The sound of phoenixes fell, and above the small burial sky and cold land, a striking rainbow-like divine bird pattern appeared in the center of the trunk of the snow tree. The ripples flowed, and the blue ice crystals were exactly the same as Duanmu Xiaoman's body.

The eyes flashed, and the Lord of Gu Yue suddenly became energetic. The vortex under his feet wrinkled, and he used soul energy to drive away the chill in his bloodline and stepped in with one foot.

"whisper!"

Another sound of phoenix songs soaring into the sky, the snow trees turned into blue, and the fine ice crystals wrapped around the divine bird pattern. The portal was closed, and Gu Yue also disappeared among the snow trees.

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

The battle between the Long family is imminent.

The Fu Yao Sect and the Chaos Domain were constantly practicing, and the princes and elders such as Long Poshan were constantly consolidating the Zhongzhen Formation day and night.

No one knew when the Long family would come, but Duanmu Xiaoman's exit from seclusion gave everyone in Yutian Palace a reassurance.

Therefore, when Duanmu Xiongtu is so busy, why does it seem particularly strange to come to Yutian Palace?

At night, the sky and the earth are dark.

The peak behind the middle earthquake was ups and downs, and the black and ink mountain lines continued to rise and fall. A golden light broke through the night and rushed directly to the Temple of Yutian.

The night rain was drizzling, and the dim sky was covered with misty space. Duanmu Xiongtu's figure appeared in front of the temple without any stagnation.

On the dark night, the temple was like a huge monster entrenched on the Zhongzhenhou Peak, and the silver-white arc hit it, reflecting the entire picture of the Temple of Heaven.

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

Duanmu Xiongtu's face tightened, and a trace of complex emotions flashed through his eyes.

It seemed as if he had been to the Heavenly Temple a long time ago, and his tightly pursed lips were moistened by the rain. I don’t know if it was tears or rain, Duanmu Xiongtu’s figure in the rain was very lonely.

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

"Hey, I've been refined now, but even Princess Duanmu..."

In the temple, a graceful and worried voice came out, and then a young male voice came out.

"Sister, the most difficult things have been solved. We should believe in Brother Su Yi and Sister Xiaoman."

"Hahaha, look at Achu, I will comfort my sister now." Duanmu Xiongtu heard that it was Elder Hong's voice.

"Dongdong"

Behind the three of them, the figures of the wind soared, and the green light instantly shone green in the door of the Heavenly Temple.

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

Elder Mo coughed and finally came out of the temple, his face turned extremely gloomy.

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

Duanmu Xiongtu, who was in the corner and converged his breath to the extreme, narrowed his eyes, and what he said below made Duanmu Xiongtu tremble even more.

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

"What did you say?"

"You think I didn't see it. Isn't Duanmu Xiongtu the person back then?" Elder Hong frowned and his voice fell.

"Who, who? People are talking too much, let's go!

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Elder Mo spat, then ignored Elder Hong, pulled Li Shiran and Achu, and said, "You two go back to Tiandanzhai with me. There is a book that should be recorded. Please help me find it together."

The brother and brother suddenly turned around and said, "Oh, master."

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

Immediately, in front of the temple, the open space was swaying at night, and Duanmu Xiongtu's figure appeared again like a ghost.

"Swish!"

The spiritual energy fluttered, and the powerful energy of heaven and earth wrapped the temple. Duanmu Xiongtu moved his footsteps gently, and finally sighed deeply and turned away.

"I have arrived at Yutian Palace. When I got here, I just stayed here for two hours?"

Between the ethereal world, the cold and lonely sound slowly fell, like a gentle gauze caressing in the heart.

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

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

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

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

"Gudong"

In an instant, Duanmu Xiongtu's heart beat wildly, and he lit up his feet and entered the temple like lightning.

In the vast and cold hall, Duanmu Xiongtu once again saw the figure of Bulan Qingchen.

The fairy shadow is as faint as a dream, Duanmu Xiaoman's graceful figure comes from the seat, surrounded by ice crystals, giving people a powerful and sacred aura that cannot be desecrated.

"A battle in the Holy Mountain, I remember it when I see you." Duanmu Xiaoman's voice slid into Duanmu Xiongtu's heart like a clear spring water.

At that time, Su Yi was slaughtering the Holy Mountain, and the scene was grand, but Duanmu Xiongtu was heartbroken. However, after Duanmu Xiaoman arrived, the situation and developments far exceeded imagination, and Duanmu Xiongtu did not make any progress.

"You really remember me? You were so young at that time."

Duanmu Xiongtu's lips moved lightly, smiled bitterly, and looked at this face that had almost no shortcomings, and recalled memories all of a hundred years ago.

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

As he said this, Duanmu Xiaoman was as if he was narrating someone else's words, without any emotion.

With his expression fluttered, a trace of haze flashed deep in Duanmu Xiongtu's pupils, and he whispered: "I never went to the Heavenly Palace when I handed you siblings over to your master. I didn't expect that many years later, I came again because of you two."

"..." Duanmu Xiaoman was silent

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

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

Duanmu Xiaoman shook his head, stared at each other, tugged his cherry lips and said, "After you leave, the master treats me and my brother as his own. How can I mention those things again and make the master sad?"

"You are understanding." Duanmu Xiongtu smiled bitterly, then clenched his hands tightly into fists, as if he mustered up the courage and said, "How are your master?"

Turning around, Duanmu Xiaoman's beautiful figure trembled instantly, and a slight trembling sound came out.
Chapter completed!