2802: C2802 Previous Nine Yang Body

C2802 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 land of good fortune that Madame Zhu mentioned was not the small world that he had entered. It was just that the small world happened to be in the same place as the land of good fortune.

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 before he was ruthlessly flung away and crashed into the hard stone wall. He spat out a mouthful of blood and said while clenching his teeth, "Do you think I'm a sick cat?"

The monster pounced towards Yang Ping.

The power became even stronger.

Yang Pinggang was about to suppress him, but he suddenly froze.

Bang!

After suffering another heavy blow, Yang Ping's body was in great pain. However, his gaze was fixed on a corner not far away. A man wearing coarse hemp clothes 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 of this, 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 monsters' attacks were even fiercer, so Yang Ping had to look away and fight with them for more than a hundred rounds. Yang Ping was furious and thought, I, a Body of Top Yang, can't beat a monster like you?

Boom!

Yang Ping was infuriated. He punched the monster's head and sent it flying for the first time. Then he sat on the monster's head and held onto two horns, not coming down. The monster got even angrier and tried to shake 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.

The monster and Yang Ping wrestled. One man and one monster collided in the confined space. Yang Ping gritted his teeth as blood trickled out from the corner of his mouth, but he still did not want to let go. Who knows how many times they collided before the monster fell to the ground, exhausted, gasping for breath.

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

The monster issued a whining sound, tears fell, the sound was pitiful. If it was a woman, it would probably be very useful. However, on his body, Yang Ping almost vomited blood and wanted to give it to him.

Pretty cute.

"Are you submitting to me?"

Yang Ping asked.

The monster hurriedly nodded its head.

Yang Ping exclaimed, "You understand what I'm saying?"

The monster hurriedly nodded its head.

F * ck!

A monster.

A true demon!

Yang Ping was surprised and confused as he looked at 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 his senses and cursed himself for being an idiot. A monster couldn't communicate at all, and even if they could understand human language, they would only have a little bit of intelligence. How could they communicate through their mouths?

With a sigh, Yang Ping temporarily stopped thinking about leaving. He pointed to a corner and said, "Go lie over there."

The monster hurriedly moved its huge body and swam to a designated corner. Then, it stuck out its tongue and stared at Yang Ping like a dog that was carrying a piece of wood. Yang Ping wondered why they were 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 checked the body of the linen robed man, but he couldn't find anything suspicious about it. If it was someone from the Spring and Autumn Warring States era, and if the body could still be preserved after a few thousand years, then what level would this person reach?2

Yang Ping didn't dare to 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 thought about it a lot in that instant.

But he didn't have a clue.

Just as he was about to continue observing, the linen robed man suddenly opened his eyes and calmly looked at him. Yang Ping was surprised for a moment, then his expression changed and he quickly retreated. No way, this person was 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 sage aura was released, causing Yang Ping to almost fall to the ground. He 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's scalp immediately turned numb. How could he fight like this?

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