Ancient Gods

After washing away the bloodstains all over his body, Mo Yang sorted it out silently, then determined the direction and headed towards the direction of the Imperial City.

He left step by step, and beside the stream stained red by blood, a figure appeared silently, holding a broken wine flask in his hand.

Looking at Mo Yang's slightly lonely figure, the drunk maniac didn't say anything, but just let out an inaudible sigh.

The alcoholic maniac seemed to have been following in the dark, witnessing Mo Yang fighting with those ferocious beasts along the way, using the most primitive fighting method, cruel and bloody, and then walked out of the dense forest step by step.

He had doubts in his heart. He didn't know how Mo Yang lost his cultivation for the first time, but this time, he still hadn't figured it out. Although Mo Yang's soul was damaged, the true energy around his body would not be dissipated anyway. Clean and tidy.

This is obviously not in line with common sense. Since it goes against common sense, there must be other reasons.

"Is it related to that tower?"

He watched Mo Yang's figure walking away step by step, his brows gradually furrowed, and he spoke softly.

"When you come here, your destiny has completely changed... But don't worry, I will block all threats for you before your cultivation level is restored!"

After the drunk maniac finished speaking, his whole body changed drastically. At this moment, his figure seemed to have grown taller in an instant. He stood by the stream with his hands behind his hands and said in a deep voice: "How long do you want to follow me?"

It was obviously quiet all around, Mo Yang had already walked away, and there seemed to be no one else here.

And after a few breaths, a figure emerged from behind, without any sound or fluctuation, silently...

This is an old man, dressed in gray robes, with snow-white hair, but there are no wrinkles on his face, and he still looks young. But judging from the vicissitudes of life in his eyes, this man is obviously very old. Big.

"When did you notice me?"

The old man stared at the alcoholic madman standing with his back and asked in a deep voice.

"When you first arrived!" The drunk maniac said and turned around slowly, his hair flowing, and his eyes like the dead starry sky on both sides.

The old man and the alcoholic lunatic behind him looked at each other, and with just one glance, his eyelids jumped, and the look of surprise in his eyes flashed away.

"I didn't expect that there is still a strong man of this level hidden in Zhongzhou!" The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes and spoke immediately.

The words sounded very calm, but speaking such words showed that he was not calm in his heart.

Moreover, it seems that he does not know the alcoholic madman, otherwise he would not say so.

"Who are you anyway?"

Then, the white-haired old man spoke again.

He obviously wanted to confirm the identity of the drunken madman and see if this mysterious strong man really came from the legendary Tiandao Sect.

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that if the Duan family doesn't stop, disaster awaits the Duan family!" The drunkard's words were always calm, and he just said these words, obviously as a warning.

A sharp look appeared in the eyes of the white-haired old man, and he stared at the drunk maniac and said: "My Duan family is an imperial family, let alone you alone, even if you look at the entire wilderness, no one dares to threaten my Duan family like this! "

"And he is now a useless person. There is no difference between living and dead. Do you want to make an enemy of my Duan family because of a useless person?"

After several days of secret observation, he had apparently discovered that Mo Yang had completely lost his cultivation.

The expression of the drunk maniac did not change, he remained calm, and he said: "I have already said what needs to be said. As for what your Duan family chooses, that is your Duan family's business!"

The old man in gray robe didn't speak, he just stared at the drunk maniac with squinted eyes.

"No matter what the outcome is, I will not interfere in the dispute between the younger generations, but if you, the older generation of the Duan family, take action again, I will be the first to kill you!" The alcoholic madman spoke again, his words full of threats.

Then he didn't stop. After finishing speaking, he took a step forward and lost track of him in an instant.

The old man in gray robe stood silently on the spot, his eyes filled with two sharp looks. After a moment, he seemed to have thought of something, the look in his eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice: "Could it be you!"

After finishing speaking, he silently looked towards the direction Mo Yang left, showing a thoughtful expression, and after a few breaths, the figure slowly dispersed.

…

Mo Yang walked all the way in the direction of the Imperial City, completely unaware of what was happening behind him. Naturally, he did not realize that the drunken maniac had been secretly following him during this period, nor did he know that there was a strong man from the Duan family hiding secretly.

Of course, what he didn't know was the dangers ahead.

Because it seems that there are many people who want to kill him now.

On the way, Mo Yang found out his location after inquiring in a small town. It was nearly ten thousand miles away from the imperial city.

In the past, he would have been able to reach it by activating the teleportation array at will, but for him who could only walk on foot now, the distance of nearly ten thousand miles was like a chasm. Mo Yang did not dare to think about how long it would take to arrive.

He dressed up in disguise. Although no one recognized him along the way, Mo Yang did not dare to be careless and did not dare to stay in the town for a long time. He also stayed in the mountains and wild places.

Time passed day by day, and Mo Yang didn't know how long it had passed. At noon that day, Mo Yang climbed up a hillside, looked ahead in the distance, and finally saw the Imperial City in his sight.

Looking at the ancient city, he felt a little complicated. He didn't expect that he would come back here not long after he left, in order to seek asylum in this city.

"Since fate is hard to determine and it's not up to me to choose, then let's just move forward. For cultivators, the world is a burial ground, and it doesn't matter where they die..."

Mo Yang plans to cultivate in the Imperial City for a period of time, and then continue to comprehend and practice.

The breeze blew by, as if the knot in his heart had been untied, and Mo Yang felt relieved. He let out a long breath and then walked towards the Imperial City.

However, he did not notice at all that three figures appeared in the air not far away. These were three young men, and one of them had fought with him several times, that is, Duan Chenxiang.

"You really came here!" Duan Chenxiang stood in the air, his eyes were extremely cold, staring at Mo Yang's figure and gritted his teeth.

He had received news from the Duan family before, saying that Mo Yang seemed to be coming in the direction of the Imperial City, because the news mentioned that Mo Yang seemed to have lost his true energy, and it was very likely that he wanted to hide in the Imperial City.

So he waited here a few days ago, and Mo Yang really came.

"Brother Duan, isn't he useless? What's the point of killing him?" A young man next to Duan Chenxiang glanced at Mo Yang and said in confusion.

"If he doesn't die, I will never be at peace in this life!" Duan Chenxiang said coldly. Whenever he recalled the battle in the Imperial City, the murderous intent in his heart was difficult to suppress.

At this time, Mo Yang, who was walking silently, also noticed something was wrong. He stopped and then turned to look up into the air.