The God of Sky & Earth

Duanmu Xiaoman's moon robe is clear and meaningful, her eyes are foggy, bright as if containing the Nine Heavens Milky Way, and she stares blankly at the earth's veins in a daze.

"Master, what do you think of my soul skill?"

That day, the scene of Su Yi casting Wushuang Dragon Flash in front of his eyes was still vivid in his memory, his bright red lips trembling.

"Are you going to disappear for decades this time too?" The water in Duanmu Xiaoman's eyes was rippling, like waves rolling up in the deep sea.

As soon as the words came out, Duanmu Xiaoman finally couldn't help squatting on the ground, with his hands folded between his knees, his delicate body trembling.

Large and large clear teardrops dripped on the veins of the earth, and the energy of the heavens and the earth fluctuated endlessly.

Duanmu Xiaoman knew that she had held on for too long, even if Su Yi disappeared in front of her own eyes, she was still telling herself: "It's okay, he will come back!"

It's just that sometimes silent crying hurts the most.

Sometimes the most hurtful lies are those of ourselves.

Duanmu Xiaoman herself had forgotten how long it had been since she broke down and cried wantonly.

From breaking into Yutian Palace at the beginning, to helping him hold his breath to control the chaos of Yutian Palace, and then fighting with himself at the bottom of the broken sword, fighting the bloody demon dragon.

Those scenes, uncontrollably played in turn, tore Duanmu Xiaoman's head.

"Why! Why! Are you going to fight like this? I should be responsible for it, I don't need your help!"

Duanmu Xiaoman was lying between her knees, her moon robe was heavily wet, misty, and scarlet blood dripped slowly from between her white teeth and red lips.

Raising his head again, Duanmu Xiaoman's eyes showed a chilling death intent, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he murmured faintly.

"Don't worry, I will come to you soon!"

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The holy mountain is covered with verdant trees and trees, and the sky is full of fairy clouds.

The spirit birds spread their wings, hovering between the mountains and rivers, the clouds are steaming, the mountains are separated by milky white tulle, and the sky and the earth are shrouded in a golden energy atmosphere.

The mountains and forests are lush, under the white and yellowish sky, the mountains are as bright as gold, solemn and solemn, on the majestic and peculiar rock walls, they are colorfully dyed by the golden rays of light, and the overlapping looks extremely magnificent.

The big river turns, and the black iron-like peaks are reflected on the lake, like a drunk old man who has been sleeping for many years.

Nine Sacred Peaks, in the Nine Sacred Pavilion.

The goose-yellow curtains hung upside down, and the slightly opened window sills sprinkled a trace of gold. Since Liu Ruoxi returned to the holy mountain, she didn't leave the gate, and didn't step through the second door, so she put herself in the door.

Almost a month has passed by slowly, and Liu Ruoxi is waiting for the news from the mountain every day.

"Chichi!"

The spirit bird stopped on the edge of the bed, quickly spread its wings and flew away, Liu Ruoxi rested her cheeks on her hands, staring at the vast and secluded world, absent-minded and lonely.

"I'm not as free as a bird!"

Fingers like jade green onions were firmly on the window sill, and there was a vicissitudes of life sound behind him.

"Miss, the holy mountain is now in a mess, don't let it go and lock it inside the house!"

Liu Ruoxi twitched her eyelashes lightly, with a look of fading interest, she said sadly: "Uncle Guan, I... can't be interested in anything."

He naturally knew in his heart that after returning from the Tianfeng Ranking Tournament, both Xue Honglou and Yuchi Changfeng were seriously injured.

The upper and lower factions of the Holy Mountain are in the same situation. If I, the next Holy Lord, can have a preference, then the candidate for the Holy Emperor will basically stop.

And the old man called Guan Bo was the one who came to rescue the Man City that day. The hunched figure stood outside the door and sighed deeply.

"In more than 20 days, the Holy One has passed on you three times, and today he is here again! I can't see you!"

Hearing the name of the Holy One, Liu Ruoxi's body trembled subconsciously, biting her red lips tightly, and said in a low voice.

"Uncle Guan, please help me delay."

"Why!"

There was a knock on the door, and the footsteps gradually faded away, leaving only a wordless sigh.

"So what if he comes?"

Liu Ruoxi's beautiful eyelashes drooped slightly, her right hand squeezed her index finger tightly, her eyes turned to the distance again, and said quietly: "When we meet again, at least I will still belong to you."

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Divine Sword Gate, the mountain peak is steep, like several divine swords rushing through the sky, splitting the void.

Among the winding and steep mountains, a blue lake reflects the sky and a pair of green eyes.

"Yao'er, didn't I tell you not to run outside?"

Graceful and gentle voice came from behind slowly, and suddenly a luxurious lady with exquisite figure, elegant palace gown and jet-black hair tied into a flowing bun came here.

Su Kuangge's eyes were bright, and there was still a slight solemnity between his brows, and he said in a muffled voice.

"Yao'er, don't you know that your master Suxin and I are very worried about you? Your life is not just your own!"

Mu Yao's face was haggard, and her complexion was slightly pale due to her restlessness for more than ten days. She raised her fingers lightly, stroking the Nine Nether Snake.

At this moment, the Nine Nether Underworld Snake is extremely huge, its pupils are like will-o'-the-wisps, breathtaking, and its huge demon power makes people dare not approach it.

"But my heart is very uncomfortable, up and down!" Mu Yao sighed in a low voice, her eyes were like water, and the waves were calm.

The master known as Su Xin glanced at Su Kuangge, pulled Su Kuangge aside, and said in a low voice.

"Has Fu Yaomen not replied yet?"

Su Kuangge was also quite irritable, the corners of his dry mouth twitched suddenly, and he shouted: "If there is news, why wait here!"

Seemingly getting used to Su Kuangge's temper, Su Xin shook her head and walked towards Mu Yao.

"Yao'er, you have the blood of Jinpeng, so you shouldn't be sinking day by day. Even if Su Yi doesn't come, you still have important things to do. At least for the sake of the Divine Sword Sect and Su Yi's Overlord Sect, you have to work hard."

Su Kuangge's whole body burst out with vigor, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he said fiercely, "Yi'er will come back! There's nothing that won't come!"

Mu Yao frowned, looked up at the lake, and what Su Yi said to her in front of the Baiying Palace still lingered in her ears.

Standing up, Mu Yao said softly: "Elder Su, Master, don't worry! This apprentice knows!"

"Then I don't worry. It's been almost a month since I came back to Shenjianmen. I'm still worried. I'll go to Fuyaomen and Chaos Realm to have a look!"

Before he could finish speaking, Su Kuangge's sword energy flew across the sky, cutting through the sky and leaving a long trail of sword energy in the air.

At this time, Su Yi, who was far away in the sky, didn't know that he had only passed more than ten days in the space-time interlayer of Sanwu Territory, and nearly a month had passed in Tianman Continent.

In every corner of the Tianman Continent, since the Tianfeng Ranking Tournament, Su Yi's name has already spread across six continents, three states and one sea.

The five great aristocratic families, the Holy Mountain, and the Chaos Domain all sent disciples and eyeliners to find Su Yi's whereabouts.

Inside the Long family, Long Kuang was planning a more direct plan. The battle for the Holy Emperor of the Holy Mountain was in full swing. The final ownership of Yuchi Changfeng and Xuehonglou was not so much Liu Ruoxi, but Su Yi.