The Golden Gate floats on the ground, is more than ten meters high from the ground, and there is a seat under the door, which is divided into three parts.

These three parts are engraved with symbols, characters, and paintings in turn, and dozens of strange runes are engraved on the far left, as if they are living creatures that continue to wriggle and change their positions with the change of time.

In the middle are some square-like words, horizontal and vertical, a total of nine hundred and eighty-one characters, all golden, shining, but these words are obviously not from this era, more like ancient characters from the previous era, and even look a little more like the oracle bone inscriptions.

The part on the far right is the simplest, depicting a tiger-like beast.

However, this tiger is a little out of place with the symbols and words on the entire Golden Gate and the door seat, this tiger is as white as a snow sculpture, with wings on its back, and it seems to be holding a dragon under its right paws.

In front of the Golden Gate, there is a one-zhang square platform, this platform looks a little simple, it seems to be built temporarily, on the platform, there is a woman sitting.

The woman's first head is delicate and double-horned, her long blue hair is pulled behind her at will, her hair dances lightly in the mountain breeze, revealing a light and delicate atmosphere, and a light blue skirt outlines her perfect figure, looming, quite hazy.

She's beautiful.

Her skin is as white as snow, her facial features are as delicate as jade carving, her eyes are slightly closed, and her mouth seems to be chanting something, which makes her look three points elegant, three points cold, three points dusty, and even more pretty, making it difficult to look away half an inch just by looking at it.

Within a ten-mile radius of the woman, there was hardly a single animal to be seen.

Even if one or two small beasts accidentally passed by, they would crawl on the ground in great horror and tremble away.

This area in the middle of the Beili Valley, although the bushes, flowers and plants are everywhere, looks extremely peaceful and peaceful, but because of this woman, there is only the sound of grass and trees and the sound of the mountain breeze blowing in the forest, as if it is a silent dead place.

"Will you still not submit to me?"

The woman's red lips opened lightly, and her voice was like Zhu Yu falling on a plate, and it was like a warbler crying in a valley, ethereal and crisp, extremely pleasant, but in this pleasant voice, there was a kind of coldness, which seemed to be an innate arrogance and contempt for the high-ranking people facing the low-ranking people.

"Humph!"

In the empty valley, a cold snort sounded faintly, like a thunderclap bursting, echoing throughout the valley, and all creatures, including those king-level beasts, also crawled on the ground, trembling and whispering.

It's just that this cold snort sounds very immature, like a child, and it makes people unable to find out where the source of the sound is.

The woman's slightly closed eyes lifted slightly, quietly staring at the golden gate in front of her, and there was no joy or anger on her flawless face, but she shook her head slightly.

Her eyes turned out to be light purple, and there was a vertical pupil in the center of her eyes, like a snake pupil.

But the strange thing is that this kind of vertical pupil on this flawless face, lined with purple eyes, has an extremely ethereal and profound beauty, as if the two heavenly pond springs, there is not a trace of snakes or lizards that kind of hideous and obedient feeling, but soft as water, which makes people intoxicated.

"That thing was the most precious thing of my clan. The woman's voice was cold, but this time there was a hint of aggressiveness in her words.

"I have been guarding this world for more than 6,000 years——!

The child's voice argued, but in the middle of speaking, he suddenly let out a miserable scream, and then looked at the Golden Gate and found that on the huge door on the left side of the Golden Gate, a small child was reflected.

This little boy looked no more than three or four years old, with blond skin and blond hair, golden eyes and lips, wearing a golden belly pocket, and two pinching them to the sky, like a doll cast in gold.

But at this time, he covered his head and screamed in pain, as if he was suffering a great pain.

And when he screamed in pain, the woman was stretching out her slender jade fingers, pointing at the Golden Gate, and her mouth seemed to have words, as her speech became faster and faster, the pain of the little child in the Golden Gate became more and more obvious, and it was obvious that the woman had controlled the little boy in some way.

"Roar, you don't want to take my treasure!"

At this moment, the little boy suddenly rolled to the right side in the golden gate, and then disappeared, and when he reappeared, it was in the right side of the door, and at this time he turned into a huge white tiger.

This white tiger is exactly the same as the portrait on the pedestal, except that it lacks the killing aura of Gengjin.

As he transformed into a white tiger, the influence of the woman seemed to have been slightly alleviated, but he still looked jealous, and his eyes were full of hatred and anger when he looked at the woman.

It roared and demonstrated in the Golden Gate, but it was limited to that, he seemed unable to get out of the door, only releasing a terrifying murderous aura and golden visible energy fluctuations.

As the white tiger roared, all the creatures in the valley were prostrate on the ground, constantly wailing and trembling.