The goddess of the goddess

Chapter 295: Illusory Palace Mengya 1
The students of the Imperial College who were lucky enough to escape saw the stadium building, which was as huge as a giant tortoise, collapse in front of them, and the dust flew straight into the sky, but no one came out.

The athletics building that had existed for hundreds of years, unexpectedly, unexpectedly collapsed!
Everyone was shocked in their hearts, staring blankly, unable to recover.

It's in ruins, the athletics building is in ruins!

that person, that person...

A stream of light slid across the sky, no one noticed it, and it flew thousands of miles away.

"The eight elders are still inside!" Someone shouted after recovering first.

"Elder Ye Ba is dead?" At this moment, only the students recalled the unbelievable scene that happened in the competition building.

"Go to Dean Lu!" The college suddenly encountered such a catastrophe, everyone panicked, and it was rare to remember their backbone.

The mountains in late autumn are masculine and steep, like heroes, surrounded by mountains and rivers and stretching for thousands of miles.

The gurgling stream is so clear that you can clearly see the colorful smooth and plump pebbles at the bottom of the water, which are crystal clear and reflect the colorful rays of the sun.

The green trees and viburnum flowers are like dreams and illusions, like a fairy mansion.

The stream flows quietly from the rocks, forming a large waterfall, cascading down.

Beside the waterfall grows pure white viburnum like feathers, and the faint fragrance adds a sense of tranquility to this place.

There is an exquisite four-corner pavilion under the waterfall. The green and delicate eaves are raised high. The falling water drops lightly on the pavilion, like small plum blossoms falling one after another like light rain, crystal clear and awning.

Standing in the pavilion were two extremely beautiful women in white clothes with extraordinary temperament. It was easy to tell from their attire that their ages were far apart.

It's just that the topic of their debate does not match this peaceful fairyland with no worries in the world.

"Master, the ancestor..." the young woman hesitated.

"En." The older woman responded lightly, raised one hand to support her forehead, and rubbed vigorously, her fair skin immediately turned red, and she looked a little irritable.

"But..." The young woman didn't understand Master's attitude, and felt a little anxious in her heart.

"Meng Ya!" With a soft reprimand, the woman called Master turned around, her ageless face was serious and rigid, and her dark eyes were fixed on her, "Don't ask about the affairs of our ancestors!"

Stared at by those sharp warning eyes, Meng Ya shuddered all over, a chill emerged from the bottom of her heart, "My ancestor..."

Once it falls into the hands of the ancestors, what will happen... Before I finished speaking, extreme fear swept over my body.

"That face!" The white-clothed master sighed softly, recalling that among the few people brought back by the ancestor Xiuhuang, the astonishing and bewitching appearance of the gods, he sighed in his heart, but...

Once again solemnly warn Mengya, "Don't meddle in your own business!"

The ancestor's temper that does not allow anyone to comment on it, no one dares not to bump into it unless he wants to die.

"Yes!" Mengya lowered her head, sadness and fear welled up in her heart, what would happen to her by her ancestors?
However, as the Young Palace Master of the Illusory Palace, isn't she the clearest?

After seeing so many things like this, Mengya thought she was numb, but why her, why her?
No, no, she can't just watch this happen to her!
Mengya confirmed that the master had gone to retreat, so she quietly ran to the back mountain alone.

In the quiet and silent night, the road leading to the cultivation place of Xiuhuang's ancestors was brightly lit, and teams of ancestors' personal guards went back and forth vigilantly, without letting up.

The guard has been strengthened again!It seems that the ancestors are going to do it in the near future.

Mengya hid behind a huge rock, carefully observing the impenetrable defense situation in front of her.

She has walked this road many times in secret, and she knows the situation inside like the back of her hand. Even so, she dare not relax in the slightest. The person she is facing is the ancestor of Xiuhuang, a cultivator who has lived for thousands of years, and his cultivation base is terrifying. Unbelievable!

Cautiously avoiding a group of well-trained guards, Meng Ya quietly entered the small attic in the north where the captured people were previously held.

Hiding in the dark, I raised my eyes to quickly check the surrounding situation, and when I saw the little lights leaking from one of the rooms, I was overjoyed, I found it!
However, the few guards standing like statues at the door are all at the Nascent Soul stage, and she has just reached the Golden Core Stage!

The defense is so tight that even a fly can hardly get in, how can she get in?
"The people brought back by the ancestors this time are so beautiful!"

Not knowing what to do, Meng Ya heard low voices of conversation coming from a distance.

"Yeah, I've never seen such a beautiful person before!" She exclaimed with deep envy at the same time.

It's the maid who is in charge of meals here!She has a way!

"I really envy her!"

"Envy? Are you crazy? You still envy her after falling into the hands of your ancestors?"

The maidservant who spoke first suddenly stopped, no longer happy just now, and sighed, "Beauty is also a disaster!"

"Let's go quickly!"

The two carried the food box, stopped talking and quickened their pace.

"Little Zizi Yu'er?" Meng Ya called out from the intersection.

Who is it?

The two maidservants who were not low in cultivation immediately saw Meng Ya standing not far away, and hurried over, respectfully surprised and helpless, "Young Palace Master?"

Why is the Young Palace Master here again?
The two maidservants looked at the smiling Meng Ya with some headaches, and said with a bitter face, "Young Palace Master, do you want to..."

"I didn't think about anything!" Meng Ya blinked playfully, walked over to take a food box, and asked in a playful manner, "Which one of you will go in with me?"

Xiao Yezi and Yu'er looked at each other, feeling extremely helpless, and finally Yu'er nodded.

"Let's go!" Meng Ya and Xiao Ye Zi exchanged clothes.

Carrying the food box and holding Yu'er's arm, he walked smoothly into the attic under the watchful eyes of the two fierce-faced guards guarding the door.

The small attic on the north side, which is dedicated to detaining the people captured by the ancestors, is only two stories high and occupies a small area, but the scenery is excellent, and it is a good place for self-cultivation.

But by the ancestors...

Led by Yu'er, she walked to a huge black-brown heavy iron gate very quickly.

Meng Ya watched Yu'er take out the key, and after opening the heavy iron door in front of her, Yu'er reminded her as always, "Young Palace Master, we can't stay for long, we have to come out after the food is delivered!"

Mengya patted her arm, signaling that she knew and told her to hurry up.

The huge heavy iron door that cannot be opened without a key, Meng Ya glanced at the key she had put away at her waist, and turned her gaze away as if nothing had happened when she realized that she was looking at it, and asked, "Yu'er, does she really have what you said?" Is it that beautiful?"

At the same time, there was an expression of deep curiosity and disbelief on his face, mixed with a little disdain.

(End of this chapter)