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Chapter 152

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He didn't give Qin Mu a chance to speak and muttered, "I'm just afraid that Grand Shaman will play tricks and take turns to fight me, making me unable to break away … This is going to be difficult …"

Not long later, the Golden Palace of Loulan finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Qin Mu looked from afar and saw a lake suddenly appearing on the boundless prairie. The jade waves rippled and it was so wide that it was like an ocean in the prairie.

Qin Mu looked from afar and could faintly see that at the other end of the lake were mountains that stretched endlessly. The mountains were covered in silver and were filled with snow.

In the midst of the majestic mountains, there was a mountain peak that was shining with golden light. Qin Mu opened his Heaven's Eyes and only then did he see that it wasn't a golden mountain but a palace that was dazzling in gold and jade.

There were too many palaces and they covered the entire mountain tightly. Therefore, from afar, it looked like a golden mountain that was formed by gold.

There was no fixed currency on the prairie and only gold was in circulation. They had been using the gold ingots that General Bian Zhenyun had given them to pay for their meals.

To the commoners on the prairie, gold was very rare and had an extremely high value. However, the palaces here were built purely from gold, which was enough to show how luxurious they were.

Chancellor Ba Shan came to the lakeside and Qin Mu looked around. A wooden ship was anchored there and on that ship was a man with a horn on his head. He was dressed in black and was leaning on a bamboo pole at the bow of the ship.

In the shallow waters of the lake, there were also wooden poles stuck there in a disorderly manner. On every wooden pole, there was a rotting human head.

"Great shaman's Soul Gathering Technique is even more like a devil cult than our Heavenly Saint Cult."

Qin Mu looked at that man and this man's face looked like a goat. However, it was a brown goat face which was different from the color of a normal white goat. Furthermore, there wasn't much hair on his face.

"Goat-faced great shaman?" Qin Mu was slightly stunned.

When he was in the capital city, he had treated a few soldiers who had been poisoned by the shaman poison at the border. He had heard those soldiers say that they had met a barbarian with a horn on his head who had used a mirror to look at them and they had fallen unconscious.

Qin Mu had originally thought that the great shaman of the barbarian race was wearing a mask but now that he saw the great shaman on the wooden ship, he knew that he was actually a barbarian with a horn.

The Goat-faced Great Shaman glanced at them and let out a sharp voice: "Martial Khan, Grand Shaman has been waiting for a long time! Please board the ship! "

Chancellor Ba Shan boarded the ship and smiled, "This lake is weak water and has no buoyancy. Even if a feather floats on it, it will sink to the bottom. We have to rely on the ship of the Golden Palace of Loulan to cross over. Let's get on board. "

Qin Mu and Ling Yuxiu boarded the wooden boat. The green bull and Hu Ling'er also came on the boat. The great shaman's gaze landed on Qin Mu and Ling Yuxiu and sneered as he pushed the boat towards the opposite side.

Ling Yuxiu laughed and said, "If we can't step on the water, can't we go around it? We can fly there too. "

The barbarian shaman sneered, "Fly over? Why don't you try the air here and see if you can fly? The air here is dead. "

"Air is dead?" Ling Yuxiu was puzzled.

The green bull beside him said in a muffled voice, "The air here is indeed dead, we can't fly."

He was good at controlling wind and thunder and could feel that the air here wasn't flowing at all. When a normal person breathed in and out, the air would flow. If the air didn't flow and they took in a breath, all the air under their nostrils would be sucked in and form a vacuum. The air around couldn't replenish the air under their nostrils and they would naturally suffocate to death.

This Weak Water Lake was like that. The air above the lake was fixed in place by an indescribable force and didn't flow at all. Only when the wooden boat glided forward and the people on the boat moved with it, they wouldn't feel any abnormality when they breathed. However, as long as the boat stopped, all the air under the nostrils would be sucked in and one would definitely suffocate to death after a long time.

If one executed a flying technique, it was also not possible to fly above the lake. The method of flying required vibrating the air to form an upward force. However, vibrating the air here would only form a vacuum and there was no way to fly.

Hu Ling'er also gave it a try and realized that the spell to call wind and summon rain was useless here.

The barbarian shaman chuckled, "It's not impossible to go around it. However, Weak Water Lake is too wide and it would take two days to go around it. Furthermore, when you reach the snowy mountain, hehe, there wouldn't be many who could walk out. "

Ling Yuxiu was speechless.

Qin Mu secretly opened Heaven's Eyes and Green Heaven's Eyes to size up the sky. He could faintly see a thin and undetectable veil shrouding the entire lake and his heart couldn't help stirring, "The thing that made the air unable to flow should be this thin veil, right?"

This thin veil couldn't be touched yet it really existed. It must be the restriction that Chancellor Ba Shan had mentioned.

He inadvertently looked down and his heart trembled slightly. He saw that the bottom of the lake was filled with white skeletons which were sunk to the bottom. Ling Yuxiu also looked down and gave a low cry.

Chancellor Ba Shan said, "Those are the slaves that the shaman had used with his spell."

Qin Mu's hair stood on end.

The goat-faced shaman rowed the boat at a very fast speed. He had a unique secret spell which allowed him to move like the wind on the lake surface. Even the weak water couldn't make the boat sink.

Not long later, the wooden boat stopped at the foot of the snowy mountain and the goat-faced shaman chuckled, "Martial Khan, please!"

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