The Evil Lord of All Realms

A group of burly men gathered around to discuss, and then one of them stepped forward, grabbed Mo Yang, grinned at Mo Yang, and said: "Boy, you killed a spirit bear with one punch? "

Mo Yang nodded expressionlessly.

The big man in front of him grabbed Mo Yang and shook it vigorously, and said: "Then I will stay here from now on and find you a wife. I will take you with me when I go out from now on. You are responsible for doing the work, and we are responsible for carrying the prey behind!"

Mo Yang felt the urge to vomit blood and wanted to slap this big man to death with a slap.

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In this way, Mo Yang became a temporary member of this tribe.

He was thrown into a stone house with a radius of several feet and was forcibly put on a robe made of bearskin. In the blink of an eye, he became a member of a primitive tribe.

As night falls, a group of tough men sit around a lit bonfire, singing songs that only they can understand, and dancing that only they can appreciate...

The strong aroma of barbecue and wine permeated the entire tribe...

Mo Yang sat silently outside his stone house, watching the scene by the bonfire, in a daze.

At this time, he felt a little envious of this tribe. Hidden in this ice and snow, although the conditions were difficult and crude, everyone lived a carefree life.

They seem to only worry about not being able to catch prey...

No need to think about how to live, no need to think about how to go further and live longer!

No more hatred!

Even those old men who have reached the Saint King realm seem to be practicing just to resist some powerful ferocious beasts that appear on this ice field.

Other than that, they seemed to want nothing more.

They are completely different from other cultivators Mo Yang has met, and they are also different from Mo Yang himself.

In the dead of night, Mo Yang sat alone in the stone house, looking up at the stone window, bathing in the bright moonlight that filtered through the window, feeling unprecedentedly peaceful in his heart.

If he is a cultivator who is at the bottleneck of breaking through, with his current state of mind, he may be able to successfully break through the mirror.

He began to think about his future path!

Although things in the world are unpredictable and fate plays tricks on people, his life experience does not allow him to continue to be mediocre.

The next day, Mo Yang went out with a few big men, and they quietly came to an ice cave, which was the lair of a spirit bear.

Even before he got close, he could clearly smell the ominous atmosphere here. One of them glanced at Mo Yang, stretched out four fingers and shook them, indicating that there were four spirit bears in the ice cave.

Mo Yang had no expression on his face and didn't say anything. He walked straight towards the ice cave. The faces of the burly men were shocked. Two of them wanted to hold Mo Yang, but they didn't stop him.

In less than a cup of tea, only a few roars of spirit bears were heard, and then the ice cave completely returned to calm.

Then Mo Yang took action, dragging two spirit bears with one hand and throwing them over casually.

The huge body of the spirit bear crashed onto the ice, shaking the hard ice so much that cracks appeared in patches.

Several big men froze on the spot, staring at Mo Yang in shock. Just now, they were still thinking about how to take action, but who would have thought that everything would be solved before they could say anything.

Judging from the wounds on the spirit bear, they were all killed in one blow. The key was that the speed was too fast, so fast that they didn't even react.

"Where else are we going?" Mo Yang said calmly without any expression on his face.

Doing this seems to be just casual.

"Boy, you can do it. I didn't believe it at first. Are you really not from the Desolate tribe?" After a strong man came to his senses, he walked up to Mo Yang and slapped Mo Yang hard on the shoulder.

Mo Yang just shook his head slightly and didn't say anything.

"Forget it, I see you don't like to talk either. That's enough for today. Let's go back and drink and eat meat. I'll take you to a place tomorrow!"

As the man spoke, he walked up to a spirit bear, dragged it with one hand and walked back.

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In the following time, Mo Yang seemed to have really integrated into this tribe and became what he called a hunter.

Although Mo Yang had no cultivation level, he encountered an ancient relic snow wolf once when he went out. Its combat power was comparable to the peak of the Holy King, but it was also killed by Mo Yang with one punch.

This hunting of snow wolves completely shocked the entire tribe.

At first, many people felt that Mo Yang was hiding his cultivation. It was not until they later determined that he could not even fly in the air that they believed him.

Only the old patriarch looked at Mo Yang with complicated expressions several times, and he obviously saw that Mo Yang was not as simple as he appeared.

If Mo Yang had been living here, maybe he would become the leader of this tribe in the near future.

Time passed slowly, and a month passed in the blink of an eye. The tribe seemed to have gradually become accustomed to Mo Yang's existence, and some people in the tribe began to propose marriage to him.

Because no matter where you are, it seems to be engraved in your bones that men should marry when they are young and women should marry when they are young. It is a natural instinct of human beings.

Within a month, Mo Yang gradually got rid of the taciturn state at the beginning. He learned a lot about this continent and gained an understanding of the situation of the cultivation world on this continent.

This continent is called the Desolate Territory, and the Desolate tribe he heard about before is an extremely ancient tribe on this continent.

Although the Desolate Clan is hidden in the deep mountains and forests, isolated from the outside world, no one has dared to disturb them easily for countless years, because the Desolate Clan seems to be extremely powerful and inherently different.

The tribe he belongs to calls themselves the Snow Tribe. According to them, their ancestors have lived on this ice field for generations. Although they have moved several times due to the turmoil in the cultivation world, they have never left this ice field.

These are only the secondary points. The most important thing is that as he guessed, Xu Qing, Duan Chenxiang and others he met in the ancient secret realm are actually from this continent.

Because Mo Yang heard the names of the Holy Sect and other sects from some people in the tribe.

This vast ice field is located to the north of the wilderness, extremely far away from the bustling place of the cultivation world. If you travel on foot, you may not be able to reach it in several years.

And a month passed, and Mo Yang was trying to practice the Star King Sutra Heart Method every night, but a month passed, and his body was still empty.

He has also tried to sense the Star Emperor Tower countless times, but since the top of the Star Emperor Tower merged with the tower body, there has been no movement, and the tower soul has not responded.

Even so, during this period of time, Mo Yang's state of mind has changed greatly. He finally understood why the Saint of Yaochi left the Yaochi Holy Land to walk with him, and why she felt the breath of earthly fireworks instantly broke through.

No wonder those with unparalleled cultivation would restrain their cultivation and transform themselves into ordinary people, walking in the world of mortals to temper their minds and wash away all their glory.

If his cultivation is still there, he may not be at the first level of the Great Saint Realm at this time.

Mo Yang couldn't stay here forever. His road was broken and he had to find a new way.

Perhaps it was here that he saw his true self, or perhaps the simple humanity here crushed the haze in his heart. The fire of hope gradually ignited in Mo Yang's heart, and the cooled battle blood seemed to gradually revive, buried deep in his heart. The monstrous fighting spirit is awakening little by little.