Ancient Gods

Seeing that he suddenly stopped when he was about to take action, all the strong men of the Jiang family suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Listening to Mo Yang's words again, even the old antiques of the Jiang family were puzzled.

Mo Yang had been so strong before, and the imperial soldiers were just about to attack, yet he would actually change his attitude.

Despite this, the Jiang family's strong men still felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

In their opinion, the junior in front of them is even crazier than a lunatic, and he dares to do anything. If this is Mo Yang's deliberate trick to confuse them, once they relax, the consequences will be disastrous.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yang stepped on the nine-story stone tower and turned around to leave without stopping.

Watching Mo Yang leave, an old man from the Jiang family hurriedly took action, raised his hand and shot out a divine radiance to cover the blood mist in mid-air, and then rolled it back.

Because of the suppression of Emperor Wei, Jiang Mingxue was unable to reshape his body, and if time passed, Jiang Mingxue would most likely be wiped out directly.

Mo Yang couldn't care about anything else at this time. After leaving the Jiang family, he put away the Star Emperor Tower and then left Jiangdu City in a few flashes.

Mo Yang is now anxious to see the drunkard, because for him, whether the master is alive is much more important than confronting the Jiang family.

Ever since he heard those words from the guardian of the Imperial City, Mo Yang was eager to find out the identity of the drunkard.

As for the Jiang family, watching Mo Yang leave the Imperial Tower, there was no way they would stop him, because according to Mo Yang's insufferable character, if someone took action, Mo Yang would really do it.

A strong man from the Jiang family stood in mid-air and put away the emperor-level war sword. He stared at the direction Mo Yang left with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Mo Yang left suddenly. It didn't look like he was afraid of taking action, but more like he was leaving because of something urgent, because Mo Yang left in a hurry and rushed out of Jiangdu City.

If Mo Yang didn't want to fight to the death, there was no way he could wait until now.

Many cultivators who retreated to the outside of the imperial city watched as Mo Yang retreated, and the hearts of many cultivators finally dropped.

Some cultivators even cast extremely hateful looks at Mo Yang, feeling that Mo Yang's methods were too vicious and he did not care about the safety of everyone.

Regarding this battle, at first, many cultivators wanted to watch Mo Yang and the Jiang family fight to death. However, as the two imperial weapons appeared and the imperial waves spread in all directions, threatening their lives, everyone's My thoughts have changed.

This is how people in the world are. When their own interests are not concerned, they will hope that things will get bigger and bigger, but if their own interests are harmed, they like to blame more than anyone else.

Mo Yang listened to the words of many cultivators below. He just lowered his head and glanced at it without saying anything else. With his current cultivation level and state of mind, he would naturally not argue with ordinary people because of some words. .

After leaving Jiangdu City, Mo Yang dispersed his spiritual senses and then flashed away in one direction.

After traveling for several miles, Mo Yang stopped. He didn't speak, but just looked at the figure in front of him silently.

After a few breaths, the drunk maniac turned around, still looking slovenly.

He glanced up and down at Mo Yang, and then frowned, seeming to be a little confused about Mo Yang's expression at this time, but he didn't ask any more questions.

"Boy, you are really brave. You actually dare to go to Jiangducheng and confront the Jiang family head-on. Aren't you afraid of death?" He looked at Mo Yang for a moment and said.

Mo Yang took a deep breath, walked forward with his hands behind his hands, and then said: "A senior once told me that cultivators are not afraid of death, which is the foundation for becoming stronger!"

After hearing this, the drunk maniac frowned and said: "Even so, you must understand one thing. Only when you are alive can you have hope. Don't you know how strong the Jiang family is? You broke into Jiangdu City alone to confront the Jiang family head-on. Jiang The family may lose its vitality, but you will lose your life!”

"Senior, you and I have only met by chance, so why do you help me again and again?" Mo Yang asked instead without answering.

"Boy, I told you before that I owe you a bottle of wine!" The alcoholic maniac responded calmly.

"Is it really just because of a bottle of wine?"

"Master!"

Mo Yang looked at the drunkard man silently. When he heard the last two words in Mo Yang's mouth, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the drunkard man, but other than that, there was no other reaction.

He looked at Mo Yang again, with a suspicious look on his face, and said, "You want to become my teacher?"

Mo Yang sighed softly and walked slowly to the drunk maniac. Even though he had been trying to control his emotions, his voice was still trembling and there were tears floating in his eyes.

"I've been looking for you on Xuantian Continent for a long time!"

"I have been to Sunset Valley, to the ancient tribes outside the ancient wilderness, to the ancient battlefields in Xuantian North Territory... and I have never found any trace of you!"

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Mo Yang's voice was trembling, and he spoke one sentence after another, saying a lot.

The drunk maniac looked at Mo Yang silently, and an inaudible sigh came from his mouth.

Mo Yang continued: "I knew you wouldn't die, but I couldn't figure out how Master came to the wilderness? And Master's cultivation..."

The drunk maniac pondered for a while, then said: "I have never left the wilderness!"

This sentence made Mo Yang look stunned for a moment. Although the appearance of the alcoholic madman was different from the master, in Mo Yang's view, the appearance could be changed in many ways.

If he hadn't already made up his mind, he wouldn't have said those words.

And when he was talking just now, he kept staring at the drunkard and could clearly feel the mood swings of the drunkard.

But why does the drunkard still refuse to admit it? Is there some unknown reason?

Without waiting for Mo Yang to ask, the drunkard sighed and said, "That's one of my Dao bodies!"

Mo Yang was stunned!

A Dao body?

A Dao body can exist for such a long time across two continents, and it's really just one Dao body?

Mo Yang naturally wouldn't believe it. His cultivation is not weak now. He can condense several external incarnations in a thought, and the clones evolved from the war scroll he cultivated can even be indistinguishable from the real one, with the thoughts and power of the original body.

But in his cognition, even the clones evolved from the war scroll can't exist for too long, let alone exist across two continents, and can be accepted as a disciple through deduction.

Although the drunkard's cultivation is unfathomable, it seems impossible.

The drunkard saw the change in Mo Yang's expression and frowned, "You don't believe it?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Mo Yang had the urge to spit blood. This kind of words can't fool even a three-year-old child.

"Have you heard of the three lives?" The drunkard said.

When Mo Yang heard this, he was slightly stunned. He seemed to have seen this statement in the ancient books of the Yao Chi Holy Land, but it referred to a kind of martial arts, and it was only a record in the ancient books. Whether it really existed was still an unknown.