The Evil Lord of All Realms

Mo Yang guessed that the reason why the Jiang family was so quiet was probably because of the appearance of the alcoholic lunatic.

Before, outside Jiangdu City, an old man from the Jiang family had secretly followed him out, but after feeling the aura coming from the drunkard maniac, the old man from the Jiang family and the several divine guards turned around and left.

Although Mo Yang still doesn't know what level of cultivation the drunkard maniac is.

But according to his speculation, even the cultivation of those powerful men dormant in the imperial city seemed to be far inferior to that of the alcoholic lunatic.

After leaving Jiangdu City, Mo Yang stood on a bamboo raft and went down the river.

As the river meandered eastward, Mo Yang kept recalling the previous confrontation with the Jiang family in his mind. Although the previous confrontation was extremely dangerous, it was of great significance to Mo Yang.

And thinking back at this moment, he couldn't help but secretly sigh that the Jiang family's strength was indeed terrifying.

He remembered that he was standing outside the Jiang family's large formation and clearly saw more than ten Jiang family elders appearing. He could not detect the cultivation of those strong people, but they were definitely not weak.

"The few divine guards who secretly followed Jiangdu City that night are different from the other divine guards. It's better to be careful in the future. With my current cultivation level, if those divine guards want to kill me, I'm afraid I won't even be able to resist. No chance!"

Thinking back silently, Mo Yang whispered to himself.

Now he changed into white clothes and stood on a bamboo raft and went down the river.

Two days later, following the river, the bamboo raft came to a vast expanse of green mountains. The river became gentle. Mo Yang opened his eyes and felt a distant breath coming to his face, just like when he once set foot on Xuantian Continent. Like the wild ancient land.

"It is said that there are many places in Dongzhou that are inaccessible. It seems that this is also a place that no one has set foot on..." Mo Yang looked around silently and whispered to himself.

Looking at the green peaks shrouded in mist, and even the river surface covered with a layer of mist, Mo Yang cheered up. Usually, such a place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is rich but no one has set foot is not a good place.

Most of the dangers lurk in places like this, otherwise this place where spiritual energy gathers would be the first choice for establishing a sect.

"There are green peaks all around, and it's so quiet that it's eerily quiet. You can't even see the birds and animals, but you can't even hear any sound. It seems like it's really an unusual place..."

At first, Mo Yang didn't notice anything, but as he observed carefully, he found that it was too quiet here. He focused his eyes on the surrounding green mountains and could not see any birds and animals at all. It was like a dead place. That way.

Mo Yang silently spread his spiritual thoughts to sense the surroundings, without stopping, and continued to slowly travel through the green mountains with the bamboo raft.

In the past two days, he didn't pay attention to the changes around him. He just sent out a spiritual thought to sense the movement around him. He had been practicing on the bamboo raft, and he didn't expect to end up in such a strange place without knowing it.

Not long after, Mo Yang activated his energy to stop the bamboo raft, because there was a ferry in front.

The ferry was made of ancient wood as dark as ink. It was unknown what kind of wood it was, and the ferry was connected to a dilapidated pavilion.

Originally, this was nothing. After all, at first glance, the pavilion and the ferry were in ruins. It seemed that no one had set foot there for too many years, because the surroundings were overgrown with weeds, and the traces left by the years could be clearly seen.

The strange thing is that there seems to be a person in the pavilion.

Mo Yang stood on the bamboo raft, his mind instantly tense.

He still doesn't know where he is now, because in his knowledge, although there are many mysterious places in Dongzhou, he has never heard of such a place.

When he first set foot on the bamboo raft, he had heard that if he followed the river, he could reach a famous city in Dongzhou. Who would have thought that he would come to such a strange place.

His spiritual thoughts had already dispersed, but he did not sense any life fluctuations. However, there was indeed a figure in the dilapidated pavilion.

In Mo Yang's knowledge, there are only two possibilities, either it is a dead person, or it is a strong man whose cultivation is incalculable, so strong that the other party can completely avoid his perception and become like air in front of him.

Now Mo Yang was only more than a hundred meters away from the ferry. Taking a deep breath, Mo Yang once again walked downstream on the bamboo raft and slowly approached the ferry.

When he got closer, he saw an old boat on the side of the ferry. It was floating with the current, but it was strange. Although the river here was gentle, the boat stayed beside the ferry, as if waiting for people to board the boat. General.

Mo Yang was tense. Although he was slowly approaching, he was already prepared. If the situation went wrong, he could escape into the Star Emperor Tower at any time.

"This place is unusual. Why did you come to a place like this?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Mo Yang's mind. Tower Soul, who had not spoken for a long time, actually took the initiative to speak, which made Mo Yang's heart tremble instantly.

The tower soul was the weapon soul bred from the Star Emperor Tower. Mo Yang was immediately shocked that he could say such words.

Obviously, this place is indeed extraordinary, and there may be great danger hidden there.

Mo Yang sighed secretly. He had been practicing on the bamboo raft for the past two days and had no idea what he was going through outside. Now that he is here, it is also a mystery to him.

"Senior, what on earth is this place?" Mo Yang couldn't help but ask.

Although this is in the wilderness, the Star Emperor Tower Soul is an emperor-level weapon soul after all, so maybe you can tell something.

"A place of great danger, a place of rebellion against creation!"

After a moment of silence, Ta Hun's voice sounded in Mo Yang's mind.

These words made Mo Yang's heart sink.

"This is not a place for you to come. It's best to leave as soon as possible!"

After Ta Hun said this, he completely lost his voice. Mo Yang asked several times, but Ta Hun did not respond.

Mo Yang looked back and saw endless green mountains and winding rivers that seemed to have no end.

Silently sensing the ancient chessboard in the Star Emperor Tower, Mo Yang took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, set his heart, and continued to move forward.

Now that he is here, even as a Jedi, he wants to take a look. If the situation is not right, he can either activate the teleportation array and leave, or escape into the Star Emperor Tower.

The bamboo raft was getting closer and closer to the ferry. At this time, the figure in the pavilion was still motionless. He looked like a boatman with a bamboo hat on his head, sitting with his back to Mo Yang. His face and robe could not be seen. It was also extremely ordinary and worn out, and was still swaying in the breeze.

Mo Yang's spiritual thoughts sensed him again and again, but he still didn't feel the breath of life, which made him feel more relaxed. This must be a person who has died long ago.

Finally, driven by Mo Yang, the bamboo raft leaned against the ferry. Then Mo Yang left the bamboo raft and stepped onto the ferry. At this time, it was only more than ten meters away from the pavilion, and he did not get close.

However, before he could speak, a voice came: "Do you want to board the ship?"