Ancient Gods

Mo Yang thought about it silently, vaguely remembering the description of the third life body in ancient books. The so-called third life body is a set of extremely ancient taboo techniques.

The so-called three-life body means cultivating the three-life body, using oneself as the foundation to cultivate the past body and the future body.

When he first saw the relevant description, Mo Yang felt that the above statement was too unreal, so he just glanced at it briefly. If the drunk man hadn't mentioned it, he probably wouldn't have remembered it.

If it is true as recorded in the ancient books, if what the alcoholic lunatic said is true, then this set of exercises would be a bit too scary.

You must know that back on Xuantian Continent, Feng Rukong was a living person, not an incarnation.

Even at this moment, Mo Yang couldn't believe it. With his current knowledge, he couldn't understand it anyway.

"Could this kind of skill really exist in the world..." Mo Yang murmured. In this way, wouldn't it mean that he could cultivate three true bodies.

The drunk maniac seemed to see through what Mo Yang was thinking. He sighed softly and said: "That is my past body. As far as I know, no one can cultivate the future body!"

Listening to the drunkard's words, Mo Yang felt extremely confused in his mind. He didn't know what to say at this moment. Could it be that an incarnation accepted him as his disciple?

What should happen to Qian Zong on Xuantian Continent? What would those senior brothers and sisters do if they knew all this?

"Although he is a past person, he is still a living person in a sense, and what he has experienced is the same as what I have experienced!" The drunkard looked at Mo Yang and said this.

Mo Yang silently looked at the sloppy strong man in front of him, with extremely complicated emotions. Although he didn't want to believe it, all of this was most likely true.

"Is he still alive?" Mo Yang took a deep breath and couldn't help but ask.

Even if it was just a so-called past incarnation, Mo Yang didn't want that incarnation to perish, even if it wasn't the original body.

A breeze blew by, and the disheveled hair of the alcoholic madman fluttered in the wind. At this time, the appearance of his face slowly changed, turning into the familiar face of Mo Yang.

"He existed, but never died!"

The drunk maniac spoke calmly, and then continued: "When I separated from you, my past body returned to the wilderness, and the two bodies merged, he was me, and I was him!"

Seeing that Mo Yang wanted to ask something else, the alcoholic madman continued: "Although I had an independent mind in the past, I was also the one who took the lead in what I did. I am the one who accepted you as my disciple!"

Mo Yang froze in place and remained silent. The news he heard today was completely beyond his understanding and made his thoughts very confused. He needed time to calm down.

At this time, there were several powerful auras approaching in the distance, which pulled Mo Yang back from his thoughts.

The drunk maniac raised his head and glanced at the night sky, and said: "The collision of the two imperial powers in Jiangdu City should have alarmed many powerful people. Let's go, get out of here first!"

Watching the drunkard leave, Mo Yang looked back at Jiang Ducheng, without stopping, and followed the drunkard away.

After leaving Jiangdu City, the drunkard stopped at the top of a green peak.

Mo Yangfei landed on the top of Qingshan Mountain, and then he wanted to speak, because he still had too many doubts in his heart and wanted to ask directly.

But at this moment, the drunk maniac raised his head and glanced in the air, a chill flashed across his face, and he said in a deep voice: "How dare you follow me!"

Hearing the words of the drunkard maniac, Mo Yang was suddenly startled and hurriedly raised his head to look into the night sky. His spiritual thoughts also spread out at the same time, sensing carefully.

Could it be that there is some strong person hiding in the dark?

But he dispersed his spiritual thoughts and sensed carefully, and he didn't find anything unusual at all.

But looking at the look on the drunken lunatic's face at this moment, I'm afraid there really is a strong man hiding in the dark.

For a moment, he already had a guess in his mind.

Before, he and the Jiang family directly showed off their imperial troops to confront each other. Although they did not fight to the death, they also killed several strong men from the Jiang family. I am afraid that the strong men from the Jiang family followed him secretly to get rid of him.

It was most likely the divine guards of the Jiang family, so it was normal that he couldn't sense it. After all, those divine guards were all powerful men who were proficient in killing, and their concealment methods were extremely amazing.

"Let's go, I don't want to do anything tonight!"

The drunk maniac spoke in a deep voice.

Mo Yang didn't ask. He silently scanned the night sky, and then his eyes suddenly froze. He didn't know when there was a figure dozens of meters in front of him.

It was an old man, his hair looked gray, but there were not many wrinkles on his face. He was dressed in gray clothes, and his whole body exuded an aura of returning to nature.

"Who are you?"

The old man did not look at Mo Yang, but looked directly at the drunk maniac and asked.

The drunk maniac glanced at Mo Yang beside him and said, "He is my disciple!"

A strange color flashed in the old man's eyes, and at the same time there was a trace of murderous intent.

At this time, several wisps of fluctuations appeared in the surroundings, and then black shadows emerged one after another.

Mo Yang raised his eyes and glanced, he knew the identities of these people. They were the divine guards of the Jiang family, and their attire was different from ordinary people.

It's just that these divine guards seemed different from those that Mo Yang had encountered before. The invisible aura was extremely terrifying, like several messengers from hell, exuding cold murderous intent.

"You, the Jiang family, have promised not to be enemies with Mo Yang in the future. Could it be that the Jiang family wants to break their promise?" Before Mo Yang could speak, the alcoholic madman stared at the old man in gray and said.

"Since he is your disciple, shouldn't you give him an explanation?"

The old man in gray clothes stared at the drunk maniac and asked coldly.

"You old man, you still want to have an explanation. Do you think your Jiang family will force me to activate the Emperor Tower to fight you tonight?" Mo Yang was furious.

The Jiang family was obviously unwilling and wanted to get rid of him secretly. If the drunkard was not beside him, he would not have noticed the gray-robed old man's attack.

"You ignorant boy, you only care about your words. My Jiang family just doesn't want to hurt the people of Jiangdu City. Do you really think that you can hurt the foundation of my Jiang family with your tower?" The gray-robed old man almost couldn't help but attack, and his eyes looking at Mo Yang were extremely murderous.

"Explanation? You sent the Divine Guards to assassinate my apprentice, and I haven't asked your Jiang family for an explanation yet. You ask me for an explanation?" The drunkard's tone suddenly became cold and stern.

"Let's forget what happened tonight. If the Jiang family dares to attack my disciple again in the future, I will come here in person and destroy your Jiang family!"

When the drunkard said this, it seemed as if thunder exploded in the deep sky. A breath suddenly emanated from his body, shocking the gray-robed old man and those divine guards to retreat again and again.

The gray-robed old man's face changed drastically. He looked at the drunkard in doubt. Although he tried to keep himself calm, the shock in his eyes was hard to hide.

"You...you actually took that step!" He seemed to feel the drunkard's cultivation, and his voice trembled a little.

Then he glanced at Mo Yang coldly and said to those divine guards: "Go!"