Ancient Gods

After the old monster finished speaking, he continued, "The Jiang family is very powerful and cannot be compared with the Duan family. Since they sent the divine guards to kill you, they must have the intention to kill you. If they fail once, there will be a second and third time. If you want to live, you should stay with your master!"

Mo Yang was originally thinking about other things. When he heard the old monster's words, he was stunned.

Master?

What the hell...

Although the drunkard had saved him several times, the two had no other connection, and the drunkard had never talked about taking him as a disciple. When did he become his master?

"Master? Did the old man say so himself?" Mo Yang asked with a frown.

The old monster showed a puzzled look on his face and said, "Could it be that he took you as a disciple, and you haven't agreed yet?"

"I met him half a month ago. He called you a disciple. I thought you..."

Mo Yang frowned. The drunkard had never called him that when he was with him, and the two had not known each other for a long time and had never mentioned this matter.

Mo Yang thought carefully, he remembered that he felt that the drunkard gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he observed again and again and was sure that he had never seen him before...

Suddenly, his expression changed, and an amazing guess came to his mind.

"Senior, is that old guy's surname Feng?" Mo Yang's breathing was a little rapid, his tone was extremely urgent, and his eyes were fixed on the old monster.

The old monster was scared by Mo Yang's look, although he was a little puzzled, but he still nodded.

Mo Yang was stunned for a moment, at this moment, his mind was blank, surprise and endless doubts suddenly emerged...

This is the wilderness, not the Xuantian Continent, how did that old thing come here?

And even the old monster called him an old friend, which means that the drunkard has been here for a long time. When did he come to the wilderness?

No wonder he searched all over Xuantian Continent, but found nothing. No one was alive, no one was dead...

No wonder the drunkard always gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity...

No wonder the drunkard helped him for no reason, again and again, how could it be just for a pot of wine...

But wasn't Feng Rukong just at the Saint Emperor level? When did he become so terrifying...

Because according to the means shown by the drunkard, his cultivation level might have surpassed the Heavenly Saint level, otherwise it would be impossible to wipe out a Heavenly Saint powerhouse with a single move.

Or is it just a coincidence, and I guessed wrong?

In an instant, Mo Yang's thoughts were extremely complicated, and he thought of too many things. But no matter what, even if he guessed wrong, he had to ask the drunkard clearly when he saw him, otherwise he would be uneasy and uneasy!

The old monster kept looking at Mo Yang suspiciously. He was also a little confused at this time. There was something unknown between Mo Yang and that Mo Fei. The relationship between the two seemed to be very complicated, otherwise Mo Yang would not react so violently.

After a long time, Mo Yang came back to his senses. He bowed to the old monster and said, "Thank you for coming to remind me!" The old monster frowned and said nothing. He just asked Mo Yang to pay more attention. Then he left the room without stopping. Mo Yang sat down on the chair in a daze. The two faces kept appearing in his mind. The two people's appearances were not similar at all. What he was most worried about at this time was that the result was not what he thought. It was not until an hour later that Mo Yang calmed down. Now no matter how he guessed, it was useless. Only when he met the drunkard would he have the answer. He got up and went to the window. It was dark at this time. Looking at the busy street, Mo Yang was observing silently and guessing where the Jiang family's divine guards were hiding. Because he lived in this inn, it was not a secret. There were too many cultivators in the imperial city who knew that the assassins of the Jiang family came here and it was easy to find out. Since the other party wanted to kill him, they would definitely hide around. "If I continue like this, I will be too passive. If I am careless, I may not be able to escape into the Star Emperor Tower in time!" Mo Yang said to himself in his heart.

Because waiting for a strong enemy to come to the door is not good for Mo Yang, after all, he has no idea when the other party will make a move.

"As the ancients said, you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child. It seems that I have to use some useful bait to catch fish!"

Mo Yang thought for a while, then closed the window, and then he silently operated the war scroll, and an incarnation appeared beside him silently.

The avatar condensed by the war scroll is different from the external incarnation in the ordinary sense. It can be completely indistinguishable from the real thing. It not only has the cultivation aura of the original body, but also has thoughts. If it is not for the strong to observe carefully, there is no clue at all.

After condensing the incarnation, Mo Yang used the transformation scroll to completely conceal his own aura, and at the same time changed his appearance.

Not long after, the incarnation quietly walked out of the inn. Only when the incarnation walked away did Mo Yang's real body quietly rush out of the house and follow the incarnation from a distance.

Undoubtedly, the incarnation condensed by Mo Yang showed its true face and was instantly recognized by the cultivators on the street, which immediately caused a lot of discussion among the cultivators, and many people followed behind.

And Mo Yang's real body followed those cultivators and walked forward silently. He was tense and observed the little movements around him.

"Swoosh..."

About an incense stick of time, a faint sound crossed the night sky, and a dark light flashed by.

Mo Yang was suddenly startled. Even though he had been sensing with all his strength, he could not catch where the light came from, and could not sense the position of the person who made the move.

But the incarnation was beheaded in an instant, and as the head was cut off, the incarnation suddenly turned into a ray of golden light and dissipated.

If it was his original body, although he would not die, he would not have time to react at all. Everything happened too fast, so fast that no one noticed.

It was not until the head of Mo Yang's incarnation was cut off that the cultivators around him changed color, and they were in chaos in an instant, and screams were heard.

"What a terrifying killing method, not only is it extremely powerful, but it is also so weird..." Mo Yang whispered in his heart.

Although his six senses were sharp, he still did not detect the suspicious fluctuations in advance.

Taking advantage of the chaos among the crowd, Mo Yang's original body retreated without a sound.

After several twists and turns, he returned to the inn and carefully recalled the scene just now. There was only one person who took action. If it was an ordinary cultivator, that blow would be a fatal blow, and there would be no possibility of survival.

"What a Jiang family!"

Mo Yang's eyes flashed with a strong murderous intent. If he wanted to deal with these Jiang family divine guards, there was only one way, which was to lure them all out and then suppress them with the help of the Star Emperor Tower.

This was the only way Mo Yang could think of. As long as they could be put into the Star Emperor Tower, no matter how powerful their methods were, it would be useless.