First-class queen: woman, don't be too arrogant

Chapter 253
Close to the capital of the Vault of Heaven Empire, it forms horns, like two dragon horns standing in the Vault of Heaven Empire.

Holy Spirit Mountain in Yadu City.

The mountain is so high that it goes straight to the sky.

Surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, the mountainside is halfway up, and the mountain is faintly exposed in the haze, showing arrogance.

The main altar of the Holy Spirit Palace of the Vault of Heaven Emperor stands in this mountain.

The clouds and mist are rippling, and the wind passes by and stays behind.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Fengyun slowly raised his head and glanced at the ten thousand-ren high mountain.

At the foot, there is a long staircase, which winds up and winds around the mountainside in the clouds and mist, with no end in sight.

As the wind passes by, Fengyun seems to be able to hear the compelling spiritual power and the stone soul that has stood for thousands of years.

That is a kind of historical precipitation and accumulation.

Fengyun walked neither fast nor slow, step by step through the stairs, and walked towards the depths of the cloud.

No one stopped, no one guarded.

But this mountain and this tree have already told the comers not to defend themselves, not to attack by themselves.

At the end of the long stone steps, clouds and mist shrouded the middle.

Halfway up the mountain, the clouds and mists dispersed to reveal a huge square.

The square is completely paved with black and yellow boulders, which are simple and domineering. In the center of the square, a huge boulder stands tall among them.

The three dragon-flying and phoenix-flavoring characters of the Holy Spirit Palace are engraved and above.

Just the three big characters already made people feel the force, and made people feel scared in their hearts.

At this time, in the huge square behind the stone, a circle of people sat in a crescent shape, each wearing a platinum robe, with the words Holy Spirit Palace embroidered on the corner.

They are not very old, and they are a group of young men and women, but the aura exuded by them is all at the level of the Linghuang.

But in front of this circle of more than a hundred people, there were three middle-aged men sitting indifferently, but their ranks could not be seen through by Fengyun.

On the opposite side of these people, three people were tied high and hung on three wooden stakes.

Fengyun glanced over and narrowed his eyes instantly.

Mo Yan, Lin Qiong, Feng Yang.

The three of them lowered their heads at this moment, looking very depressed, they must have suffered a lot.

Fengyun's fist was clenched in an instant, but relaxed in the next moment. Looking at the scene that seemed to know her coming and had been waiting for a long time, Fengyun walked forward step by step.

(End of this chapter)