Ji Liao followed the Xuanmiao Sect disciples who were leading the way and flew through the mountains and forests of the Xuanmiao Sect.
Although the incense of Xuanmiao Sect is at its peak, the mountain range it occupies is not very large, only about two thousand miles. Because Xuanmiao Sect is a weapon refining inheritance, there are many places with strong fire attributes in its mountains.
However, in the continuous mountains, red flower stamens can be seen everywhere. These wild flowers are blooming all over the mountains and blooming all over the place, like a red ocean. The breeze blows, and the flower branches sway with it, scattering pieces of mist-like pollen. , setting off waves of red waves.
After flying away for half an hour, three black stone mountains appeared in front of Ji Liao and the others.
This black stone mountain is not high, only two to three hundred feet tall, standing in the shape of a triangle. The foot of the mountain is wrapped in red wild flowers, filled with fragrance.
Before getting closer, you can vaguely see an exquisite and beautiful white jade stone tower standing on the top of three stone mountains.
These three white jade stone buildings were obviously made by one person, and they are about the same size.
The three of them flew straight towards one of them, and landed at the top of the mountain.
"Senior... This Sanding Mountain is the best place for cultivation for our sect. Do you think you are satisfied with it?" As soon as he landed, the disciple of Xuanmiao Sect bowed to Ji Liao and said.
The top of the mountain has been flattened and built into a square.
Ji Liao stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance.
But I saw a suspension bridge about ten feet wide on the edge of the mountain top. At the same time, the other two peaks also had a suspension bridge.
Three suspension bridges stretch out on this side of the mountain, towards the center of the mountain, and join together at the center. And where the three suspension bridges come together, a huge hexagonal pavilion is built, with the misty sky at your feet. The mist is like standing on the clouds, which has a unique artistic conception.
At the foot of the three peaks is a circular lake. The lake is blue and surrounded by mist. It is like a gem set in the ground, and it sets off the three peaks extremely beautifully.
"Well, it's none of your business." Ji Liao nodded slightly.
"Yes! I'm leaving now, junior." Perhaps because he was afraid of Ji Liao, this disciple of Xuanmiao Sect didn't want to stay here any longer. After receiving Ji Liao's order, he wanted to leave here immediately.
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Just when he was about to leave, Ji Liao suddenly stopped him.
"Senior, do you have any other instructions?"
"It's nothing, but your ancestor also said that no one is allowed to disturb me to practice here. I just want to tell you that once someone breaks into the ten miles of Sanding Mountain without my approval, then Don't blame me for being ruthless." Ji Liao looked at the Xuanmiao Sect disciples with a smile, but the words coming out of his mouth were extremely cold.
The disciples of Xuanmiao Sect immediately trembled and quickly raised their hands to Ji Liao, "Yes, I know this. I will definitely inform my fellow disciples when I get back."
"Go." Ji Liao withdrew his gaze and waved his hand.
"Yes!" The Xuanmiao Sect disciple moved as if he had been granted amnesty, dragging a long rainbow and fled away.
Meng Yuetai looked at the rainbow flying far away and withdrew her gaze, a smile on her face full of mature charm.
"Master Qifeng really surprised Yuetai this time!"
"Oh? Really?" Ji Liao certainly understood that Mengyuetai's words were referring to his massacre of Xuanmiao Sect disciples.
"Yeah, I didn't expect that we haven't seen each other for only a few decades. In the eyes of the Lord of the Seventh Peak, the Golden Core Stage cultivator is no longer as good as a pig or a dog."
"Haha, time is also destiny." Ji Liao chuckled.
Mengyuetai's beautiful eyes flashed slightly, and she became more determined in her heart that she must hug Ji Liao's thigh. Thinking of this, she got a little closer to Ji Liao.
As the fragrant wind filled his nostrils, Meng Yuetai lowered his voice and said with a slightly strange tone, "Now it's just you and me here. Lord Seven Peaks, look at us..."
"Fellow Meng Yuetai, you and I are tired today. You can choose the other two residences as you like." Ji Liao didn't wait for Meng Yuetai to finish speaking, then interrupted him to continue, then turned and walked towards the white jade stone building behind him. .
Mengyuetai raised her eyebrows, but she didn't feel disappointed.
Lianye Xingjun said before that helping him refine the magic weapon can take as short as three years or as long as seven or eight years. But there is no one else here except the two of them. They are in a different world and belong to the same human race. Various factors All in all, as long as Meng Yuetai was careful, she didn't believe that Ji Liao would take the bait after spending several years together, alone and alone.
Anyway, she has made up her mind now, and has long forgotten about shame.
It is extremely difficult for a woman to maintain her reputation throughout her life, but it is extremely easy to be dissolute. This is a talent given to women by God.
However, now that Meng Yuetai had nothing, she wanted Ji Liao to do his best to save her life, so the only thing left was her body.
Ji Liao just took two steps and stopped again, "By the way, Fellow Taoist Meng, please prepare yourself tonight, I'm afraid there will be distinguished guests here."
"Ah? Could it be that Lord Seventh Peak still has an old friend here?" Meng Yuetai was worried about Xiao Jiujiu, who was stunned when he heard what Ji Liao said.
Ji Liao smiled and said, "I can't tell you now. You will know when that person comes."
After that, Ji Liao no longer hesitated, stepped into the white jade stone building, and closed the door with a bang.
"You really think of me as a servant." Meng Yuetai muttered, but soon she raised her lips and said, "I want to see how long you can hold on."
After saying that, Mengyuetai flew up and flew towards another mountain peak.
Inside the white jade building.
This stone building is not big and is divided into two floors. The interior decoration is also extremely simple. There is nothing else except a few wooden chairs on the lower floor.
Ji Liao went all the way to the second floor. The second floor was not much better than the first floor. Except for a white jade bed placed corresponding to the window, there was nothing else.
As Ji Liao waved his hand, a ray of light flew out, and with a squeak, the closed windows opened in response, and a ray of sunlight immediately filtered in.
Ji Liao moved, approached the window edge, and looked to the outside world, with a bright light in his dark eyes.
Ji Liao knows that Demon Boy and Lianye Xingjun are not getting along, but now that the time for the war is getting closer and closer, Ji Liao must improve his strength as much as possible, so the 30 million-year-old Thunder Tree must be used, and he cannot By wasting such heaven-defying spiritual materials, he didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the Time Demon Ancestor, who couldn't defeat Wu Bian and then detonated it, causing his death.
Although the Time and Space Demon Ancestor died with great fanfare and admiration, the Yuan Demon Clan still pays homage to him every year.
But, in the final analysis, the Time and Space Demon Ancestor is still dead, no matter how heroic he is, it is of no use.
For example, Demon Boy and Lianye Xingjun, two of his former generals, have now joined Wu Bian.
Although the demon boy has taken refuge in Wu Bian on the surface and has been accumulating strength secretly, Ji Liao understands that the demon boy is not doing this to avenge the time and space demon ancestor, but for herself and for her to dominate the Yuan Demon Realm.
The two of them together were not as good as Ji Liao, a foreigner who only had a brief acquaintance with the Time and Space Demon Ancestor.
At Ji Liao's level, he could rashly provoke a war between the two clans and face the boundless edge of the perfect state of refining the gods. Such courage could not be compared to the likes of Lord Lianye Xingjun.
At the end of the day, it’s just one sentence, “Things are different and people are different.”
If you die, you will die. If you die, there will be nothing. No matter how much you mention or say, it is just nonsense.
This war is a zero-sum game. The winner takes everything and the loser gets nothing.
"Hehehe, Demon Ancestor, is it worth dying for the Yuan Demon Clan?" Ji Liao sighed lightly as he faced the reflected glow.
Time passed by and it was already ten o'clock in the night.
The sky is filled with gray fog, and the moon is hidden behind the gray fog.
In the hexagonal pavilion where three suspension bridges intersect, Ji Liao is leisurely sipping a cup of hot tea.
Mengyuetai was sitting opposite him, her beautiful eyes flowing.
"Master Seven Peaks, you said someone would come tonight. It's already this hour, will that person still come?"
"Don't worry, he will definitely come." Ji Liao replied confidently.
"Who is that person?" Mengyuetai asked.
"Guess." Ji Liao made a rare joke and looked at Mengyuetai and asked.
"Me? How would I know? We are in the Yuan Demon Realm now, and I don't know anyone except you."
Ji Liao shook his head slightly, "You should know someone else!"
Mengyuetai's eyebrows furrowed slightly when she heard this, thinking about who Ji Liao was talking about.
And at this moment, I suddenly heard a sound breaking through the air, from far to near, and in a short time, I arrived near Sanding Mountain.
Ji Liao's lips curled up, "Here he comes."
Meng Yuetai looked for the sound, and when she saw who it was, she was stunned again, "It's him..."
