Ancient Gods

The so-called three-life body is an ancient forbidden skill, which uses oneself as the foundation to cultivate the past body and the future body. The three phantoms that just sat cross-legged with the drunkard, one of which represents his present body, has been merged with the drunkard's body before.

The other two are the past body and the future body. Now that the past body has been cut off, the old monster has an ominous premonition.

Could it be that the incarnation of the Jiang family ancestor is too terrifying, and the drunkard wants to fight to the death?

Otherwise, why would he directly cut off the past body and completely absorb the power into his body...

In the deep sky, the incarnation of the Jiang family ancestor seemed to be calm. After exclaiming, he took action directly, his hands moved very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a Taoist picture condensed and enveloped the drunkard.

He seemed to want to forcibly interrupt the drunkard, but the seal still couldn't get close to the drunkard. The power of space there surged, blocking everything. It was only a few feet away, but it seemed to be thousands of miles away.

"What kind of skill is the Three-Life Body? Why is it so strange? Can it really cultivate a Three-Life Body?" In the crowd below, some cultivators with high cultivation were puzzled and kept asking questions.

"It is said that this is an ancient taboo method, but those are all ancient rumors. I am afraid no one knows it now. The inheritance has been cut off long ago. I don't know where this person got it from..."

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Amidst the many discussions, the drunkard stood there silently, looking at the faint shadow in front of him.

He slowly raised his palm, as if he was going to cut off the so-called future body.

"Didn't you say that no one can cultivate the future body?"

Seeing that the drunkard was about to raise his hand to cut it down, a voice suddenly sounded below.

Hearing this voice, the drunkard's palm suddenly paused, and then suddenly turned back to look at the imperial city below.

Outside the secret room, there stood a figure wearing a white robe, standing there with his hands behind his back, looking up at the deep space. The voice was obviously coming from his mouth.

There were many people who had the same reaction as the drunkard, because the voice sounded familiar to many people and shocked many people.

The two strong men in the imperial city also looked for the sound at the first time, and then they were both stunned, surprised, and confused...

They didn't even dare to believe it, because that person was Mo Yang, who came out of the secret room at some point. He had changed into clean robes and had black hair. The blood stains on his body had been washed away long ago, and he looked like he had completely recovered.

The only difference was that his face was still a little pale.

The old monster was stunned, then glanced at the old man next to him, then turned back to stare at Mo Yang, muttering: "When did this kid wake up?"

Today's battle didn't last long. Although the drunkard had been trying to delay time, it was only an hour before and after.

"It seems that he survived, and he also got a lot of benefits, but he hasn't recovered completely yet!" The old man next to the old monster stared at Mo Yang and seemed relieved, but his brows did not relax.

"This kid is really lucky!" The old man added.

At this time, countless eyes have fallen on Mo Yang. Several Jiang family masters stared at Mo Yang, and the Duan family masters and the Sword Sect masters all looked at Mo Yang. Many people immediately showed doubts in their eyes, and some people directly showed strong murderous intent.

Didn't they say that Mo Yang was seriously injured and dying?

How come now, Mo Yang looks like he has no injuries except a pale face, but gives everyone the feeling that he seems to be stronger than before.

"The future body has not been refined, it's just a phantom!" The drunkard looked back at Mo Yang, and it took a long time for him to come back to his senses, and then he said this calmly.

"Then continue to practice, and you will be refined sooner or later!" Mo Yang responded calmly.

The two of them talked back and forth, as if there were only two of them here at this time.

The drunkard's hair was lifted by the floating air waves, revealing his face. At this moment, he looked exactly like Feng Rukong. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head silently.

Mo Yang did not respond, did not speak, lowered his head and pondered slightly, and then ascended to the sky step by step.

He did not look at the Jiang family and Duan family masters in the distance, nor did he pay attention to others. He just walked silently towards the sky step by step, as if he was stepping on a ladder, and there was a sound of thumping under his feet.

"Go back!"

The drunkard frowned, and there were only two words in his mouth.

"Master, you want to fight to the death, so you have nothing to say to me? Do you still want to leave quietly like before?" Mo Yang did not stop, and continued to ascend to the sky step by step.

"You have to walk the road ahead by yourself!"

The drunkard sighed lightly, only one sentence, and then raised his hand to form a seal to cover it down. It was a teleportation array. He wanted to teleport Mo Yang directly away and send him away from here.

Because the Jiang family incarnation was still there, if Mo Yang got closer, once the incarnation took action, he would not even have a chance to stop it.

But the Jiang family incarnation moved quickly, just pointed out with one finger, and directly shattered the teleportation seal.

He was also staring at Mo Yang, and then a strong murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and he said: "I understand!"

He seemed to have peeked into some of Mo Yang's memories and knew what happened in the Jiang family.

"Dead but not stiff, old thing, your body has probably already turned into dung, and you still want to make trouble with a remnant?" Mo Yang stood still, more than ten feet away from the incarnation of the Jiang family ancestor, frowned slightly, and said this directly.

"Ancestor, be careful, he has an imperial weapon in his hand!" At this time, some Jiang family strongmen came to their senses and spoke loudly.

Mo Yang dared to do this, I'm afraid he wanted to use the imperial tower.

"Ants are just ants, even if they have an imperial weapon in their hands, they are still ants!" A cold voice came from the mouth of the Jiang family ancestor.

He pressed down with his palm, not caring at all.

The drunkard changed color and hurriedly tried to stop him, but it was too late. The power was too terrifying, and the light curtain that hit him was directly shattered. The violent power suddenly poured down and swallowed Mo Yang.

But the situation was very strange at this time. Mo Yang did not retreat, nor did he hide in the Star Emperor Tower, nor did he take out the Emperor Tower to stop him.

He just stood there, just slowly raised his right hand, and then shook it slightly. The void collapsed in an instant, and a huge space crack spread out. The pouring power was directly swallowed by the space crack.

All the onlookers were stunned, and the drunkard was also stunned.

At this time, Mo Yang seemed to have become a different person, exuding an endless sense of vicissitudes and loneliness, like a peerless strongman who stood alone at the peak of martial arts for endless years.