The God of Sky & Earth

The sound of Luan's singing fell, and above the narrow burial ground, a rainbow-like pattern of a divine bird appeared in the center of the trunk of the snow tree. The ripples flowed, and the blue ice crystals that were exactly the same as Duanmu Xiaoman's whole body glowed.

His gaze flickered, Palace Master Gu Yue's spirit instantly lifted, the whirlpool under his feet wrinkled, he used soul energy to drive away the chill in his blood, and stepped into it.

"whisper!"

There was another sound of phoenix soaring into the sky, the whole body of the snow tree turned into azure blue, and the pattern of the divine bird was wrapped in fine ice crystals, the portal closed, and Guyue also disappeared among the snow trees.

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

The battle of the Long family is imminent.

Fuyao Sect, Chaotic Domain is constantly practicing, Long Poshan and other princes and elders are working day and night to continuously consolidate the central earthquake formation.

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

Therefore, it was very strange why Duanmu Xiongtu came to Yutian Palace under such a busy situation.

At night, the sky and the earth are dark.

After the earthquake, the peak was ups and downs, and the black and black mountain line was undulating. A golden light pierced the night and rushed directly to Yutian Temple.

The night rain was pattering down, and the dark sky was covered with a haze, but the figure of Duanmu Xiongtu appeared in front of the temple without any hesitation.

On a gloomy night, the temple is like a huge monster entrenched on the peak after the epicenter, and the silver-white electric arc strikes down, reflecting the whole picture of Yutian Temple.

"The temple hasn't changed for so many years!"

Duanmu Xiongtu's face tightened, and complex emotions flashed across his eyes.

As if he had been to Yutian Temple a long time ago, his tightly pursed lips were moistened by the rain, whether it was tears or rain, Duanmu Xiongtu's figure in the rain was very lonely.

He stopped, and after two hours passed, Duanmu Xiongtu stood in front of the temple as a sculpture.

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

In the temple, a graceful and worried voice came out, followed by an immature male voice.

"Sister, the most difficult problem has been solved. We should trust Brother Su Yi and Sister Xiaoman."

"Hahaha, look at Ah Chu, I will comfort my sister now." Duanmu Xiongtu recognized Elder Hong's voice.

"Boom boom"

Behind the three of them, a vigorous figure rushed towards them, and the green light instantly illuminated the gate of Yutian Temple in green.

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

Elder Mo coughed and finally came out of the temple with an extremely gloomy expression on his face.

It seems that what Duanmu Xiaoman said to Elder Mo at the end is extremely important.

Standing in the corner, Duanmu Xiongtu, who had restrained his breath to the extreme, squinted his eyes, and what he said next made Duanmu Xiongtu's heart tremble even more.

Elder Hong nodded his head heavily. Ah Chu and Li Shiran walked in front. Elder Hong held Elder Mo and said softly, "What else did the Palace Master tell you?"

"What did you say?"

"Take it as if I didn't see it, isn't Duanmu Xiongtu the same person back then?" Elder Hong frowned, his voice lowered.

"Who, who? People talk a lot, let's go!

"

Elder Mo snorted, and immediately ignored Elder Hong, pulled Li Shiran and Ah Chu, and said, "You two come back to Tiandanzhai with me, there is a book that should be recorded, help me find it together."

The siblings suddenly turned around, "Oh, master."

In the same place, Elder Hong looked at Elder Mo suspiciously, scratched his head, and said softly: "Isn't it? It should be."

Immediately, in front of the temple, the open space was swaying with rain at night, Duanmu Xiongtu's figure reappeared like a ghost.

"Whizzing!"

Spiritual energy fluttered, and the powerful energy of heaven and earth wrapped the temple. Duanmu Xiongtu moved lightly, and finally heaved a deep sigh, turned and left.

"We've all arrived at Yutian Palace. When we get here, do we just stay here for two hours?"

Between the ethereal world, the cold and lonely voice slowly fell, like a soft tulle caressing the heart.

Suddenly, Duanmu Xiongtu stood there blankly, turned around, and a dark white phantom appeared behind him.

The snowy eyes were cold, and a trace of frost flashed between the brows, like ice sculptures, Duanmu Xiongtu immediately felt that this was Duanmu Xiaoman's phantom clone.

"You..." Duanmu Xiongtu's lips moved slightly.

Duanmu Xiaoman raised her slender hand lightly, and the phantom disappeared, leaving behind a voice, "Come in, I remember you."

"Gudong"

In an instant, Duanmu Xiongtu's heart beat wildly, with a light tap on his feet, he entered the temple like lightning and flint.

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

The celestial figure was vague, like a dream, and Duanmu Xiaoman's graceful figure curled up from the seat, surrounded by ice crystals, giving people a powerful and inviolable sacred aura.

"The Battle of the Holy Mountain, I remembered you when I saw you." Duanmu Xiaoman's voice slipped into Duanmu Xiongtu's heart like clear spring water.

At that time, Su Yi bloodbathed the holy mountain, the scene was grand, but Duanmu Xiongtu was heartbroken, but after Duanmu Xiaoman's arrival, the situation and the development of the situation far exceeded imagination, and Duanmu Xiongtu did not show up again.

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

The corners of Duanmu Xiongtu's mouth twitched slightly, and he gave a wry smile, looking at this face with almost no flaws, his memories flashed back to more than a hundred years ago.

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

Speaking of these, Duanmu Xiaoman seemed to be narrating other people's words, without any emotion.

Duanmu Xiongtu's expression froze, a haze flashed in the depths of Duanmu Xiongtu's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "When I entrusted you siblings to your master, I never went to Yutian Palace again. Two, here I come again."

"..." Duanmu Xiaoman was silent

The rouge was covered with snow, white as if unreal, Duanmu Xiaoman's voice gradually calmed down, and said: "What happened to you and my master back then, why did Qingtian and I become orphans?"

"You never asked your master?" Duanmu Xiongtu asked strangely.

Duanmu Xiaoman shook his head, stared at the other party, pulled his cherry lips lightly, and said: "After you left, the master treats my siblings as if they were his own. How can I bring up those things again and make the master sad?"

"You are quite considerate." Duanmu Xiongtu smiled wryly, and immediately clenched his hands into fists, as if mustering up his courage, he said, "Is your master alright?"

Turning around, Duanmu Xiaoman's beautiful figure trembled instantly, and an imperceptible trembling sound came out.

"Master was gone a long time ago. Before she left, she said she was going to find someone."