Chapter 4228: Perfect Place

After temporarily deciding on the follow-up course of action, the Lord of the Demon Court and Chu Yang were finally able to observe the current environment they were in with a normal mind.

The place where the two of them are located is a vast and boundless wilderness. This wilderness seems to be a huge and boundless stage, silently interpreting the vicissitudes and changes of the years.

As far as the eye can see, there are rolling hills. Those hills rise and fall one after another, winding and stretching, like giant dragons lying prone on the ground, about to take off, as if leading to the end of the world, never ending.

Among them, some hills tower into the clouds, like giants standing tall on the sky and the earth. Their peaks are hidden in the lingering clouds and mist, making them mysterious and difficult to pry into.

The clouds and mist are like soft white gauze, sometimes as dense as a pile, completely covering the peak, causing it to disappear into the vast sea of ​​clouds, as if a giant has covered itself with a mysterious veil; sometimes as thin as a wisp, making the peak looming. It's like the giant disappears and appears in the clouds and mist, as if it's playing a hide-and-seek game with the world.

Occasionally, the sun penetrates the narrow gap in the clouds and shines straight down like a sharp sword, illuminating part of the mountain rocks.

Those illuminated rocks instantly glow with colorful colors, red, yellow, and brown, revealing their rugged textures, which are as deep as knives and axes, as if the giant hands of time have left their mark on the rocks. There are traces of vicissitudes of life; some are as soft as water erosion, with smooth and natural curves, as if telling the long changes of time.

Some hills are low and gentle, like sleeping giants, with gentle and peaceful curves. Their surfaces are covered with a thin layer

The vegetation swayed gently with the breeze, as if the giant beast was breathing soothingly.

Some of the vegetation are short shrubs, clusters and clusters, like the down on giant beasts; some are soft green grass, covering the hills like a green carpet. They are intertwined with each other, forming a natural and harmonious picture. picture.

On the hills, there are jagged rocks with different shapes. Some of them are like ferocious and roaring beasts, with teeth and claws showing, as if they want to break free from the shackles of the earth and rush out to wreak havoc; some are like ancient and mysterious statues of gods, solemn and solemn. People can't help but feel awe, as if they are silently guarding this land.

Or there is green grass, the tender green grass leaves are shining with the light of life under the sunlight, as crystal clear as emerald, and the green is so intoxicating.

The breeze blows, and the grass blades sway gently, forming green waves, one after another, each showing a unique style and charm, as if they are singing the praises of nature in a low voice.

Between the hills, patches of low bushes are sparsely distributed. The branches in the bushes are slender and flexible, swaying gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, as if whispering the ancient and mysterious story of this wilderness.

Those leaves are small and dense, shimmering under the sunlight, like tiny gems, dazzling. The edges of some leaves are jagged, and the teeth are sharp and sharp, as if they are deep traces left by the years, witnessing the ups and downs that this wilderness has experienced.

Each saw tooth is like a symbol of memory, engraved with past stories; some leaves are round and smooth, exuding a fresh breath, as if

The Buddha had just bathed in the morning dew, full of vitality and vitality. The round leaves are like carefully carved works of art, exuding natural charm.

Withered yellow grass blades spread wantonly on the ground, as if covering the land with a worn-out yellow carpet. Some grass leaves have dried up and curled up, showing a scorched yellow color, as if they have been scorched by the flames of time. They are fragile and brittle and will turn into powder at the slightest touch; some are still slightly yellowish. The green color stubbornly resists the erosion of the years, trembles in the wind, but still sticks to its position, refusing to bow to fate easily.

The yellowish green is like the last trace of stubbornness in life. Although it is weak, it is full of unyielding spirit.

The surrounding spiritual energy is overflowing, and the spiritual energy is like wisps of light smoke, rising up and filling the air. This rich aura is like a soft veil, looming and dreamlike, adding a bit of mystery to this wilderness.

With every breath you take, you can feel the pure and powerful energy, which seems to be the most generous gift from nature. It refreshes your spirit and immerses your body and mind in a sense of joy and comfort.

There is no doubt that this place is indeed an excellent place for spiritual practice. The aura seems to be alive, gently touching people's skin, bringing a cool and comfortable feeling, like a mother's gentle touch, full of love and care.

Inhaling it into the body seems to wash away the fatigue and dirt of the body and mind, making people feel extremely refreshing and happy. It is as if the pores in the whole body are opened, and every cell is cheering and greedily absorbing this pure

of energy.

"At first glance, there is nothing special about this place. If you and I want to discover the secrets here, we need further investigation."

Chu Yang frowned slightly and looked around solemnly. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, not missing any detail.

He walked slowly, and the withered grass under his feet made a crisp cracking sound. The sound was particularly clear in the silent wilderness, as if telling the silence and mystery of this wilderness. His steps were steady and powerful, each step sinking into the soft earth, leaving shallow footprints.

Those footprints were quickly covered up by the raised dust, as if he had never walked through it, as if this wilderness had the ability to repair itself and would not allow any external traces to remain for a long time.

Chu Yang's eyes were full of thinking and exploration. He carefully observed every scene around him, trying to find any unusual clues from those seemingly ordinary things.

His eyes moved back and forth between the hills, bushes, and grass, not missing any place that might hide secrets. His eyes were like precision scanners, scrutinizing every inch of this land in detail.

The Lord of the Demon Court nodded and softly agreed:

"I can feel that there is not much atmosphere of demon life here. It seems that this is an area dominated by humans."

His voice was soft and low, with an indescribable majesty.

The sound seemed to come from ancient times, with the precipitation of time and the light of wisdom. Every note seemed to carry thousands of years of history. His gaze was deep and distant, as if he could penetrate the appearance of this wilderness and see the truth hidden behind it.

Mutually.

There was a kind of certainty and confidence in his eyes, as if he had no doubts about his judgment and could not doubt it. His gaze was like a sharp sword capable of penetrating everything, piercing straight into the depths of this land.

"Are you sure?"

There was a hint of doubt and prudence in Chu Yang's eyes, and he turned to the Lord of the Demon Court, as if waiting for more powerful evidence. His brows frowned even more tightly, and the wrinkles on his forehead were as deep as knife carvings, showing the entanglement and uneasiness in his heart. The deep wrinkles seemed like the ravines of time, recording the ups and downs of his heart, and every wrinkle was filled with his thoughts and worries.

The Lord of the Demon Court said solemnly: "The secret method I practice can confirm this. If nothing happens, I will most likely not make a mistake in my judgment, so you can trust me on this."

His expression was firm and his tone was full of confidence. His figure is tall and straight, his clothes are fluttering, and he looks particularly chic in the breeze. There was an invisible coercion exuding from his body, which made people feel awe.

The coercion is like the weight of a mountain, making people breathless, but they are involuntarily attracted to it. His figure seemed to be a majestic mountain peak, standing between heaven and earth, unshakable.

Chu Yang didn't say anything more, just looked around again. The sky is as blue as a gem, and the pure blue has no trace of impurities, as if it were a huge sapphire inlaid above the head. The blue is deep and charming, making people intoxicated, as if it can suck in the human soul.

The white clouds float leisurely, as white as snow. They change shapes, sometimes galloping like horses, with the sound of hoofbeats, as if they are about to break through the clouds and gallop.

Toward the unknown distance; sometimes dancing like a fairy, with graceful posture and fluttering clothes, as if telling a mysterious story in the sky.

The outline of the mountains in the distance is particularly clear under the sunlight. The peaks are towering into the clouds, steep and steep, as if they are the guardians of the earth. Some of those mountain peaks are like sharp swords that pierce the sky, and the mountains are so sharp that they seem to be able to pierce the sky and reach the depths of the universe; some are like giant axes that split the heaven and earth, and the mountains are broad and majestic, giving people an unshakable feeling. It feels like it exists forever.

The textures on the rocks are clearly visible, as if they are the marks left by time. Some textures are winding like running water, and some are criss-crossing like spider webs. Each texture tells the history and vicissitudes of the mountain, witnessing the flow and changes of the years.

The ground beneath our feet was solid and dry. Occasionally, a few small insects hurriedly crawled across, leaving tiny traces. It seems that he wants to verify and judge what the Lord of the Demon Court said.

The surrounding environment was so quiet that even Chu Yang couldn't find anything wrong immediately. Everything looks so beautiful, and the breeze blows on my cheeks, bringing a little bit of coolness.

The wild flowers in the grass bloom with brilliant colors, the red ones are like fire, passionate and unrestrained, the petals burn like flames, full of passion and vitality; the yellow ones are like gold, dazzling, shining with dazzling light, like precious treasures; the purple ones are like gold, dazzling and dazzling, like precious treasures; The flowers are like clouds, dreamlike, and the petals are light and elegant, as if they are elves from fairyland. They complement each other like a colorful picture.

Butterflies dance among the flowers, their wings shining with colorful light, as if they are the most beautiful decorations given by nature. and

It didn't seem like there was any danger, but it was this scenery that made it difficult for Chu Yang to make up his mind and believe that this was not a dangerous place.

He couldn't tell where this intuition came from, but the guidance in the dark kept hinting to him that this place might be more dangerous than he and the Lord of the Demon Court imagined.