Chapter 1047: Enjoy the coolness under the tiger skin(2/2)
Because the person who said these words was none other than the Demon Feather Emperor of this generation.
The empress raised her head, her expression as usual, and walked towards nothingness.
His purpose has been achieved.
And the masters around the mountain who had their spiritual thoughts coming here also looked at each other, and each had different thoughts, and each of them dissipated.
Soon, even the old woman who ruled the seventh mountain disappeared. Only the young man who had just attacked Xu Qing in mid-air bowed his hand to Xu Qing and turned around to leave.
Xu Qing was at the bottom of the mountain, watching this scene, knowing that his mission was completed and there was no need to continue the challenge.
"So……"
An idea came to Xu Qing's mind.
"Now that Xi Moyu is here, and the empress is covering her up, and the previous sparring has caused some waves, then... there is a place that we can explore based on these things."
Xu Qing always remembered the information told by his senior brother. The two Immortal Arts Halls in the Magic Feather Holy Land each inherited an immortal technique.
"Five dogs and six thieves..."
Xu Qing murmured in his heart that he had mastered Dong Moyu's Six Thieves' Wansheng, but if it were any other time, Xu Qing knew that it would be extremely difficult to observe Xi Moyu's Five Dog House Immortal Technique.
But now...
"With the help of the name of the empress and my ability to roll up for more than half a month, I might be able to take a look!"
Xu Qing pondered for a while, and after confirming that what he thought was correct, he swayed his body, instantly rose into the air, and flew away quickly under the gazes and discussions of a large number of monks around him.
The direction we are heading to is... the West Demonic Feather Immortal Magic Palace!
The West Demon Yuxian Magic Palace is not far from the Seventh Lord Mountain and is built on a lake called Shexian.
The lake is pitch black, and the Immortal Arts Hall is made of white stone. It is exquisite and luxurious, but also has light flowing through it.
Set against the lake, it gives people a strange sense of tranquility.
On the lake, there are hundreds of monks sitting cross-legged. These monks are male and female, old and young. They are all dressed in white. They are practicing on the lake with their eyes closed.
The fluctuations in the bursts of magic are particularly obvious.
When Xu Qing arrived, this was what he saw, and he immediately recognized that these people were the immortal masters of Xi Moyu!
However, his arrival did not attract the attention of the cultivators here. Xu Qing just glanced at it and concentrated on the white Immortal Magic Palace in the center of the lake. He cupped his fists and bowed before speaking in a low voice.
Chapter completed!