Chapter 1024: A Lingering Thought Still Wants to Be a Monster

The so-called three-life body is an ancient taboo technique that uses oneself as the foundation to cultivate the past body and the future body. The three phantoms sitting face to face with the drunkard madman just now, one of them represents his current body. Before Already merged with the body of the alcoholic madman.

The other two were the past body and the future body. Now that the past body was beheaded, this gave the old monster an ominous premonition.

Could it be that this incarnation of the ancestor of the Jiang family was so terrifying that the alcoholic lunatic wanted to fight to the death?

Otherwise, why would he directly kill his past body and fully integrate the power into his body...

In the deep sky, the incarnation of the ancestor of the Jiang family seemed to be no longer calm. After he exclaimed, he took action directly, moved his hands very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he condensed into a Taoist figure and enveloped the super drunk madman.

He seemed to want to forcibly interrupt the alcoholic madman, but the seal still could not get close to the alcoholic madman. The power of space surged there, blocking everything, but the distance of only a few feet seemed to be thousands of miles away.

"What kind of technique is the third-life body? Why is it so weird? Can it really be possible to cultivate the third-life body?" Among the crowd below, some practitioners with high levels of cultivation were confused and kept asking.

"It is said that this is an ancient taboo method, but those are ancient rumors. I'm 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 drunken madman stood there silently, looking at the faint shadow in front of him.

He slowly raised his palm, as if he wanted to cut off this so-called future body.

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

Just as the drunk maniac was about to raise his hand to chop him down, a voice suddenly sounded from below.

Hearing this voice, the alcoholic lunatic suddenly paused with his palms, and then turned back sharply to look at the imperial city below.

Outside the secret room, there was a figure standing there, wearing a white robe, standing there with his hands behind his hands, looking up into the deep space, and the voice obviously came from his mouth.

There were many people who had the same reaction as the alcoholic maniac, because the voice sounded familiar to many people, and it also shocked many people.

The two powerful men in the imperial city also looked for the sound for the first time, and then both of them were stunned, surprised, and confused...

They couldn't even believe it, because that person was Mo Yang. He came out of the secret room at some point. He had changed into clean clothes and had black hair. The blood and stains on his body had been washed away long ago. He looked like It's like a complete recovery.

The only difference was that there was still a sickly paleness on his face.

The old monster was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the old man beside him, then looked back at Mo Yang and murmured: "When did this kid wake up?"

Today's battle didn't last long. Although the drunk maniac kept trying to delay the fight, it only lasted for an hour.

"It seems that he survived and got great benefits, but he has not fully recovered yet!" The old man next to the old monster stared at Mo Yang and seemed to be relieved, but his brows did not relax.

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

At this time, countless eyes had fallen on Mo Yang. Several strong men from the Jiang family were staring at Mo Yang. The strong men from the Duan family and the strong men from the Sword Sect all looked at Mo Yang. In the eyes of many people, Immediately there were expressions of doubt, and some people directly showed strong murderous intent.

Didn't it mean that Mo Yang was seriously injured and was already dying?

Why now, it seems that apart from his face being a little pale, Mo Yang has no injuries at all on his body. Instead, it seems to everyone that he is stronger than before.

"The future body has not been made, it is just a shadow!" The drunk maniac turned back to look at Mo Yang. It took him a long time to regain his senses, and then said this calmly.

"Then continue practicing and you will succeed sooner or later!" Mo Yang responded calmly.

The two of them were going back and forth, talking as if no one else was around, as if they were the only two people left here.

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

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

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

"go back!"

The drunk maniac frowned and said only two words.

"Master, you want to fight to the death, but you have nothing to say to me? Do you still want to leave quietly like before?" Mo Yang continued to climb up to the sky step by step without stopping.

"You have to walk your own path from now on!"

The drunk maniac sighed softly and had only one sentence, then he raised his hand to form a magic seal and covered it down. It was a teleportation circle. He wanted to teleport Mo Yang away directly and away from this place.

Because the Jiang family's avatar is still there, if Mo Yang gets closer, once that avatar takes action, he won't even have a chance to stop it.

But the incarnation of the Jiang family moved very quickly, and with just one point of view, it 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 glimpsed some of Mo Yang's memories and knew what happened to the Jiang family.

"Dead but not stiff, old thing, I'm afraid your body has already turned into dung, and you still want to come out and become a monster despite your lingering thoughts?" Mo Yang stood up, more than ten feet away from the incarnation of the ancestor of the Jiang family, frowned slightly, and said directly Say this.

"Ancestor, be careful, he has an imperial weapon in his hand!" At this time, someone from the Jiang family came to his senses and spoke hurriedly.

If Mo Yang dared to do this, he was probably trying to use the imperial tower.

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

He pressed his palm down suddenly, not paying attention at all.

The drunk maniac changed his color and hurriedly moved to stop him, but it was too late. The power was too terrifying, and the light curtain that he shot out 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 give in, 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 raising his right hand, and then shook slightly, the void instantly collapsed, and a huge space crack spread out, and the power pouring down was directly swallowed by the space crack.

All the onlookers were stunned, and the drunk maniac was also stunned.

At this time, Mo Yang seemed to be a different person, exuding an endless sense of vicissitudes and loneliness, like an unparalleled strong man who had stood alone at the pinnacle of martial arts for endless years.