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The long bird responded, and when it came to the mist, it was immediately hit by a gust of wind.

Whooshing.

The world changes color!

The strong wind indeed restrained the fog, and the fog quickly dispersed to both sides, just like the curtains were opened, quickly retreating to both sides, forming a thoroughfare.

Immediately, Changniao took the lead and led everyone towards the misty avenue.

As the strong wind blows forward, the fog in front is still spreading to both sides, and the road extends forward.

Not long after, the front suddenly opened up, and a large mountain appeared in everyone's field of vision. The mountain was very huge, floating in the sky, giving people a strange and extremely oppressive feeling.

"Master, this is it!"

Changniao collected his magical power and quickly reported back, with excitement written all over his face, as if he had helped his master accomplish something extraordinary!

Chen Muyu nodded and turned to look at the old man Chihong next to him, "Is this Tiangong Mountain?"

Chi Hong walked forward tremblingly, looked up, and shook his head repeatedly, "Sir, this is not Tiangong Mountain, but more like the Spirit Mother Peak of the Spirit Mother Ancestor!"

"Ancestor Spirit Mother?"

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows.

Chi Hong nodded and explained, "The ancestor of the Spirit Mother is also one of the Eight Ancestors, a pseudo-ninth-level existence, but this person has always kept a low profile and rarely shows up. I only had the opportunity to meet her once when I was in Tiangong Mountain! "

Chen Muyu nodded slightly and said to King Qian and others, "Since we are also one of the Eight Ancestors, we have come all the way, so naturally we should pay our respects. We are not bandits. We will act with the camera at a moment's notice. You must not lose your etiquette!"

"yes!"

Everyone responded.

What are bandits?

Many gods and demons don't understand it, but they still have a basic understanding of etiquette.

"Who's going to call the door?"

Chen Muyu looked around.

Bai Shu stood up and said, "Master, I'm going!"

Chen Muyu nodded. Since he had no intention of conflicting with the owner, it would be best to let Bai Shu knock on the door. Otherwise, if others would be reckless and directly conflict with him, then this fight would not be a fight. No more.

It's unclear what the strength of the pseudo-ninth level is. Although they have many people, Chen Muyu doesn't want to suffer losses at this time.

Bai Shu was ordered to leave.

Not long after, the Hanging Mountain shook slightly, and a golden ray of light shot out from the sealed boundary and was projected in front of everyone.

A golden staircase appeared in the light, step by step, leading straight to the top of the mountain.

"The master here said that the place in the mansion is small, so the others should stay outside!" came Bai Shu's voice.

With so many people, it seems that the Spirit Mother Ancestor is also afraid of this battle.

"You stay outside the mountain."

Chen Muyu turned around and gave instructions to Jiufeng and others. He took only Qian Wang, Bao Ying and Hui An, and together with Bai Shu, the five of them stepped onto the stairs and entered the sealed realm in a moment.

With King Gan and Bao Ying here, there is actually no need to worry about safety. Hui Yan also has the strength of the late eighth level, so he can always protect him.

It is essential to be on guard against others. Although you may not have any ill intentions, you cannot guarantee that the other person will.

As Chi Hong said, the other party is a pseudo-ninth level strong man, so it is better to be more vigilant.

Of course, vigilance is not fear.

The pseudo-ninth level is only a pseudo-ninth level, not the real ninth level. It cannot make people like them fearful. Among the guys left outside, there are several who have reached the late eighth level. If they really go crazy, below the ninth level Who dares to say that one person can defeat so many powerful people?

…

Within the closed boundary.

This cave is very simple.

On Lingmu Peak, there is a platform halfway up the mountain, several connected thatched cottages, and a small waterfall and stream next to it.

Although it is simple, it has a unique character.

Several flower-like maids were waiting for her, and they still had basic etiquette, which should be regarded as showing goodwill.

There were several futons placed in the open space in front of the thatched house. The maid led Chen Muyu and others to sit down and served them unknown drinks.

Chen Muyu tasted the red liquid in the cup. It was sour and sweet like a tomato, not very tasty, but it contained a lot of energy.

"Where is the spirit mother?" Chen Muyu asked the maid in front of him.

The maid hurriedly bowed and said, "Dear guest, please wait a moment. The Spirit Mother has just finished practicing and is taking a bath. She will come out to meet our distinguished guest in a moment."

Chen Muyu nodded slightly.

It seems that the arrival of himself and others has disturbed other people's cultivation.

I don’t know what kind of person this spiritual mother is. Is she young or old? Is it beautiful or ugly?

Don't come out like Bao Ying with a scary face.

…

"What kind of tea is this?"

While Chen Muyu was sipping the drink, he was arrogantly arranging the spirit mother in his heart. He wanted to explore the thatched cottage with his spiritual thoughts, but he didn't dare.

His spiritual thoughts are guaranteed to be noticed by others. If it is an old and ugly person, wouldn't it stain his own eyes? If he is relied on, wouldn't it be a lot of trouble?

"To my distinguished guests, the thing in the cup is the specialty of Lingmu Peak, truffle blood..." The maid was also obedient and introduced it to Chen Muyu.

To say that this maidservant is so good-looking is enough to prove that the spirit mother ancestor's aesthetics is normal, and she must not be too ugly.

"puff!"

At this moment, King Qian seemed to choke on the truffle blood in the cup, and sprayed it directly into the face of the maid serving in front of him.

"Ahem..."

The maid let out a low cry and hurriedly hid her face to avoid it. The Goddess of Heaven coughed twice, her face turned red, and she looked a little abnormal.

Chen Muyu frowned slightly. What kind of monster is this guy? He is a powerful eighth-level man, but he can still choke on a drink.

Is there something wrong with this drink?

Just when he thought of this, he saw Baoying pinching King Qian's waist with one hand, and King Qian repeatedly begged for mercy.

Now Chen Muyu probably understood something. This guy must have used his spiritual thoughts to spy on the ancestor of the spirit mother bathing in the thatched hut.

I just dared to think about it, why the hell did you just take action?

Chen Muyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He almost forgot the identity of King Qian, the ancestor of the Demon Palace.

I just don't know what this guy saw, he seemed shocked.

"I've kept you waiting for a long time."

A slightly feminine voice came from the thatched house.

Can't tell the age.

Immediately, a man dressed in white walked out accompanied by two maids.

Chen Muyu looked up with an expectant look on his face, but when he saw the person clearly, he was stunned.

male?

This person is fair and clean, and has a handsome appearance. Although he is somewhat feminine, he is indeed a man, especially the two small mustaches under his nose, which further confirm his gender.

The man first bowed to everyone and then sat on the futon at the head of the table.

Chen Muyu was still a little stunned.

Hui An said from the side, "But I don't know where the spirit mother is? My master came all the way to visit us, but the spirit mother avoided seeing us. I'm afraid she doesn't take us seriously."