang saw that the men in black didn't speak, and then said this.

"It doesn't hurt to take a look, but I'm worried that after watching it, you will fall into endless low self-esteem!"

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The Saint of Yaochi glanced at Mo Yang coldly. She felt her hands were itchy and wanted to give Mo Yang a few strokes because Mo Yang's words were really too much.

It doesn't hurt to take a look, isn't she still there?

If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she wouldn't have believed that such rogue words came from Mo Yang's mouth.

"Tsk, tsk, boy, you are really shameless, do you show off like this..." Ergouzi looked extremely vulgar, and glanced at the Yaochi Saint as he spoke.

"Boy, if you dare to tease us, you are seeking death!" Several grumpy men in black were furious, and they all raised their swords and pointed at Mo Yang.

What's worse, the other party actually used that thing to humiliate them, how could they endure it?

Seeing that a group of men in black were about to take action, Mo Yang hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Slow down, don't be in a hurry if you want to take action!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Yang glanced at the cultivator in black, looked at Meng Xianyin, and said, "If I save your life, what will you do to repay me?"

At this time, there was a faint smile on his lips, and he spoke very casually, with the air of a playboy and prodigal.

Meng Xianyin's expression was slightly startled. Looking at that lazy and slightly evil face, she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

She had always doubted whether this person could be Mo Yang, but the aura of the other person was completely different from Mo Yang.

"If you want it, I can give you the technique!" Meng Xianyin said, her voice a little weak.

Her face was pale, and the injuries on her body continued to worsen. If she hadn't been holding on, she would have fainted.

"Shameless boy, how else can she repay you? Apart from offering her her body, is it possible that you could also be interested in those secret techniques of Xianyin Pavilion..." Ergouzi curled his lips.

"OK!"

Mo Yang nodded.

Then he looked at the dozen or so men in black and walked forward step by step.

"No matter who you are, if you dare to interfere in our affairs today, I will kill you without a burial place!" The man in black at the head was already furious. Seeing Mo Yang's arrogance, he immediately roared.

Suddenly, more than a dozen black-clothed cultivators rushed towards Mo Yang at high speed, their sharp swords emitting wisps of murderous intent, pointing directly at Mo Yang.

Intense murderous intent instantly filled the entire alley.

But, the next moment, something terrible happened.

Mo Yang walked with his hands behind his back, and when he took one step, a ray of light spread out from under his feet like a ripple.

The four cultivators in black who were rushing at the front suddenly collapsed, and their bodies were instantly shattered by an invisible force, exploding into clouds of blood mist.

The strong smell of blood filled the alley in the blink of an eye.

But Mo Yang didn't stop, and then the second one fell down, and another ray of light swayed.

The bodies of five more cultivators in black collapsed, and even the long swords in their hands were directly shattered by the invisible force, turning into pieces and falling down.

At this time, there were only four cultivators in black left in the entire alley. Except for the leader, the other three were frozen in place.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed it would happen.

Who is this mysterious young man? More than a dozen transcendent cultivators took action, but they didn't even touch the opponent's robe, and nine of them were shattered in the blink of an eye.

It's not as simple as erasing it, even the body was shattered, this is the real corpse left behind...

"You, who are you?" The middle-aged man at the head felt a cold air instantly rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The hands holding the sword were trembling, and his voice was trembling.

"Didn't I just say that I am a man, and a strong man!" Mo Yang said, looking very serious and serious.

"I'll fight with you!" The man in black at the head was so angry that he let out an angry roar, raised his sword and charged towards Mo Yang.

"It's not the right word to spell!" Mo Yang finally stopped and said this.

Immediately, he pointed a finger, and the head of the middle-aged man in the lead instantly collapsed.

The headless body still kept its forward posture, rushing nearly ten meters before falling to the ground.

One of the remaining three men in black was frightened and fainted when he saw Mo Yang glance away. The other one gritted his teeth and rushed towards Mo Yang.

The results speak for themselves.

The other person fell to his knees directly, his eyes filled with endless horror. Even if they were not weak in cultivation, they had never seen such a bloody scene before.

The strong and pungent smell of blood made him vomit.

Mo Yang frowned and originally wanted to take action, but paused and retracted his palm.

Then he looked towards Meng Xianyin. At this time, Meng Xianyin's face was full of horror, and she was stunned. When Mo Yang looked at her, she could not come back to her senses.

"You don't want to leave yet?"

After Mo Yang finished speaking, he turned around, walked a few steps and then paused. Looking back, he saw that Meng Xianyin had fainted.

"Uh... Why are you so dizzy? I haven't given you the technique yet..."

Mo Yang was speechless. He knew it was Meng Xianyin's injury, so he frowned. He raised his hand and grabbed Meng Xianyin, and then walked out of the alley.