It is close to Kyoto, the Imperial Kingdom of Heaven, and forms the shape of a horn, just like two dragon horns standing in the Imperial Kingdom of Heaven.
Holy Spirit Mountain in Yadu City.
The mountain is ten thousand feet high, reaching into the sky.
Clouds and mist surround the mountainside all year round, and the mountain is vaguely exposed in the haze, showing its arrogance.
The main altar of the Holy Spirit Palace of the Heavenly Vault Empire is located in this mountain.[
The clouds and mist are rippling, and the wind passes by but remains.
Standing at the foot of the mountain, Feng Yun slowly raised his head and glanced at the ten-thousand-meter-high mountain.
At the foot, there is a long staircase, winding up, entangled in the mountainside and surrounded by clouds and mist, with no end in sight.
As the wind passed by, the wind and cloud seemed to be able to hear the compelling spiritual power and the stone soul that had stood for thousands of years.
That is a kind of historical precipitation and accumulation.
Feng Yun walked neither fast nor slowly, crossing the stairs step by step and walking towards the depths of the clouds and mist.
No one is blocking or guarding.
But this mountain and this tree have already told those who come, if you don’t defend, you will defend yourself, if you don’t attack, you will attack.
At the end of the long stone steps, clouds and mist are spreading.
Halfway up the mountain, the clouds and mist dispersed, revealing a huge square.
The square is completely paved with black and yellow boulders, which are simple and domineering. In the center of the square, a huge boulder stands tall in the middle.
There are three large Chinese characters in the Palace of the Holy Spirit, with dragons and phoenixes dancing in the air, seal cutting and above.
Just three big characters can already make people feel the overwhelming force, making people feel scared in their hearts.
At this time, in the huge square behind the stone, there was a circle of people sitting in a crescent shape, each wearing a white-gold robe with the words "Holy Spirit Palace" embroidered on the corner.
They are not very old, they are a group of young men and women, but the aura exuded from them is all at the level of the Spirit Emperor.
In front of this circle of more than a hundred people, three middle-aged men sat with indifference, but their level was not something Feng Yun could see through.
Opposite these people, three people were tied high and carried on three wooden stakes.
Feng Yun glanced over and narrowed his eyes instantly.
Mo Yan, Lin Qiong, Feng Yang.[
The three of them lowered their heads at this time and looked very depressed. They must have suffered a lot of torture.
Feng Yun's fists clenched in an instant, but relaxed the next moment. Looking at the scene where everyone seemed to know that she was coming and had been waiting for a long time, Feng Yun stepped forward step by step.