The night breeze is cool, the fog is getting thicker, it is the middle of the night, at least three hours before the dawn, and the Beiming Peak Market is becoming more and more lively.

Youfeng and Nangong Yehua walked in the crowd bazaar, walked around and took a look, and found that almost all the major clans of the Heavenly Clan had people coming, such as the God Realm, the Demon Realm, the Underworld, the Demon Realm, the Immortal Realm, and other major races, busily shuttling, among which most of them were from the Divine Realm.

It seems that these people from the heavenly realm are no different from ordinary people except for the unusual aura around them, they are all humanoids, dressed or fairy-like, or chic and elegant, or very capable, but there is no sense of intimidation, but in a casual eye action, it will give people a great spiritual shock.

This is not at all the feeling that the powerhouses of the Upper Three Realms can give people!

Youfeng thought, the Celestial Clan is really an existence standing at the top of the pyramid, and the errand boy who came to buy from the Nether is also so extraordinary.

She thought, even the cultivators of the Upper Three Realms who were powerful or extremely powerful in cultivation probably didn't have the extraordinary aura of their bodies—they could tell at a glance whether it was the difference between the identities of gods and humans.

Time flies, the cold on the top of the mountain gets heavier, and the night gets deeper and deeper.

This small Beiming Mountain Market has almost been shopped, and the moment the scattered and curious minds gathered, Youfeng noticed that the breath that came from nowhere seemed to follow them all the way.

I thought it was the two Protoss people in the An family in the Tianji Xiaozhu, but I didn't want to deal with it, because tomorrow should be the final battle of the perpetual calendar, and she should also go down the mountain to prepare.

However, just as the wind pulled Nangong Yehua down the mountain, that aura actually took the initiative to appear in front of the two.

It's the people of the underworld I've seen in the woods before! As soon as it appeared, the breath of the spirit, which was different from the immortal aura of the Protoss, instantly made the wind recognize the person.

Just as she was about to speak, Youfeng felt Nangong Yehua holding her hand tightly, as if she was nervous and seemed to be repulsed.

What's wrong? Before waiting for the wind to happen, the shadow that looked very tall suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of the two of them, and his head was bowed respectfully, looking submissive.

After Youfeng heard him shout a few words, Nangong Yehua held her hand even harder, and she was about to pinch her hand off, and her heart suddenly jumped, and a bad premonition hit her heart.

A Celestial Underworld person knelt down to a cultivator in the mortal world, what did it mean, Yu Feng thought of it almost instantly, and his eyes gradually became filled with sadness, did he have a responsibility like her that he couldn't shirk and couldn't avoid?

Feeling the extreme reluctance and deep sadness conveyed by Nangong Yehua, Youfeng waved his hand to let the Stygian hide away, withdrew his painful hand and held his cold and trembling big hand, stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "Our lifespan is very long, tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer, to the point where we will feel bored." ”

"The curtain..."

The wind pressed his lips, "Let me say." ”

Kissing the fingers on her lips lightly, and holding her hand on her chest again, Nangong Yehua nodded.

"I just asked you, 'If I wasn't me, would you recognize me?' you guessed, right? Even if you don't walk away first, I'll go first. To me, you are as important and important as they are, and I love the most people! ”

"Twenty years, twenty years, is it good? We agreed to stay together in twenty years. If we are still in love like this, and we are still together, I will give birth to a baby for you, our baby, okay, my antique husband? ”

He doesn't even want to be stubborn about having children, should he make such a promise? But twenty years, he's going to lose her for twenty years!

I thought that when Tianzun was gone, he would be with her forever. But the world is impermanent, and the way of heaven can't let him and her go, and the six realms and all things have to choose one between her, and they will be separated for twenty years, I'm afraid it's the bare minimum, right?

Nangong Yehua said sullenly, "Three years, it only takes three years for me to temporarily stabilize the Six Realms, and I only need to go back regularly to maintain it in the future." Curtain, can you wait for me? Wait for me to come back? ”

But the last point is that as a member of the Nangong family, it is also to test Wang Izumo, and even more so that he can spend more time with his precious daughter-in-law, there are many calculations in Beiming Mountain, whether it is a person from the god clan or a general, it is in his calculations. These calculations take three years, and it only takes three years to come back!

The sky is bright, the cold air on Beiming Mountain is heavier, and the fog that is so thick that it cannot be dissolved will envelop the entire mountain, and the annual god and man transaction has come to an end.

Youfeng didn't expect that Tianji Xiaozhu's first guest today was her old acquaintance.

"Obasan?" Ghost Wind was surprised.

"You're here?" Xiu Huang was equally surprised.

Relying on Nangong Yehua's relationship to be in the Tianji Xiaozhu, Youfeng and Xiuhuang, who had a low status in front of the Celestial Clan, had no time to talk nonsense, Xiuhuang appeared for a while, and the only Heavenly Clan attendant in this Xiaozhu called her away with an indifferent voice.

It's only been a long time, and Xiuhuang is already a quasi-immortal who is close to ascending! Unable to hear what was being said next door, Youfeng got bored, searched from the space world, took out a few pieces of blank paper and charcoal, and wrote a letter under the noses of the two envoys of the previous Divine Realm.

has been writing for a long time, and Youfeng has not finished writing, but Nangong Yehua came back first.

Seeing that Youfeng wrote a font that he didn't recognize at all, he sighed, sat next to her and hugged the person and looked at it for a while before speaking, "The text of that world? ”

"Hmm." Windway.

"Can't let me understand?" Nangong Yehua frowned.

"It's just a letter from home, it's really nothing, I just don't want anyone else to know." The wind lowered his eyes and looked at the French letters in his pen, his eyes pantothenic.

Three years? As it stands, I can't wait three years! If she couldn't survive this catastrophe and was annihilated, with these letters, her parents and him in the heavenly realm would not be so sad.

The sky has been brightened, and the perpetual calendar will be full of people, all speculating on the final winning family.

"Why hasn't the little girl come back, it's too late!" Zhou Yutong paced back and forth, staring at the entrance.

"Send someone to find it again!"

Early in the morning, seeing Zhou Naughty Tong coming to urge, Wang Izuyun and Wei Ye were not anxious at all, and the two slowly sat down in the seat of the shogunate, facing everyone's scrutiny, always looking indifferent and calm.

On the other hand, there are the remaining five people who have gone through several rounds of eliminations sitting on the seat of the Nangong family, and compared with the two families, it suddenly seems that the shogunate is thin and weak.

After seeing the absolute combat effectiveness of the shogunate three days ago, the originally one-sided public opinion suddenly returned to the grand event.

"Why hasn't the little patriarch of the shogunate family come yet? Could it be that day was actually a hard support, after all, he couldn't cultivate in the realm of returning to the ruins to the three masters of the return to the ruins. ”

"Maybe it's been..." The speaker motioned to the head of the Nangong family who was sitting firmly on the stage, and the deep meaning in his words should not be too obvious.

No matter how the audience guessed, the big gong for the opening of the perpetual calendar still rang on time, and in the end, the little patriarch of the shogunate still did not appear.

In the final round of the competition, the wheel battle is the last person, and the winner is the king.

"Be careful!" If you dare to take the wind away at this moment, you must be sure of it and you can't take it lightly.

Wei Ye nodded, his expression became more and more light, but the battle intent in his eyes gradually became prominent.