"Are you coming..."

The three-character pronunciation is also mixed with a wisp of fragrance.

The sound is faint, and one can't help but think about how beautiful and fragrant the owner of this voice must be, and what kind of majestic appearance he possesses.

Behind the bead curtain, half hidden and half hidden, is the figure in front of the dressing mirror.

It was a woman with a graceful and graceful figure.

Her hair is as long as a waterfall and her skin is like porcelain.

It seems to be shrouded in mist, giving it an extremely hazy aesthetic.

Someone opened the bead curtain and walked in.

Answered the question: "We have entered the range of Mount Sumeru."

"Oh——?" The woman's voice was smiling, adding a bit of laziness, "That's really fast. I thought I had to wait for them for a while."

His tone was raised again: "Shura, you have fought against her, how is she?"

The other person in the bamboo house is Shura.

Facing such stunning beauty, Shura's eyes were very cold.

But on the surface, he remained calm. His eyes paused slightly, seeming to be a bit contemptuous: "She's just a Spirit Emperor. I didn't fight her, and it won't be my turn."

"Emperor Ling." The woman said thoughtfully, "This level of cultivation is really too low. It's a bit——"

She tied her hair and slowly turned around.

A smile appeared on his lips, and his voice was soft: "I'm disappointed."

At this moment, the woman's face was exposed to view.

That kind of magnificent beauty is finally revealed, vividly and vividly.

Cherry lips, dark eyebrows, foggy hair on the temples.

Ice muscles and jade bones, extremely beautiful in appearance.

The eyes seemed to be curved but not curved, with a shallow stream of light floating in them, like a bright star river.

Even Shura was shocked for a moment, and his expression was slightly dazed.

Immediately, his brows furrowed and his eyes darkened slightly.

"I'm really disappointed." The woman's index finger and thumb were clasped together, and the other three fingers were tapped on the white jade table in front of her, as if she was sighing, "I thought she should at least be Supreme before she is worthy.

Deserving of her status and talent."

"Based on the information -" Shura paused before continuing, "She had never practiced in the past sixteen years, and it has been less than three years since she officially became a cultivator."

Hearing these words, a flash of darkness suddenly flashed across the woman's eyes.

Suddenly, she raised her lips again: "No wonder, if it only takes three years, the speed of cultivation... is really shocking."

Shura followed her words: "No matter how fast you are, you can't beat the princess."

"Wrong." The woman stood up and raised her hair, "Given time, she can leave everyone behind, including you and me."

Shura's eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips and said, "I don't understand what the princess said."

"You don't need to understand." The woman raised her hand, summoned several maids, and ordered, "Change my clothes."

More than a dozen maids came together, each holding different clothes, hair, face and makeup in their hands.

The woman had no intention of avoiding suspicion, so she started to put it on in front of Shura.

Between the whirling veil, the figure is faintly visible.

Coupled with this face, it is a big temptation for any man.

When the woman did this, Shura watched.

But his eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was thinking about something, and his expression was constantly changing.

"Well, okay, let's just look like this." After the woman finished dressing, she looked in front of the mirror for a while before she was satisfied. "Shura, how do you think?"

Shura came back to his senses, his expression unchanged: "The princess is still extremely beautiful even if she is wearing a sack."

The woman was stunned for a moment, was amused, and giggled: "Among these elders, it's really Shura who can speak."

He adjusted his clothes carefully again, as if he remembered something: "How about comparing with her?"

Shura was silent.

"Forget it, just don't answer if you don't want to." The woman didn't seem to care. She waved her sleeves and said, "Prepare a gift and follow me to the God Clan."

The maids bowed: "Yes, Your Highness the Princess."

The woman walked a few steps and then turned back: "Shura, you come too."

Shura was about to say something, but she interrupted again, smiling lightly and quietly, but with a hint of threat: "Don't reject me, you know I will be sad."

Shura's expression changed slightly and he said, "His Highness is joking. His Highness's instructions must be followed."

The woman nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards the outside of the bamboo house.

Behind him, there was a huge crowd of people waiting on him.

The hem of the skirt is like water, and the silk silk traces the ground.

**

On the other side——

The space stopped fluctuating, and with a "swish" sound, nine more people appeared on the flat ground.

Contrary to Jun Muzhen's expectation, it didn't take long to reach Mount Sumeru from Wanling Continent.

In just a few seconds, she was already standing at the center of the so-called world.

Jun Muqian took a look around and found that Mount Xumi was independent and surrounded by the boundless sea.

Looking from a distance, there seem to be several tiny pieces of land on the sea.

It is said that Mount Xumi is surrounded by eight mountains and eight seas. The north is gold, the east is silver, the south is glass, and the west is pear.

These treasures make Mount Sumeru look like a void.

There is also a sea inside Mount Sumeru, which is filled with water of merit.

Rumor has it that if you take a sip, you can wash away your sins and even gain a golden light of merit.

Therefore, Mount Sumeru is also called Treasure Mountain.

This is a place in the world that everyone has dreamed of for a long time.

He looked up and looked up -

Birds are singing, flowers are fragrant, and fruits are abundant.

Rare and rare animals sing in harmony.

On the top of Mount Xumi, there is also the Thirty-Three Heavenly Palace.

In ancient records, it was the territory of some demon gods.

Under the ancestor of Styx, Indra, the demon king of the Asura clan, lives here.

Jun Muqian took a look, but didn't find the so-called Thirty-Three Heavens Palace.

Even the mountains of gold and silver recorded in books are not as numerous as imagined.

She thought of the phantoms Zhen Yuanzi had drawn for her, and her eyes became fixed.

It seems that although the disaster did not completely destroy Mount Sumeru, it also damaged the foundation.

Today's Mount Sumeru is no longer what it used to be.

Not to mention, the Xihe Niuzhou, Beiku Luzhou and Nanzhanbuzhou that supported it have been destroyed.

Only the "living" Dongsheng Shenzhou is left, and it still lives in two spaces separated from Mount Xumi.

The power of Mount Sumeru has also been greatly weakened.

"Brother-in-law, you haven't been here for a long time, right?" Chang Xi was extremely excited, and the smile in his eyes almost overflowed, "How about I take you for a walk here first?"

Mu Chenbai's expression was calm and his tone was indifferent: "As the guest does, the host does as he pleases."

It was obviously a very cold polite word, but Chang Xi almost jumped up with excitement, as if he had eaten honey.

She barely suppressed the throbbing in her heart and cheered: "Brother-in-law, let's go this way. The Gods live in the west, and this is the territory of Hongmeng Palace."

Hongmeng Palace?

Jun Muzhen glanced thoughtfully at the attic palace in the clouds and mist, and was almost blinded by the light emitting from the gold and silver.

She was speechless for a moment, wondering if Hongmeng Palace was too short of money and had to use this method to show off her pride?

"Xiao Qian, why did you stop?" Seeing this, Chang Xi's eyes revealed a bit of contempt, thinking that country people are country people, he was shocked, "Those people in Hongmeng Palace are just a bunch of people."

It’s just an extremely luxurious person, what’s so good about it?”
To be continued...