Supreme Demon Concubine is too arrogant

Chapter 213 Qingwu Terrace

Qingwu Terrace is on the top of this continent, in the north of the polar region.In the minds of mainlanders in Kyushu, Qingwutai should be a world of snow for thousands of years, ice for thousands of years, and a vast expanse of whiteness.

actually not.

Jiuyuan was also very puzzled. Under the Qingwu Terrace, the wind from the cracks in the space blows all the year round. However, on the Qingwu Terrace, flowers are blooming all year round, willows are evergreen, and fish in the water swim freely. , the sika deer on the grassland ran happily, the saber-toothed tiger came out at night, and the civet cat would lazily nap on the sisters' laps.

Everything couldn't be more normal.

Later, when he went out from this continent, walked through the wilderness, and arrived at the fairyland.Standing on the edge of the Jiuqu River in the Great Wilderness and looking down, when he was lying on the ancient tree withered vines in the fairyland and lamenting with scars all over his body, he had seen the shadow of Qingwutai before, and only then did he understand that Qingwutai , It turned out to be embedded in the space crack.

It is located in the extreme north of the Kyushu Continent, at the end of the great river to the east of the Great Wilderness, and under the mountains in the southern part of the Immortal Domain.

Qingwu Terrace occupies the right time and place, so it has always been a miraculous existence in the space of the Kyushu Continent.Every year, Qingwutai selects those with outstanding aptitude from the mainland to be included in it for training, and all the youngsters who are selected are happier than they were chosen as the crown prince.

Qingwu Terrace was still as it was in his memory. He walked all the way, and the maid, Gong'e, who was peeking at him, was as excited as seeing a hero, and the guards who stood upright involuntarily. Their presumptuous and suppressed laughter came. Unlike the boy Jiu Yuan back then, he is very calm now.

At the entrance of the hall, it seems to be thousands of miles away from the high throne. There is a carpet without seams stretching forward, which seems to be stained with blood. The white jade floor that is not covered by the carpet makes the nine Yuan has a sense of déjà vu that is full of bones.

"You're back? How did you gain from going out to practice this time?"

The majestic voice, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, resounded in this empty hall.The halberds in the hands of the golden warriors on both sides poked the ground together, making a sound of gold and stone, as if to warn Prince Jiuyuan to be distracted at this moment.

Jiu Yuan came back to his senses, one hand was hanging by his side, the other was holding up his sleeve, his thumb and forefinger were pinching the cuff, he seemed to have a calm face, but in fact, his mood was not calm at this time.

"I pay homage to my father!" Jiu Yuan didn't kneel down, but bent slightly, then raised his head and looked at the people on the Jiutai throne. The middle-aged man was in his 40s, and there was not even the slightest wrinkle on his face. No, wearing a soft cyan Taoist robe, without any decorations, just sitting on the high platform leisurely and lazily, without even the desire to raise his eyelids to see all living beings in the world, and the pretentious majesty depends on the golden warriors.

However, if someone underestimated this person, it would be a wrong call!

A monster that has lived for thousands of years must be laughing at the whole continent in his heart. Some people in their 20s broke through the Spiritual Sect and mistakenly think that they are geniuses, how short-sighted they are!
Such a person who feels that everything is boring when he is alive, and feels a pity when he dies. He has long forgotten how many heirs he has, and he has forgotten how many women he has slept with. Don't care about these worldly ceremonies at all.

But Feng Cang's perception is amazing, at his level, he no longer needs to see the world through eyes and ears, more often, it's just a feeling, he feels that his son seems to be different.

But what was different, he couldn't tell.

　I feel the convulsions are severe. I posted it after seven o'clock. Now I look at it and it has disappeared. I will post it again.

　　In addition, today's last update, for those girls who listened to "The Great God Says", thank you for your face!

　　It also made me realize that I have so many readers!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)