The Western Region is the westernmost side of Xizhou, and it is also the so-called end of the sky. As you approach the Western Region, you can clearly feel the drop in temperature, and the sky is so low that you can touch it with your hand.
After entering the Western Region, the first thing you see is the snow-capped mountains. The sky and the earth are the same color, desolate and quiet. When you look at it, you feel that your heart is purified by this clean land.
"So beautiful." Mu Qianyu's eyes lit up when he saw it.
"Yes, I have only heard people say that the scenery in the Western Regions is the best. It seems that the rumors are absolutely true." Bei Chenyue stood on the deck, looking into the distance and sighed, her little mouth is so big.
Beichen Ye stood behind the mother and daughter, and put a big cloak on each of them, one red and one white. The red one was flirtatious and the white one was soft and cute.
"If you like, we can stay here for a while when we have time in the future, and we can also eat the food cooked by your fat uncle." Mu Qianyu arranged the food for the child.
Bei Chenyue has been a foodie since she was a child. Hearing this, he nodded repeatedly, "That's perfect."
After flying for only half a day, you can see the khaki-yellow city wall under the snow-capped mountains. The city wall is not high, and there are temples inside. The temples stretch for dozens of miles, and there are many monks' meditation rooms among them.
It just doesn't look majestic or spectacular. Instead, it is filled with a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, which makes people calm down involuntarily.
At this moment, there are thousands of tents pitched on the snow outside the city. The tents seem to be almost as long as the city. There are dozens of flags planted high in the tent area, representing dozens of righteous alliances.
"Why are you stationed outside the city?" Mu Qianyu asked in confusion.
Langa stood with one hand in front of his chest and said calmly: "I think there are more people coming, and there are not that many meditation rooms in the temple."
Monks in the Western Regions have always been simple and do not build many meditation rooms, which means there is no place to accommodate the many people who come.
Mu Qianyu almost laughed out loud. The righteous path came in great force, so it was laid on the floor like this?
But what she didn't know was that the reason why the other party was making such a big noise was actually to give Mu Qianyu a blow. They couldn't always lag behind others.
People from the two holy places on the distant city wall stood there waiting to watch. They were accompanied by two Buddhas. The two holy masters and the holy son seemed to be in a good mood.
"If Mu Qianyu is so arrogant, she must be upset this time, otherwise she will really think that I have no one in my right path." The speaker was Liao Tianyuan, the Holy Son of Tianyuan.
He probably hated Mu Qianyu the most among all the people. He was robbed of the Golden Crow Essence Fire and the artifact, and he didn't even sell it back to the Holy Land twice. This was simply the most humiliating thing he had ever experienced!
"Brother Liao is right. This time I am introducing three thousand disciples, which will definitely make her daunted." Lan Sheng, the Holy Son of Wuji Holy Land, also agreed.
The two saint sons were not so willing to express their feelings in front of others, but they really wanted to see Mu Qianyu being shocked.
As former prisoners of the empress, they had already developed inner demons, and it was already difficult for them to deal with Mu Qianyu calmly.
The two holy masters looked calm and calm, but that was not what they were thinking in their hearts.
"Two Taoist brothers, why don't you move to the inner room and wait?" One of the Buddha, Mara Buddha, suggested. The Buddha's voice was rich and resonant, and he spoke the universal Buddha's voice.
"Don't worry, it's coming soon." Holy Lord Wuji stretched out his hand and pointed towards the distance.
The two saints immediately stretched their necks to look, but their expressions gradually froze. The first thing that came into their sight was a five-story dragon boat.
The dragon boat was just a little taller and bigger, so there was nothing unusual about it. But what shocked them was the boats that appeared in groups behind, protecting the wings and rear wings of the dragon boat.
The disciples of the sect below heard the sound and walked out of the tent one after another. As a result, they found that the sunlight above their heads was blocked. When they looked up, they only saw a dense darkness, just like day and night.
Ninety of the three-story warships, which were dozens of feet long and wrapped in iron armor, appeared at the same time. They were so majestic that they covered the sky and the sun.
Ninety-one boats, including dragon boats, were all decorated with black dragon flags, with the word "Shang" gilded above them!
These disciples looked at these warships, and then looked back at the miscellaneous thirty kinds of flags behind them, and they always felt their faces hurt.
The people in the holy place on the city wall didn't speak to the Buddha for a while. Maybe there were ten or twenty thousand people here?
Buddha Mara even had the urge to immediately alert the ancestor Buddha. Is he here to solve a problem or to rob?