Ancient Gods

This voice came from an extremely strange place, as if it had not spoken for countless years. The voice was dry and hoarse, which frightened Mo Yang, who had been tense all the time.

There was no doubt that the voice came from the figure in the pavilion.

Because besides Mo Yang, there was only one person sitting in the pavilion.

Although the person was still motionless, since he could speak, he must be a living person.

Mo Yang stared at the figure for a moment, forcing himself to calm down, but his mind was still tense.

Because of such a close distance, even if the other party had spoken, he still did not feel any life breath and Yuanli fluctuations from the other party.

This is not normal!

"Where does this ship lead to?"

Mo Yang asked.

He did not ask who the other party was, nor did he ask where this place was, because everything was too strange, and Mo Yang did not dare to say more.

However, the figure did not respond, and still sat in the pavilion with his back to him, his old robe fluttering in the wind, still motionless.

"Where does this ship lead to?"

After a moment of silence, Mo Yang asked again.

The scene was too weird, and I don't know how long it took before the voice I heard just now came again.

"Forbidden City!"

Mo Yang clearly caught that the voice did come from that figure, and it was that person who spoke.

But Mo Yang had never heard of this so-called forbidden city.

During the time when he came to the wilderness, Mo Yang went all the way from Bei Cang to Zhongzhou, and now he came to Dongzhou. He heard a lot of rumors about the wilderness, and also heard about many dead places or great evil places, but he had never heard anyone mention this forbidden city before.

The tower soul had warned him before, asking him to leave as soon as possible, saying that this was not a place he could come to, but a great evil place. This place was like this, let alone the so-called forbidden city.

Mo Yang stood there, struggling in his heart. As a cultivator, he was naturally very curious about this strange place, and wanted to see what kind of place the forbidden city was.

After all, such places are usually accompanied by great opportunities. If he gets the good fortune there, it will be of great benefit to him.

But it is also accompanied by the danger of falling, because he knows nothing about the forbidden city and doesn't know what is inside.

"I have the Star Emperor Tower and an emperor-level battle armor on me. If I am careful, I shouldn't encounter a life-and-death crisis..." Mo Yang said to himself in his heart.

He hesitated for a long time, then made up his mind and planned to explore it.

He has been to the tomb of the emperor. Even if the forbidden city is dangerous, it must be at most similar to the emperor's tomb.

At this time, the first words sounded again: "Do you want to board the ship?"

As before, the voice was very hoarse and dry, and no emotional fluctuations could be felt, as if the seven emotions and six desires were cut off.

Mo Yang took a deep look at the figure and said, "Board!"

The words fell, and before Mo Yang could react, the boat floating not far away actually floated over by itself. Mo Yang was shocked. He did not feel the fluctuation of true energy, and didn't know how the other party controlled the boat.

However, when he turned back to look at the pavilion, the figure who had been sitting in the pavilion with his back to him disappeared without a trace and appeared directly on the boat.

The other party was still sitting with his back to him, and he could not see his face. He could only see the tattered hat and the tattered clothes.

Mo Yang took a deep breath, then walked towards the boat and took a step forward.

The other party said nothing, sitting silently at the bow of the boat and rowing two oars slowly forward.

It didn't look strange. After moving forward for a while, Mo Yang felt a little relaxed. He stood on the boat and looked around silently.

The river was very calm, and there was no sound when it flowed. The green hills on both sides were shrouded in mist. As before, it was a little scary.

I don't know when, the mist lingering between the green hills on both sides seemed to become thicker, and it actually spread towards the river, which made Mo Yang frown.

This place is not an ordinary place. Any change may hide great danger. His mind is tense again. The true qi in his body has been running silently. A thick layer of protective true qi flows on his body surface, covering his whole body.

What is even more strange is that at this time he found that the originally clear water in the river has turned as black as ink.

At first, Mo Yang thought he was seeing things, but when he urged the left eye of the ancient god to observe carefully, the river was indeed black, like ink, and even the eye of the ancient god could not see it.

At this time, the river was filled with fog, which had covered everything. Even Mo Yang could not see the man on the bow clearly.

Mo Yang spread his divine thoughts with all his strength and carefully sensed the movements around him. Fortunately, it was only fog that covered him, and no other changes occurred.

Time passed slowly. Mo Yang urged all the strange phenomena of the spiritual palace to cover himself and block the dense fog a few feet away.

At this time, he could vaguely see the outline of the boatman, who seemed to still have his back to him, which made Mo Yang feel relieved.

After an unknown period of time, the thick fog that permeated the surroundings began to dissipate. In just a few breaths, the fog completely dissipated. At this time, the boat also stopped. The night was shrouded, and the boat docked at a dilapidated ferry.

"Where is this place?"

Mo Yang asked the boatman.

Because at first glance, Mo Yang did not see the so-called city. The night was very dark. He looked up at the sky, but he could not see the moon or the stars.

"Forbidden City!"

This was the boatman's response. He seemed to have never looked back from the beginning to the end, even at this time, he also had his back to Mo Yang.

Mo Yang took a deep breath. He didn't want to say anything more to this boatman. This man was even weirder than here.

He thought for a moment, flipped his palm, took out a few silver notes from the Najie and handed them over, which he had previously exchanged for elixirs in Jiangdu City.

However, what Mo Yang didn't expect was that what the other party wanted was not property, but a kind of holy herb.

"A grass of life!"

Mo Yang was immediately stunned, he was a little confused.

Mo Yang found two strains of this holy medicine in the ancient secret realm, but this thing is very rare and contains extremely powerful power. So far, he has been reluctant to use it.

The Grass of Life is a priceless thing that cannot be measured by money at all, because in the description of the Grass of Life, it is a sacred object that can bring the dead back to life, and can regenerate human flesh and bones.

"Senior, this request is too much. The grass of life is priceless and rare in the world. Even the most powerful people, let alone me, may not be able to get it!" Mo Yang said directly.

If the other party asked for more property, he wouldn't care at all, but he kept this kind of sacred object for great use, so how could he hand it over directly.