Duanmu Xiaoman's moon robe is elegant, her eyes are as fog, and she is as bright as the Milky Way. She is a little sad and dazed at the ground veins.

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

On that day, Su Yi was in front of him, and the scene of using the unparalleled dragon flash was still vivid in his mind, his bright red lips trembling.

"Will you disappear for decades this time?" Duanmu Xiaoman's eyes rippled in water, like the deep sea rolling up waves.

As soon as he said that, his nose felt sore. Duanmu Xiaoman finally couldn't help but squat on the ground, with his hands wrapped between his knees, and his delicate body trembled.

Big and clear tears fell on the earth's veins, and the energy of heaven and earth fluctuated continuously.

Duanmu Xiaoman knew that she had been with her for too long. Even if Su Yi disappeared in front of her with his own eyes, she was telling herself: "It's okay, he will come back!"

But sometimes, silent crying hurts the most.

Sometimes, the most hurtful lie is deceiving oneself.

Duanmu Xiaoman himself had forgotten how long it took to cry so devastatedly.

From the time when he broke into the Heavenly Palace, to helping himself hold his breath and control the Heavenly Palace chaos, and then fighting against the blood-colored demon dragon with him at the bottom of the Broken Sword Sea.

Those scenes, uncontrollably, took turns to play, tearing Duanmu Xiaoman's head apart.

"Why! Why! You have to fight like this? I should have taken care of it, and you don't need to help me!"

Duanmu Xiaoman lay between her knees, her moon robe was wet, and the water was mist and scarlet blood slowly dripped from her white teeth and red lips.

He raised his head again, and a cold and cold desire to die appeared in Duanmu Xiaoman's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled gently and murmured quietly.

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

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The holy mountain is lush with vegetation and fairy clouds everywhere.

The spirit bird spreads its wings and hovers among the mountains and rivers. The clouds are simmering, and the milky white gauze separates the mountains and ridges. The heaven and earth are shrouded with the breath of energy filled with golden light.

The mountains are lush and under the slightly white and yellow sky, the mountains are as bright as gold, solemn and solemn. On the majestic and peculiar rock walls, they are dyed colorful by the golden glow, and they appear extremely magnificent among them.

The river flows, and the black iron-like peaks reflected on the lake, like a drunk old man, I don’t know how many years have I slept.

Jiusheng Peak, in Jiusheng Pavilion.

The goose yellow curtains hung upside down, and a trace of golden yellow was sprinkled on the slightly opened window lattice. Since Liu Ruoxi returned to the Holy Mountain, she did not leave the gate and did not step on the two gates, so she put her in the door.

Nearly a month has passed slowly, and Liu Ruoxi is waiting for news from the foot of the mountain every day.

"Jiji!"

The spirit bird stopped at the edge of the bed and quickly spread its wings and flew. Liu Ruoxi held her cheeks with her hands, staring at the vast and quiet world, lost and lonely.

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

The jade-like fingers were tightly slapped on the windowsill, and a vicissitudes of life came from behind.

"Miss, the holy mountain is now full of mess, so you can't be swearing and lock it in the house!"

Liu Ruoxi's eyelashes moved slightly, and she looked in a state of distraction, and she said sadly: "Bo Guan, I... can't raise my interest in anything."

Naturally, I knew in my heart that after returning from Tianfeng’s ranking battle, Xuehonglou and Yuchi Changfeng were both seriously injured. After recuperation, the battle between the Holy Emperor was put on the agenda again.

The two factions above and below the Holy Mountain are in the same power as water and fire. If your next saint can have some inclination, then the candidate for the Holy Emperor will basically stop.

The old man called Guan Bo was the one who came to rescue the danger of Mancheng that day. His hunched figure was outside the door and sighed deeply.

"In more than twenty days, the Holy Lord has already passed on you three times, and I'm here again today! You must see you!"

Hearing the name of the Holy Lord, Liu Ruoxi subconsciously trembled, bit her red lips tightly, and whispered.

"Brother Guan, please help me with it."

"Why!"

A knock on the door flashed outside the door, and the footsteps gradually faded away, leaving only a silent sigh.

"So what can he do when he comes?"

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

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The Divine Sword Gate has a steep peak, like several Divine Swords rushing through the sky and shattering the void.

Between a steep mountain ridge, a blue lake reflects the sky, reflecting a pair of green water eyes.

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

A graceful and gentle voice came slowly from behind, and suddenly a luxurious lady with delicate figures, dressed in elegant palace robe and black hair tied into a stream of clouds.

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

"Yao'er, don't you know that Master Su Xin and I are worried about you? Your life is not just yours!"

Mu Yao's face was haggard, and her mind was unsure for more than ten days, making her look pale. She raised her fingers lightly and stroked the Nine Nether Snake.

At this time, the Nine Nether Snake was extremely huge, with her eyes like ghost fire, which was breathtaking, and her huge demonic power made people dare not get close to her.

"But my heart is very uncomfortable, up and down!" Mu Yao sighed in a low voice, her eyes as water, and she was calm.

The master, known as Su Xin, glanced at Su Kuangge, pulled Su Kuangge aside, and whispered.

"Have you not reply to the news yet?"

Su Kuangge was also quite irritable. His dry mouth suddenly pulled and shouted, "If there is news, are you still waiting here!"

It seemed that he had become accustomed to Su Kuangge's temper, Su Xin shook her head and walked towards Mu Yao.

"Yao'er, you are carrying the blood of the Golden Phang, and you shouldn't be sinking day by day. Even if Su Yi doesn't come, you have something important to you. At least for the sake of the Divine Sword Sect and Su Yi's Overlord Sect, you must work hard."

Su Kuangge's aura burst out, and a light flashed in his eyes, his evil aura was captivating, and he said ruthlessly: "Yi'er will come back! There is nothing to come or not!"

Mu Yao frowned, looked up at the lake, and Su Yi, who also said to him in front of Baiying Palace, was still hovering in his ears.

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

"Then I'm relieved. It's been nearly a month since I came back to the Divine Sword Sect. I'm still worried. I'll go to the Fu Yao Sect and the Chaos Domain to take a look!"

Before he finished speaking, Su Kuangge's sword energy crisscrossed and cut through the heaven and earth, and drew a long trace of sword energy in the air.

At this time, Su Yi, who was far away in the sky, still knew that he had only had more than ten days passed in the space-time mezzanine of the Sanwu Realm, and nearly a month had passed in the Tianman Continent.

In every corner of Tianman Continent, since the Tianfeng ranking battle, Su Yi's name has long been spread throughout the six continents, three prefectures and one sea.

The five major families, the Holy Mountains, the Chaotic Domain, and all sects sent disciples and spies to find Su Yi's whereabouts.
Chapter completed!