The God of Sky & Earth

The chirping sound dropped, and above the small funeral cold ground, a rainbow-like divine bird pattern appeared in the center of the trunk of the snow tree.

His eyes flickered, and the main spirit of the ancient Yue Palace suddenly refreshed, and the vortex at his feet wrinkled. He used the energy of the soul to drive away the chill in the blood, and stepped in.

"whisper!"

There was another soaring howl, the snow tree turned into blue, the ice crystals were wrapped in the pattern of the **** bird, the portal was closed, and the ancient Yue disappeared between the snow trees.

After disappearing, the interior of Yutian Palace also fell into a busy scene.

The battle of the Dragon Family is imminent.

Fu Yaomen, Chaos Field is constantly training, Long Poshan and other princes and elders around the clock, continually consolidate the large earthquake.

No one knows when the Long family will come, but Duanmu Xiaoman's exit has given everyone in Yutian Palace a peace of mind.

Therefore, under such a busy situation, why Duanmu Xiongtu came to Yutiangong seems strange.

At night, the world is dark.

After the earthquake, the peaks and undulations, the black and black mountain lines rolling up and down, a golden light cut through the night, and rushed directly to the Temple of Yutian.

The night rain leaped underground, and the dim sky was cloudy, and Duanmu Xiongtu appeared in front of the temple without any stagnation.

On a gloomy night, the temple looks like a huge monster lingering on the peak of the earthquake. The silver-white electric arc strikes down, reflecting the full picture of the Temple of Yutian.

"The temple has not changed for so many years!"

Duanmu Xiong's face tightened, and a complex emotion passed in his gaze.

As if he had been to the Temple of Yutian a long time ago, his tight lips were moistened by rain. I don't know whether it was tears or rain. Duanmu Xiongtu's figure in the rain was very lonely.

Stopping, two full hours passed, Duanmu Xiongtu stood in front of the temple into a sculpture.

"Hey, it's been refined now, but even Princess Duanmu ..."

In the temple, a voice of gentle worries came out, and then a young male voice followed.

"Sister, the hardest things have been solved, we should trust Brother Su Yi and believe in Sister Xiaoman."

"Hahaha, look at Ah Chu, now she will comfort her sister." Duanmu Xiongtu heard the voice of Elder Red.

"咚咚"

Behind the three men, the hustle-and-husband figure blasted out, and the green light instantly illuminated the gate of Yutian Temple.

"Okay, it's getting late, I have some ideas about that thing, so go back quickly."

Elder Mo coughed, and finally came out of the temple, his face became abnormally gloomy.

It seems that what Duanmu Xiaoman said to Elder Mo was extremely important.

Being in the corner, converging his breath to the extreme Duanmuxiong's eyes were blank, and what he said below made Duanmuxiong's heart tremble even more.

Elder Red focused his head, and Achu and Li Shiran walked ahead. Elder Red grabbed Elder Mo and said softly, "What else did the palace master tell you?"

"what did you say?"

"Don't you see it, isn't Duanmu Xiongtu the same person?" Elder Red frowned, his voice muffled.

"Who, who? There are so many old people, walk around!

"

Elder Mo snorted, and immediately stopped paying attention to Elder Hong. He pulled Li Shiran and A Chu and said, "You two go back to Tiandanzhai with me. There should be a book in it. Help me find it together."

The sisters and brothers turned back suddenly, "Oh, master."

In place, Elder Red looked at Elder Mo in doubt, scratched his head, and said softly, "Isn't it? It should be."

Immediately, in front of the temple, the night sky was vacillating, and Duanmuxiong's figure reappeared like a ghost.

"Whizzing!"

Reiki fluttered, powerful heaven and earth energy wrapped the temple, Duanmuxiong moved his steps gently, and finally sighed deeply and turned to leave.

"Both have arrived at Yutian Palace. When I get here, will I just stay here for two hours?"

Between the ethereal world and the sound of cold and loneliness slowly falling, like a soft tulle stroking the heart.

Suddenly, Duanmuxiong stayed in place, turned around, and a pale white phantom appeared behind him.

Snow eyes practiced coldly, a flash of frost flashed between the eyebrows, like ice sculpture, Duanmu Xiongtu immediately felt that this was Duanmu Xiaoman's mirage.

"You ..." Duanmuxiong moved his lips lightly.

Duanmu Xiaoman raised her hand gently, the phantom disappeared, and immediately left a voice, "Come in, I remember you."

"Guru"

Suddenly, Duanmuxiong's heart beating wildly, a little lightly under his feet, and the electric light flint generally entered the temple.

In the vast and cold hall, Duanmu Xiongtu once again saw the unblemished figure.

The fairy shadow is small and dreamlike. Duanmu Xiaoman's graceful posture comes from the seat, surrounded by ice crystals, giving a powerful and blasphemy-like sacred momentum.

"The first battle of the holy mountain, I remember you when I saw you." Duanmu Xiaoman's voice slipped into Duanmu Xiongtu's heart like clear spring water.

At that time, Su Yi's blood washed the Holy Mountain, the scene was grand, but Duanmu Xiongtu was as keen as a knife, but after Duanmu Xiaoman's arrival, the situation and developments far exceeded imagination, Duanmu Xiongtu did not make a comeback.

"Do you really remember me? You were so young then."

Duanmuxiong moved his mouth lightly, grinning bitterly, looking at this face with almost no faults, remembering that he came back more than a hundred years ago.

"Qingtian was still young, but I was five years old at the time. Of course I remember that you brought me and Qingtian into Yutian Palace."

Speaking of these, Duanmu Xiaoman was as if he was telling the words of others, without feeling the slightest emotion.

With a calm expression, Duanmuxiong flashed a haze deep into the pupils of his eyes and whispered, "I gave your sister to your master, and I never went to Yutian Temple again. I never thought that it would be because of you many years later. Both, I am here again. "

"..." Duanmu Xiaoman was silent

Rouge covered with snow, white as magical, Duanmu Xiaoman's voice gradually calmed, and said, "What happened to you and my master that year, why did Qingtian and I become orphans?"

"Have you never asked your master?" Duanmu Xiongtu wondered.

Duanmu Xiaoman shook her head, staring at the other side, Sakura's lips twitched, and said, "After you leave, the master treats my sister and brother as if they were my own. How can I mention those things again and make the master sad?"

"You are very understanding." Duanmu Xiong smiled bitterly, and then clenched his hands into fists, as if to summon up the courage to say: "Are your masters okay?"

Turning around, Duanmu Xiaoman's shadow trembled instantly, and a subtle shaking voice came out.

"The master was gone a long time ago. Before leaving, she said she was going to find someone."