"Damn, when don't you come at this time", the lame man lowered his head and muttered quietly, the dagger in his hand stopped less than a foot away from Wen Yu, and he couldn't bear the pressure of divine power and fell to the ground.

The two little gods who pressed Wen Yu's arm also bowed down towards Bihuang Mountain in unison, bowing their heads reverently.

Strength is king in this world.

Wen Yu trembled and knelt on the ground, the stinging pain in his eyes and the excessive blood loss made him a little dizzy.

The warm pastry in his arms warmed his heart and lungs, giving him a trace of warmth, but it made him feel more and more uncomfortable.

It's late...... Can't make it...... Pegasus had already galloped to the rooftop of Bihuang Mountain, and he could only kneel here, unable to do anything.

Suddenly, Wen Yu felt that his body was gradually getting hot, and in the place where he couldn't see, a little red in the center of his eyebrows was emitting a blue light.

Emperor Bihuang's voice seemed to be in the sky, buzzing in Wen Yu's ears and not being able to hear clearly.

A blue phoenix reborn from the fire flew and circled in his mind, and the transparent green eyes seemed to be calling for something, and the phoenix was sharp and piercing, so that Wen Yu couldn't help but cover his ears with his hands.

With such a sharp phoenix roar, why didn't the surrounding gods react at all...... The face of each god was pious and peaceful, listening carefully to the words of the emperor.

The voice...... Only I can hear it......

Don't......

Suddenly, the sky was all dark, and all the divine light of the Nine Heavens was extinguished at this moment, leaving only the rooftop of Bihuang Mountain exuding a strong golden light in the dark night.

In this golden light, a pale blue figure is very obvious. The woman who can stand beside the Bihuang Emperor on the rooftop, besides the concubine Bai Qin, who else can be?

Concubine Jun, who had just given birth to her little daughter, looked a little haggard, she was holding a small swaddling baby in her arms, and she exuded the brilliance of motherhood.

The incomparably noble temperament instantly overwhelmed the goddesses who coveted the Bihuang Emperor. Bai Qin grew up in Kunlun Mountain, Xianshan, surrounded by four terrifying mountains and seas, protected by divine beasts, and few people could see her true face. After marrying Emperor Bihuang, he was pampered by his husband in the palm of his hand, and no one knew Bai Qin's appearance. Many goddesses were upset in private for the handsome Bihuang Emperor, Bai Qin must be a very ugly-looking Bai Ze divine beast, so he didn't dare to go out to meet people, and he delayed such an excellent candidate for the Bihuang Emperor in vain.

But I don't want to be such a great beauty who is out of the world, seeing her bow to the gods without changing her face, her phoenix eyes are slightly dignified, her temperament is natural, and the immortals unconsciously show admiration.

The eyes as light as autumn water are lazily open, but they reveal aura, a long hair as soft as seaweed is scattered, and a few naughty green silk hangs down on the side of the ear, which is more and more moving. A fluttering white dress with light blue streamers shows her beauty even more. The feather shoes on the jade feet are dotted with a few light blue peonies, and there are a few silver willows pinned to the black hair, showing her temperament, the cherry lips are slightly upturned, and the slender jade hands are as white as snow. Standing with Emperor Bihuang, no one is saying a word about the appearance of a talented woman in his heart.

Among the female gods, except for the queen of heaven, there is no one who can compare with such a look and heart!

Emperor Bihuang took his daughter from his wife's arms, pinned a strand of flowing hair gently and delicately behind his ears for his wife, smiled at the beautiful lady, and walked to the center of the highest rooftop of Bihuang Mountain with a small swaddling clothes.

Emperor Bihuang bent down and gently placed his daughter in the cradle burning with the red lotus karmic fire, the flame was gorgeous golden yellow, and it was the most powerful and destructive karmic fire, and there was no one. The Bihuang Emperor's move stunned the gods.

Little Phoenix Feather giggled at her father with her big blue eyes, and two cute little dimples swirled evenly on her fleshy face. As soon as the red lotus karmic fire that was raging and blooming just now touched the little emperor, she turned out to be like a gentle kitten. The golden flame gently caressed the cheek of the little emperor. Huang Yu stretched out his little paws and laughed with the flames, and with a little finger, a wisp of flames rushed onto the clothes of the Bihuang Emperor.

"Naughty", Emperor Bihuang put away a little flame with his fingers, put it back in the cradle, and smiled at his daughter gently, his handsome phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, which amazed many goddesses around.

"Wow wow", Huang Yu replied to his father. Although Emperor Bihuang didn't understand, he still nodded happily.

The goddesses looked at the Bihuang Emperor with admiration, and looked at their husbands with disgust, and sighed with hatred.

Good husbands and fathers are all from other people's families......

The male gods lie down with guns......

The patriarch of the Crane Clan looked at the little emperor in the cradle from a distance under the divine steps closest to the Bihuang Emperor, and smiled with satisfaction. He is the patron saint of the Bihuang Emperor, and the eldest son Wen Bai is the patron saint of His Royal Highness, so the patron saint of the little emperor is likely to be the youngest son Wen Song. The Wen family of their god clan can have the support of the Bihuang Emperor and the Little Emperor, and in the future, the whole family will be above 10,000 people under one person. Wen Wen turned his head to look at his wife and his youngest son, who was most like him, and his heart became more and more proud.

The dressed patriarch's wife took Wen Song to stand at the head of the crane clan, proudly raising her valuable head. Wen Song wore a white Shenyun costume today, and the collar was a touch of vermilion that symbolized the noble red-crowned crane to add a touch of agility to the white clothes, which was the most formal costume of the crane clan. The position of the patron saint of the little emperor, Wen Song is bound to win.

The bright full moon had risen to mid-air, and the red lotus karmic fire was becoming more and more vigorous, as if it was about to burn everything that could be burned, and the gods standing around could not resist the blazing feeling of the karmic fire, and formed a thin layer of ice in front of them. Although the karmic fire was burning with teeth and claws, it was only confined to one week of the phoenix feather, as if it was controlled by some force, it could not break through that barrier, and could only surround the emperor.

Usually, when the Bihuang Protoss uses the red lotus karmic fire to summon the guardian spirit, they will use flames with relatively low divine power, such as blue and cyan, and will also form a layer of enchantment around the little Bihuang's body to prevent the little Bihuang from being burned if he can't control the karmic fire. Now the Bihuang Emperor does not have any protective measures, and directly puts the little emperor in the red lotus karma, which shows how confident the Bihuang Emperor is in his daughter, and how confident he is in the bloodline of the Bihuang family.

The little emperor also lived up to his father's expectations, and easily manipulated the golden red lotus karmic fire, the fleshy little hand easily extinguished a bunch of flames, opened his hand, and the flame flourished again, and the giggling laughter came from the cradle, and the little emperor had a lot of fun.

The Bihuang Emperor drew out a wisp of turquoise divine power from the center of the phoenix feather eyebrows and condensed it on the white jade fingertips, took two steps back, and waved the divine power towards the bright full moon, and the shining divine power floated unhurriedly to the source of the moonlight in the dark night, and when the divine power touched the full moon, it was the time when the guardian god came.

"The patron saint of my daughter, please come to me"

Emperor Bihuang clasped his hands together and reverently welcomed the arrival of the patron saint for his daughter.

Wen Song looked at the divine power nervously, and couldn't help but step forward.

The time for the divine power to merge with the sun is short-lived, but it is long in the hearts of some gods. Finally, the light of divine power was fully absorbed by the full moon.

At this moment, Wen Song couldn't control his steps and walked to the rooftop.

"Wen Song, come back!" , The Crane Clan lady felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly shouted urgently in the back.

But at this time, Wen Song could no longer hear his mother's shouts, he wanted to go to the highest position, stand beside the little emperor, and enjoy the supreme glory of the real one person under ten thousand people, the status of the little emperor is higher than that of any emperor, so as the patron saint of the little emperor, he will have a higher status than other gods! At this moment, he has waited for 70,000 years, he has thought about it thousands of times, and today it is finally going to come true!

Wen Wen heard the voice of his wife, turned his head to look, only to find that his son had already come. The Patronus Saint appeared, how could he use "go"?! The crane clan will change back to its original appearance as a divine beast and come to the Bihuang clan with the most primitive and pious demeanor, that is to say, the little emperor guardian saint will only fly to the roof in the form of a crane, instead of leaving!

It's ridiculous!

"Wen Song, go back!" , Wen Wen frowned and scolded.

Hearing his father's scolding, Wen Song suddenly came to his senses, and he looked at his hands, which were still those hands, not the white wings of the crane. His feet, also those of cloud boots, do not have elongated, powerful toes.

How so...... Why not me!

A crane guard brought Wen Song back to his wife, and used his huge wings to block the embarrassing scene just now, fortunately, all the gods were watching the strange scene of divine power and moonlight, and a few gods noticed the strange appearance here.

"Mother, not me?"

Wen Song looked at his hands blankly and cried bitterly to his mother.

"Why not me!"

"Shut up!" , Mrs. sternly covered Wen Song's mouth, hating that iron is not steel, and took him to the back. "Why are you so breathless?! You've lost all the faces of the Crane Clan! Stay here and don't come out and embarrass me."

After that, the Crane Clan's lady put the jewelry on her head and raised her proud head again, standing at the head of the Crane Clan.

Wen Song is not the patron saint of Little Emperor Ji, she wants to see which one is!

A long and powerful crane chirp came from a distance, and a beautiful crane broke through the heavens with its head held high, and ran to the rooftop from the night. The snow-white head is crowned with a bright red crown, like a white gold crown with a dazzling ruby. Black and white, iron-blooded. There is no superfluity, no pretentiousness, innocence is presented in the breeze. It has a unique voice, arrogant and sharp, like jade. The vigor of the tiger's roar lacks elegance, and elegance does not have the arrogance of the crane. The elegant orchid sets off the humble bamboo, the bamboo that is not bent is the plum that is proud of the snow and frost, and the plum that reports spring first affects the iron bones and the handsome crane.

In just a moment, the crane had already flown from the first heaven to the third heaven, spreading its beautiful wings and dancing in front of the phoenix feathers, performing the ritual of the guardian god. The slender wings are so otherworldly, the white is a snow-like rice paper, the black is the calligraphy of thick ink, and the red of the crane top is cinnabar, which is the red seal. The dance of the crane, like the rhyme of ink and wash on rice paper, the red seal sits on the painting, and its flight is the sublimation of poetry and painting, soaring towards the sky with the heart of every god.