760: C760 Previous Nine Yang Body

C760 Previous Nine Yang Body

Everything in the world was just like a stray dog.

Each and every word was absolutely shocking.

Every word was filled with the sound of a Dao.

Every word was exactly what he wanted.

The exhausted Qi of Top Yang in his body could sense the source, as if something was calling to him. Yang Ping finally understood that the Good Fortune Grounds that the Madame Zhu had mentioned were not the small world he had entered. It was just that the small world happened to be located in the same place as the Good Fortune Grounds.

The land of good fortune.

Whose good fortune?

Of course it was his good fortune.

Bang!

The monster's tail swung over. Yang Ping was stunned for a moment, and then she was ruthlessly flung away, smashing into the hard stone wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted her teeth, and said, "Do you think I'm a sick cat if the tiger doesn't show off?

The monster pounced towards Yang Ping.

The power became even stronger.

Yang Pinggang wanted to suppress him, but she suddenly froze.

Bang!

After suffering another heavy blow, Yang Ping's body was in intense pain, but her gaze was still fixated at the corner not far away. A man wearing coarse clothes, wearing hemp, was sitting there with his legs crossed.

Nine Suns.

Everything in the world was just like a stray dog.

The Book of Nine Suns.

The face of the man wearing coarse linen clothes in front of him was deep and profound. It was different from the face of the man now, but it was still very beautiful. Most importantly, his eyes were as bright as the stars. But he was dead. He died here.

Judging by his appearance and clothes, he was an ancient man.

However, his body did not rot. Instead, it was as hard as steel. A saint's corpse would not rot after death, but this person's corpse, even though it was dead, was as if it was alive. Being stared at made one feel like it was being seen through.

This person must have been a Peerless Expert when he was alive.

Could it be that the man dressed in coarse hemp who could move the nine suns in his body was also a Body of Top Yang?

Thinking about it, Yang Ping was shocked.

According to the old man, Body of Top Yang could become invincible after reaching large success, so why would the previous generation of Body of Top Yang die in a space underground of Dragon City?

F * ck, is the old man lying?

Yang Ping thought angrily.

The monster's attack was even fiercer, so Yang Ping had to retract her gaze and fight with it for more than a hundred rounds. Yang Ping was furious, and thought to herself, I, a dignified Body of Top Yang, can't beat a monster like you?

Boom!

Yang Ping was furious. She punched the monster's head and sent it flying for the first time, then sat on the monster's head and held onto its two horns. The monster became even more furious, it flung its body, wanting to throw Yang Ping away.

Unfortunately, the monster underestimated Yang Ping's ability to ride.

Although he was best at riding women, he was just as good at riding horses.

Yang Ping gritted her teeth as blood trickled out from the corner of her mouth, but it was not because he did not want to let go. Who knew how many times they collided, but in the end, the monster fell to the ground, exhausted, gasping for breath.

Yang Ping sneered, and was about to kill the monster with one punch.

If it was a woman, then it would be very useful. However, on his body, Yang Ping almost vomited blood, and wanted to give it to him. However, looking at it carefully, it was not bad.

Pretty cute.

"Are you submitting to me?"

Yang Ping asked.

The monster hurriedly nodded its head.

Yang Ping exclaimed softly, and said: "You understand what I'm saying?"

The monster hurriedly nodded its head.

F * ck!

A monster.

A true demon!

Yang Ping was surprised, she sized up the monster. The monster seemed to be afraid of being beaten up. It felt that if it fought him, it would die miserably, so it obediently laid on the ground. It didn't attack him and just quietly watched him with its lantern-like eyes.

"Do you know where this is?"

Yang Ping asked.

Monster looked at him strangely, then nodded.

Yang Ping was overjoyed, and said excitedly: "Quickly tell me how to get out of here!"

The creature hesitated, then nodded again.

Yang Ping waited.

The monster didn't move. It only stared at him, nodding its head.

Yang Ping came to her senses and cursed herself for being an idiot. A monster like him had no way to communicate, even if they could understand human language, they would only have a little bit of intelligence. How could they open their mouths to communicate?

Letting out a sigh, Yang Ping temporarily stopped thinking about leaving. She pointed to a corner and said: "Go and sleep over there."

The monster hurriedly moved its huge body, swimming to a designated corner, then stuck its tongue out, staring at Yang Ping like a dog that was about to pounce on a piece of wood. Yang Ping muttered to herself, it's strange, why are you being so obedient.

However, for the time being, he had no interest in paying any attention to them. He walked towards the coarse hemp clothed man.

This man was from ancient times, and according to the records of the ancient times, he must be from an aristocratic family. However, he was wearing coarse hemp clothes and had straw sandals on his feet, making him look very primitive.

According to the records, the only experts who liked to wear hemp and grass shoes were the Mo family during the Spring and Autumn War.

Mo Zi had created the Mo family and advocated both love and aggression. At that time, his influence was extremely terrifying. He stood shoulder to shoulder with the Confucian school and the Yin-Yang school, and he succeeded in obtaining very good results in a city.

Could he be from the Warring States period?

Yang Ping examined the linen robed man's corpse, but did not find anything suspicious about him. If he was someone from the Spring and Autumn Warring States period, and if he could still preserve the corpse after it had passed away a few thousand years ago, then what kind of level would his strength and cultivation reach?2

Yang Ping didn't dare imagine.

Could it be that the leaders of the Mo family and other guilds were all experts?

It made sense to him to think about it.

At that time, the technology of smelting was not very good, and the copper sword was the most important thing. The iron swords were very rare, and the reason why Qin Shi Huang was able to unite the six kingdoms was not only because of Zheng He's canal and manmade canal irrigation of the whole country's land, which allowed his economic strength to be greatly improved. More importantly, the technology of smelting was also the most important thing, which allowed him to collide with the old era.

At that time, there were wild beasts everywhere, and all of them were experts.

What did it rely on to become a leader?

Learning?

imposing manner?

Wrong!

Besides money, it was also worth it.

Back then, the reason why the leaders had so many trusted aides was because they possessed incomparable levels of power and power. But the person in front of him, was probably either the leader of the Mo family or a very important figure of the Mo family. It was just that he did not expect Mo Wuji to be a Body of Top Yang.

However, how could the people from the Mo family write about home's enlightenment?

Everything in the world was just like a stray dog.

It's from my moral scripture.

Rumor has it that I left Jiayu Pass on a green ox, who knows where I went.

What did this Mo family expert, who had a deep relationship with the Mo family, want to express by writing these words?

Yang Ping pondered deeply for a moment.

But he didn't have a clue.

Just as he was about to continue observing, the linen robed man suddenly opened her eyes and calmly looked at him. Yang Ping was startled, her face quickly changed and quickly retreated. No way, she's still alive?

"Body of Top Yang, if you defeat me, you can obtain my inheritance."

The linen robed man stood up, his face expressionless, but his eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.

A terrifying aura of a saint was released, causing Yang Ping to almost fall to the ground. She exclaimed, it can't be, an expert of Saint Stage, how can they still fight like this?

"I only have a ten thousandth of my strength."

The linen robed man said coldly.

One in ten thousand?

Yang Ping immediately felt her scalp tingling. How could she fight?

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