The Evil Lord of All Realms

The Taoist saint stood silently on the spot, making no movement, obviously not wanting to leave with Zhao Xiaoxiao.

Mo Yang glanced at him without saying anything. He raised his hand and waved, and the teleportation portal slowly dispersed. Then he turned and walked forward.

Not long after, the two came to the Imperial City, an ancient city that was extremely famous in Zhongzhou.

From the information Mo Yang had learned before, the Imperial City has existed in the wilderness for an extremely long time. The origin of the city is too old to be traced. Many wars have occurred here, and the Imperial City has been destroyed countless times, but it has been rebuilt again and again. It continues to this day.

In the minds of many cultivators, the Imperial City is an extraterrestrial pure land.

Because this place is not just a city. I heard that there are several mysterious strong men lurking here. No matter what kind of strong men come here, they must stay safe and keep their peace. No one dares to cause trouble in the city.

Mo Yang accidentally heard other cultivators mention it, so he came here.

On the one hand, he wanted to find a place where he could practice quietly and comprehend the inheritance he had received before. On the other hand, he did not want to directly deal with the Duan family now.

After all, Duan Chenxiang suffered a mute loss at his hands before and was inexplicably teleported thousands of miles away. If he comes back, he will definitely find him as soon as possible.

For Mo Yang, it was not fear, but that in his current situation, he could not gain anything from facing Duan Chenxiang.

The power he can use now is too little, and he is no match for Duan Chenxiang. Moreover, the more times he takes action, the easier it is to find out his true and false status. It will obviously be harmful to him at that time.

Mo Yang did not use the Transformation Scroll to change his appearance, and directly followed the pedestrians into the imperial city.

The Taoist saint said nothing and followed Mo Yang silently. She also heard some rumors about the Imperial City and knew the purpose of Mo Yang's visit.

After entering the Imperial City, no one noticed Mo Yang at first. However, he had several battles in Taoshan and witnessed too many cultivators. It didn't take long before some cultivators finally discovered him. Even if someone started to Whispers started.

Mo Yang seemed not to hear anything, walked silently through the street, and then walked directly into an inn.

After entering the Imperial City, Mo Yang deliberately restrained his aura, because rumors about the Imperial City said that although fighting was prohibited here, it was a real place of crouching tigers, hidden dragons, and there were several extremely terrifying strong men dormant inside.

He had too many secrets, and Mo Yang naturally didn't want to be targeted by the powerful men dormant in the city.

After entering the inn, Mo Yang glanced at the Taoist Saint, thought for a moment, and then asked the innkeeper for two guest rooms.

"You should have heard that there are many powerful people hiding in this city. I don't think this is a place to stay for a long time!" When she came to the door, the Taoist Saint suddenly spoke.

She knew Mo Yang's character, and after entering the imperial city before, she heard many cultivators whispering about Mo Yang. When the news spreads, it is likely to cause trouble. If it attracts the attention of the strong men in the city, it may not be possible. is a good thing.

Mo Yang turned back to look at the Taoist saint, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Little girl, since you have chosen to go with me, you should be mentally prepared. If you are afraid of death, it is still too late to leave now!"

The Taoist saint looked at Mo Yang silently, without saying anything. She paused, pushed open the door to the side and walked in, then closed the door with a bang.

The smile at the corner of Mo Yang's mouth disappeared, and he sighed softly, without saying anything. He opened the door and walked in. Now he just wanted to find a quiet place to practice and comprehend the inheritance he had received before.

After entering the room, Mo Yang sat cross-legged and spread his mind to carefully sense the surroundings.

"The strong ones are dormant in the Imperial City. The movement of cultivation should not be too loud, otherwise it will attract the attention of those strong ones..."

Mo Yang whispered to himself, and then slowly closed his eyes.

He began to comprehend the boxing skills and incomplete sword skills he had acquired before. The boxing skills were extremely simple to practice, and he could use them directly after memorizing them. However, Mo Yang always felt that something was wrong.

On that terrifying battlefield, even the emperor-level experts were killed, and the remaining stone tablets were preserved. The exercises engraved on them should not be ordinary exercises, but the power they unleashed was ordinary.

"This boxing method should not be an ordinary boxing method. They say that the great way is the most simple. Although this boxing method is easy to practice and seems simple, I am afraid there is another mystery behind it. You have to slowly understand it..."

Mo Yang whispered to himself. He had meditated for several hours and tried again and again, but there was no change.

Then he began to comprehend the incomplete set of sword techniques. Because the stone tablet recording the sword techniques was severely damaged, the remaining sword techniques were incomplete. Mo Yang only remembered the mental techniques of the first two moves.

At this moment, Mo Yang's brows gradually tightened as he concentrated on comprehending it. The moment the idea emerged from his mind, there seemed to be a boundless murderous aura sweeping towards him.

After a few breaths, Mo Yang's body suddenly trembled, and he let out a muffled groan, and then a trail of golden blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

It is extremely unbelievable to know that this kind of thing happened to Mo Yang. Although he has little cultivation left, his body is extremely strong, and he was directly injured when he was studying the technique.

"What a terrifying sword intent!"

Mo Yang opened his eyes, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

He has been practicing the Star King Sutra from the beginning of his training. Along the way to now, he has seen many extraordinary techniques, but he has never seen such a terrifying sword intent.

When he was concentrating on understanding just now, he seemed to see a sword light breaking through the eternal time and space and crushing towards him. The killing intention was like a long river of time and space, and it seemed that it could swallow everything in an instant.

"What kind of sword technique is this? Not to mention it is weird, but the killing aura is so terrifying..."

Mo Yang calmed down for a long time, and then concentrated on understanding again. Although it was not as good as it was at the beginning, it didn't take long for his entire face to become pale, and beads of sweat from his forehead kept sliding down his cheeks. .

Half an hour later, Mo Yang opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.

He sighed softly and could only stop. After taking out a spiritual medicine and taking it, he silently closed his eyes and adjusted his breath to recover. Now he could no longer continue to comprehend.

Time passed slowly. In the blink of an eye, four or five days had passed since Mo Yang and the Taoist Saint arrived in the Imperial City. The city had been very peaceful. Mo Yang had been studying the sword skills of the residual technique at the inn. A few days had passed. , he vaguely seemed to have touched some threshold.

On the seventh day after arriving in the Imperial City, Mo Yang heard a piece of news that Duan Chenxiang had also arrived in the Imperial City.

Mo Yang was not surprised when he heard this news. When he entered the Imperial City, he did not hide his appearance and had expected that such a day would come.