Kunlun Immortal Mountain is majestic and vast, Ruixia flows, the ancient trees are verdant and dripping, crystal clear like jasper carving, from time to time there is a brilliant glow steaming up, sacred incomparably.

The Kunlun Mountains in the westward journey to the world are too vast, stretching for thousands of miles, comparable to the territory of a big country, in which fairy grass is everywhere, and rare and exotic beasts are also very common.

According to legend, the first mountain in the flood famine, after the Buzhou Mountain was collapsed by Wuzu Gonggong, it turned into today's Kunlun Mountain.

The legend of Buzhou Mountain is the backbone of the great god of Pangu, towering into the nine heavens, unattainable, and only the mountain of this origin is qualified to be called the ancestor of ten thousand mountains, the hometown of the gods.

From the current Kunlun Mountain, you can see how huge the Buzhou Mountain was, and after it collapsed, Kunlun was still the first sacred mountain in the world.

And to be able to take charge of this holy land, the Queen Mother of the West is worthy of being the ancient goddess who dominates the yin qi.

However, Mu Qingxiao didn't have the heart to look at the scenery of Kunlun Immortal Mountain, although Junyi's face was calm, but her heartstrings were tense, I don't know what this woman would do with herself?

Of course, Mu Qingxiao can't sit still, although he has had a skin-to-skin relationship with this woman, but if the situation is not right, he will escape into the small world, or leave this plane.

After all, the quasi-saint is at the pinnacle, but it is a bug-like existence in the Journey to the West.

"Why, is this palace so terrible?"

The cold voice sounded in his ears, Mu Qingxiao's face stiffened, and said: "I'm just a scattered immortal, the Queen Mother is a high goddess, for fear of offending, and I hope that the Queen Mother will be placed in the next way of life." ”

"I'm afraid of offending!"

As soon as the words fell, the voice of the Queen Mother of the West became even colder, and she looked at the young man in front of her, and said, "At the beginning, you didn't think so, but now you're afraid?" ”

"Ahem!"

Mu Qingxiao coughed dryly, but he didn't expect the latter to take the initiative to mention the events of the day, and he didn't know how to ease the atmosphere for a while.

He never dreamed that when he first came to the Journey to the West plane, he was chased and killed by the Styx Ancestor, and now it fell into the hands of the Queen Mother of the West.

"What is the Queen Mother going to do with this?"

Mu Qingxiao's voice was very small, obviously lacking confidence, but the Queen Mother of the West didn't pay attention to it, carried him, and appeared in front of the main peak of Kunlun Mountain in a blink of an eye.

The main peak of Kunlun Mountain is vast, the clouds are steaming, the ancient trees are verdant, the vines are as thick as a dragon, hanging down, everywhere is flowing with Ruixia, spraying thin fairy qi, and the energy is several times richer than the periphery.

Looking up at the sky, in the middle of the main peak of the mountainside, there is a faint stretch of gorgeous palace standing, Qionglou Yuyu, Bei Que Zhu Palace, extremely luxurious, looming in the dense fairy qi, only revealing a scale and half a claw.

On it, you can faintly see many fairies wearing neon clothes and elegant postures.

The crane is clear, and its voice is melodious, echoing all around.

Glancing at the luxurious palace, the Queen Mother of the West thought for a moment, the space was distorted, Mu Qingxiao's gaze changed again, and what caught her eye was an ancient forest.

Looking back, he could faintly see that the far away place under his feet seemed to be a stretch of palace, and it seemed that it was already on the main peak.

Moreover, the height is a bit higher than halfway up the mountain.

Letting go of Mu Qingxiao, the Queen Mother of the West glanced at him with phoenix eyes, although she wanted to slap the young man in front of her, but when she thought of something, she couldn't do it.

"In the future, you will cultivate here, and you are not allowed to step out of here without the permission of this palace, otherwise, you will die!"

The cold voice sounded, Mu Qingxiao's face froze, and just as he wanted to speak, the figure of the Queen Mother of the West had disappeared from sight.

Looking at the lush and uninhabited ancient forest, Mu Qingxiao wanted to cry without tears.

This is obviously to imprison yourself here, isn't it just an incarnation of you, why embarrass yourself like this?

However, there was no prohibition around, and the latter did not seem to be so ruthless, and Mu Qingxiao had no intention of leaving.

You know, this is the real Kunlun Holy Land!

If you have been cultivating here for three or five years, you don't know how far you can grow.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingxiao's immortal soul power swept out, the ancient forest was extremely vast, and there seemed to be no danger on it.

Retracting the power of the immortal soul, Mu Qingxiao found a stout ancient tree, jumped on the branches, sat down cross-legged, surrounded by purple-black fairy energy, and gradually formed a small spiral nest, frantically devouring the thick energy between heaven and earth.

As the vast heaven and earth energy was incorporated into his body, his aura gradually rose in the subtle transformation.

In the void, the Queen Mother of the West looked at the young man who was sitting on the branches, constantly devouring the energy of heaven and earth, and was as rich as jade, and her phoenix eyes were full of complexity.

After watching for a moment, he turned and swept towards the peak.

At the top of the main peak of Kunlun Xian Mountain, there is a pool of square and thousands of zhang in size, the water quality is crystal like milk, and the sparkling pool.

The immortal qi on the pond is steaming, and occasionally you can see a green lotus emitting a glow emerging from the pool water, swaying and shining, full of sacred and incomparably sacred aura.

In the center of the pool, there is a deep pool of 100 zhang in size, built with an ancient pavilion, which is also full of fairy energy, but the water quality is compressed in the pool and flows to form a convergence.

At this moment, in the ancient pavilion, there was a little girl wearing a red dress and a perfect face sitting in it.

The little girl is only a few years old, but her face is beginning to take on the state of disaster to the country and the people, and she is full of divine dignity, and the fluctuations that seep out of her weak body are terrifying and a little scary.

Feeling it suddenly, the little girl opened her watery eyes, saw the Queen Mother of the West who appeared beside her, and threw herself into her arms with a laugh.

"Master ......"

"Qing'er is good."

Holding the little girl in her arms, the Queen Mother of the West spoke softly, and Allure's face changed from the previous coldness, replaced by a gentle and doting color.

"Master, Qing'er wants to ride a crane."

"Okay, as long as Qing'er promises to the master that he will not secretly go to the ancient forest below to play in the future, and cultivate obediently, he will let you ride the crane."

Hearing this, Qing'er's watery eyes were full of joy, patted her tender little palm, and said, "Okay, okay, Qing'er won't secretly go down to play in the future." ”

The Queen Mother of the West bowed slightly, glanced at the ancient forest below, and breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably in her heart, and with a casual move, a crane soared from under the main peak.

I saw the crane rubbing Qing'er's cheek, gently lifting her, flapping her wings, and slowly flying towards the sky.

Seeing this, the Queen Mother of the West smiled softly, sat cross-legged in the ancient pavilion, her phoenix eyes closed, and wisps of cold fairy qi swirled around her body.

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PS: The Journey to the West plane may have to be written for a long time, and the big guys waited patiently, and finally shamelessly begged for a wave of subscriptions.

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