The chapter content begins->The soldiers, when they saw Meng Qiu's figure, did not immediately make way. They just kept their faces in front of Meng Qiu with a cold face, and did not move at all.

Meng Qiu, who had already mastered the entire soul world, did not feel any displeasure because of their obstruction. Instead, he curled the arrogance in his eyes and said in a deep voice: "In the coming of Meng Qiu, I have something to do to meet Lord Gu."

The soldiers still did not give in, but they made people enter the Soul-Superior Platform and heard a sound. After a while, they received the news and let Meng Qiu enter.

Stepping into the range of the Soul-Strike Platform, even though he had not stepped on the Soul-Strike Platform, the power produced by the large piece of Soul-Strike Stone made Meng Qiu feel that his soul power was suppressed. He did not look around, but instead constrained his eyes and followed the soldiers leading the way forward.

At the edge of the Soul-Supering Platform, rows of houses were built at some point. All of them were made of Soul-Sacrifice Stones. Those houses had no exit, but the side facing the Soul-Supering Platform was intertwined by iron railings. Behind the railings, you can clearly see that many soul envoys were locked in. Their spirits were extremely haggard, their eyes were numb and lost their focus. They curled up and squeezed into the narrow space, trembling.

Compared with the soul envoys who were locked in the soul prison, the situation of these soul envoys was shocking. They were like they had lost their souls, silently. Even though Meng Qiu walked past their door, they did not react at all. They just squatted together with their bodies, like a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

Among the rows of simple and dark small rooms, there was a spacious hall standing among them. Several soldiers with brown eyes stood in front of the door holding spells and magical instruments. After seeing Meng Qiu being led by their companions, they slowly opened the door of the hall.

The creaking sound echoed in Meng Qiu's ears as the door was pushed open. Meng Qiu's eyes were deep and he was motionless waiting for the road to open.

"Please." The soldier who led Meng Qiu to say in a deep voice.

Meng Qiu then raised his head and walked into the hall.

The spacious and bright hall was filled with a strange fragrance, not like the sweet fragrance of flowers, but also like the ancient charm of burning incense. On the upper position of the hall, a man who thought he was handsome and noble in his temperament was sitting. He was wearing black armor, which was the deepest color, but somehow he looked so beautiful when he wore it. He sat upright on the high position, and his handsome face was like a proud work of heaven, but in his clear eyes, there was a hint of sharpness and calmness that was inconsistent with his appearance.

The man looked only in his twenties, but the momentum that spread out from his body was unignorable. Even Meng Qiu, in front of that person, his momentum was shorter.

"Meng Qiu, pay homage to Lord Gu." Meng Qiu lifted up the corner of her clothes and knelt in front of the man on one knee.

Jun Gu, who was sitting in the upper position, raised his eyes and looked at Meng Qiu. A petite woman standing beside him also looked at Meng Qiu.

"What's the matter?" Jun Gu Youran spoke in an instant, and the voice was so nice, gentle but domineering.
Chapter completed!