Ancient Gods

Although Mo Yang had seen some ancient battlefields and some scenes of corpses, the scene in front of him still made him gasp.

These corpses have existed for a long time, and it is impossible to judge their cultivation in life. Even those corpses that seem extraordinary have turned into bone powder in the surging airflow.

"Buzz..."

After walking a few steps forward, Mo Yang immediately felt a creepy feeling. His face changed drastically, and he felt a great sense of crisis.

At this time, the Star Emperor Tower in the Dantian was shining, and wisps of clear light spread out, covering Mo Yang's body.

Then a ray of light fell on Mo Yang, instantly shaking his body away, and almost splitting the layer of clear light emitted by the Star Emperor Tower.

"The light of killing, is there an emperor-level killing formation here..." Mo Yang's body flipped and flew out, his face full of horror.

If the Star Emperor Tower had not been stimulated and there was no layer of clear light covering him, he would probably have died directly at this time.

Because the killing light just now was extremely terrifying, even with the protection of Qinghui, his blood was still turbulent, and blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth.

Just now, he seemed to have accidentally touched something and triggered the remaining killing array here.

Mo Yang did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly took out the emperor-level battle armor and put it on, and then activated the holy scroll to calm the turbulent blood in his body.

He tried his best to use the ancient god's left eye to observe, and tried to move forward again for a long time.

As soon as he entered the city gate, he encountered an emperor-level killing array. No wonder it is called a forbidden city. Not to mention ordinary people, even the emperor would probably encounter trouble here.

Mo Yang walked forward for dozens of meters in a row. He tried his best to spread his divine sense and was extremely cautious with every step. At first, it was okay and he did not encounter any changes, but then he walked forward a few steps. There was a slight sound in the void, and a ray of killing intent suddenly burst out.

A blood-colored light came from nowhere. When Mo Yang found it, the killing light had already fallen on him, and he had no time to retreat.

"Dang..."

A sharp tremor sounded, and the killing light fiercely chopped on the emperor-level armor. Although the armor was intact, Mo Yang himself was not feeling well. The invisible recoil force made his blood surge again.

Mo Yang himself had already comprehended the killing array engraved on the ancient chessboard, but compared with the remaining array here, the one here seemed extremely domineering and terrifying.

God knows how many years the array here has existed, and it still has such power. Even the emperor-level armor cannot completely isolate that kind of killing intent.

There is a reason why so many corpses lie here. Who can pass safely?

Many of the corpses are probably left by the strong who broke into this place later, because those tattered robes are very different. Some look extremely old, and some are very similar to today's clothes.

The emperor-level armor on Mo Yang was chopped by the killing light, and at this time it also emitted a ray of brilliance, and mysterious patterns emerged, which made Mo Yang feel a great reduction in pressure.

He calmed his mind, and then walked forward slowly again.

The killing array here seemed to be seriously damaged. Although several killing intentions were triggered later, the coverage area was not large, and it seemed that only a few residual array patterns were left.

Feeling the killing intentions circulating around him greatly reduced, Mo Yang felt a lot more relaxed.

In front of him, Mo Yang looked around, and then his body suddenly stopped.

On a stone platform, a piece of blood-stained cloth was extremely dazzling. The blood on it seemed to have just been stained, and it was still bright red, revealing a peerless aura, but more of a dead aura.

"What is this..."

Mo Yang stared at the blood-stained cloth, his voice trembling, his intuition told him that the bright red blood on it came from the emperor.

Not to mention the peerless aura, endless years have passed, and the blood has not dried up. What does this mean?

Apart from the emperor's blood of war, who else can be like this?

After entering the forbidden city, the tower soul became quiet, without saying anything, nor did it respond to Mo Yang's questions.

Mo Yang stared at the blood-stained cloth, and vaguely seemed to see some scenes that had been left behind. At this moment, it was like an illusion, as if he saw the cloth wrapped with the body of a great emperor falling from a high altitude and landing here.

But now there is only a piece of blood-stained cloth left here, and the body has long disappeared.

Mo Yang was stunned in place, and for a moment he couldn't believe it. Could it be that a great emperor had fallen here? The so-called invincible strong man in the world actually died here.

He could even feel the remaining murderous intent on it.

He shook his head and looked elsewhere. This city was very large and covered a very large area. Just sweeping his eyes, he saw a ruined scene, and the breath of death filled every corner.

Coming here, it seemed that because of the influence of the breath flowing here, Mo Yang felt an indescribable sense of sadness and loneliness in his heart.

It was as if he was the only one left in the world, standing here alone...

It was unknown how long it took before Mo Yang came to his senses. He walked around the blood-stained cloth and then walked forward.

There was a Star Emperor Tower in his dantian and he was wearing an emperor-level battle armor. Although Mo Yang was nervous, he was not worried about anything.

He walked slowly forward for hundreds of meters. Although the streets were dilapidated, there were no weeds growing. The ancient buildings on both sides were still standing, but everything was dead silent.

In his divine sense, this was a pure dead city, and there seemed to be no living things in it.

At this time, Mo Yang felt a little regretful. If he had known this, he should not have entered here. Now it is not right to retreat. If he continued to move forward, who knows what would happen. Everything is unpredictable.

Because this place seems to have existed for endless years, even if there is an opportunity, it is afraid that it will be eroded by time.

Silently sensing, Mo Yang gritted his teeth and continued to move forward along the ancient street. The corpses everywhere have made him numb. Some of the corpses are left by peerless masters, but they will break directly if touched lightly.

Here, you can't feel the passage of time. It is terribly quiet, and everything seems to be forbidden.

After about an incense stick of time, Mo Yang bypassed several ancient streets and then stopped again. At the corner in front, there was a ray of light.

Mo Yang stared again and again. It was an oil lamp, which was still burning.

Mo Yang's heart instantly rose to his throat. Could it be that there were still people living in this city? The oil lamp was hanging next to the door of a house. The dim light made the surroundings hazy, and the scene there could be clearly seen.

He walked a few steps closer and found that there was another oil lamp on the other side of the door. The light was dim, but it was still burning slowly.