Hearing the name of the last person, the corner man was shocked and said, "Ximen City Mansion? No way! ”

"He was seriously injured in the battle of Martial God Mountain more than forty years ago, and he should have died ten years ago, how could he still be able to reappear in the rivers and lakes?"

The storyteller smiled mysteriously and said, "The old master of the Ximen family is scheming, and it is true that he was seriously injured, but he has long been healed!" ”

"I've been pretending to be sick all these years, just to make people take it lightly."

"Actually, not only is he not sick, but his realm has reached a higher level, and he is secretly already at the peak of the Martial Emperor's cultivation!"

"Because of the fact that the Martial God Mausoleum is in the world, the old master of Ximen finally can't bear it anymore."

"He reappeared in the rivers and lakes in a high-profile manner, led the Ximen family to start a war against the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons, and in just three months, he wiped out the defenseless Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons, and snatched the Martial God Order from the Lord of the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons with his own hands!"

The corner man slapped the table and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know the whereabouts of Han Yun and Han Feng?" ”

Mr. Storyteller thought for a moment and said, "You're talking about the Ten Thousand Poison Valley Lord and the Maple Emperor, right?" ”

"It is said that these two swore to protect the valley to the death, and both died in the final battle!"

The man in the corner tried to control his emotions, but his whole body still shook violently.

"I have one last question, please sir!"

"Just now you said that the Nine Martial God Orders are in the world, but you only said the names of eight people, why is that?"

Seeing the faint anger emanating from the man in the corner, the storyteller was a little scared in his heart, and hurriedly replied honestly: "Because there is one person who holds two Martial God Orders in his hand, and that person is Xiao Tianfeng, the Fire Ancestor of the Wuji Palace!" ”

"It is said that Wuji Palace has become the target of public criticism because of this, and now it is being jointly encircled and suppressed by the Netherworld Heller and the Fire Cloud Gate, the situation is precarious, and its destruction is in an instant!"

The storyteller felt that he had said too much that he shouldn't have said today, so he wanted to ask the man's permission to change the subject, but when he looked into the corner again, he found that it was empty, and the previous person had disappeared into thin air, leaving only a piece of sawdust from the tables and chairs that had been shaken into powder.

……

In the Ice and Fire Polar Wuji Palace, Mrs. Wuji, Xiao Tianfeng, and the sect elders were discussing in the hall, and their faces were all at a loss, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Even Xiao Tianfeng, the Fire Emperor who has always been unparalleled in wisdom, frowned and looked sad.

"Cough, cough, cough......"

Suddenly, Mrs. Wuji let out a heavy cough, and the brocade that covered her mouth was accompanied by dark red blood stains.

She was wounded in a confrontation with the enemy yesterday, but fortunately, Xiao Tianfeng came to her rescue in time and saved her life.

"Master, your injuries are too serious, let's go and rest first!" Xiao Tianfeng persuaded worriedly.

Mrs. Wuji waved her hand and said forcefully, "Don't worry, I'm fine!" ”

"Besides, now that the enemy is present, how can this seat ignore the Wuji Palace?"

"Great Elder, what do you say about the current battle situation?"

At the bottom of the main hall, a gray-robed old man sighed and replied in a deep voice: "For a month, the Netherworld Hell and the Fire Cloud Gate have joined forces to attack our Wuji Palace, and the arrogance is fierce and overwhelming! ”

"The thirty-six Ice and Fire Islands that we originally ruled have basically all fallen into the hands of the enemy."

"Only the Wuji Main Island is left, and with the Great Array of Island Protection, it can barely support it for a while!"

"In addition, the casualties of the sect's disciples are not optimistic."

"There are 8,000 disciples in the palace, those who died died, those who fled, and now there are less than 3,000 who are still loyally guarding the main island!"

"If we don't get the help of other sects, I'm afraid we won't be able to last for five days!"

Mrs. Wuji's face was bloodless, and she said unwillingly: "Ten days ago, this seat ordered you to ask for help from a few sects that you have befriended in the past, and there is any news so far?" ”

The Great Elder shook his head and said bitterly, "The letters for help have been delivered to the various factions, but most of them have been lost. ”

"Even if some sects reply to the letter, they are all under the pretext of various reasons, and none of them are willing to send people to help!"

After listening to the Great Elder's report, the faces of everyone in the hall became more and more gloomy, and they couldn't help but look at Xiao Tianfeng, who was sitting next to Mrs. Wuji, hoping that she would be able to come up with some strategy to break the enemy.

Xiao Tianfeng felt dozens of eyes focused on him, and Zhuge Nuzhong, who had always been calm and unhurried, was also a little helpless.

After a long time, she spoke and stopped: "I do have a strategy to break the enemy, but I need at least one high-level martial emperor to cooperate with me to succeed." But the palace is now ......"

Halfway through her words, she glanced into the hall.

Originally, there were seventeen martial emperors in the high-end forces of the sect, but in a month of fierce battles, more than half of them had been killed or wounded, and their combat strength was greatly damaged.

Now there are only two high-level Martial Emperors in the palace, she and Mrs. Wuji are left, and they are only the eighth order of the Martial Emperor, and her own cultivation has not fully recovered to the peak of the Martial Emperor.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice.

Even if Xiao Tianfeng is resourceful, he can't turn the tide in the face of the disparity in strength.

The hall fell silent again.

……

Suddenly, a petite female disciple ran up to the main hall out of breath and reported: "Palace Master, Fire Ancestor!" A female cultivator came from outside the island, saying that she was here to reinforce us! ”。

Xiao Tianfeng frowned and said, "Who else will help us at this time?" Fluttershy, go and invite her into the temple first! ”

Half an hour later, a woman wearing a long black gauze dress entered the main hall, looked straight at Xiao Tianfeng, and said solemnly: "Luo Xue, I heard that Wuji Palace is in trouble, I came to help!" ”

Mrs. Wuji didn't know this woman, and looked at Xiao Tianfeng suspiciously.

Xiao Tianfeng recognized the person at a glance, but when he heard the other party call his previous name, he suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.

"Master, she is Han Bing'er, my former friend!"

Xiao Tianfeng introduced to Mrs. Wuji and said to Han Bing'er:

"Thank you for being able to deliver charcoal in the snow when Wuji Palace was in danger. But I'm no longer Xiao Luoxue, you should know that. ”

Hearing Xiao Tianfeng's bland words, Han Bing'er had already been mentally prepared, she had heard about what happened to Xiao Luoxue before, and although she hesitated for a long time, she finally decided to come.

"I know that Xiao Luoxue is the rebirth of the Fire Emperor when she attained Nirvana, but in my heart, Luo Xue will always be my good sister, and this will not change in the slightest because she becomes another person!"

Xiao Tianfeng was puzzled: "Why? ”

Han Bing'er smiled slightly: "Because she is a part of you, and why are you not a part of her?" In fact, she is you, you are her! ”

When Xiao Tianfeng heard this, he was silent for a long time, thoughtful.

In fact, Xiao Tianfeng is also contradictory in his heart.

After recovering all his memories, Xiao Tianfeng warned himself not to be affected by Xiao Luoxue's experience and memories, and tried to forget certain people and certain things.

But over the years, those people and things have always lingered, but often come back to mind.

Occasionally, when she was alone, she couldn't help but laugh out loud at the thought of something, and she couldn't help but burst into a heartbeat at the thought of someone, all of which she couldn't control.

She felt that when she was Xiao Luoxue, she was much happier than when she was Xiao Tianfeng.

Han Bing'er's words were not wrong at all, she kept saying that she didn't admit that it was Xiao Luoxue, but she was no longer the pure Xiao Tianfeng she used to be!

Finally, Xiao Tianfeng sighed and said movingly: "Bing'er, thank you for coming to help at this time!" ”

"Although I am now back to my original deity, I still want you as a good sister!"

When Han Bing'er heard this, a bright smile appeared on her face.

But even Han Bing'er's arrival did not solve the current dilemma.

Although her cultivation is not weak, she is only the second order of the Martial Emperor, and she cannot control the outcome of the battle.

So, Xiao Tianfeng ordered someone to show Han Bing'er a seat, and continued to discuss with everyone how to break the enemy.

Then, a whole hour later, although some people put forward some suggestions, they were all based on the premise that there were enough forces to deploy, so it was tantamount to nothing.

During this period, an elder whispered that he would hand over the Martial God Order to the other party, and then sign the subordination relationship of Wuji Palace to the Netherworld Ghost Prison, maybe he could temporarily relieve the current crisis.

However, Xiao Tianfeng pointed out sharply that the problem now is not simply the Martial God Order, which is just an excuse for the Netherworld Hell and Huoyunmen to join forces.

All along, the Netherworld Hellerns have been eyeing the Infinity Palace.

Especially when there was a pair of ice and fire emperors, they couldn't raise their heads, and they still had a deep hatred of blood between them.

In recent years, the Ice Emperor has fallen, the Fire Emperor has attained, and the Middle Dao of the Wuji Palace has declined, while the Netherworld Ghost Prison has regained its strength and flourished under the leadership of the new Ghost Emperor.

Therefore, regardless of whether there is a martial god order or not, in this troubled world, the Netherworld Ghost Prison will definitely seize the opportunity to seek revenge from Wuji Palace.

As for Huoyunmen, he has been the second in the Ice and Fire Polar Region for a thousand years, why don't you want to replace Wuji Palace?

Huo Yunzi only had an eighth-order Martial Emperor cultivation, and even if he offered the Martial God Order with both hands, it would be impossible for him to keep it.

Therefore, their goal is not the Martial God Order at all, but to take advantage of the east wind of the Netherworld Hell, and destroy the Wuji Palace in one go!

Most people knew that what Xiao Tianfeng said was right, and he was determined to live and die with the sect.

However, there are still a few people who have the idea of luck and secretly consider whether to surrender at the right time.

Xiao Tianfeng noticed that people's hearts began to slacken, and if it continued like this, Wuji Palace would be self-defeating.

At this moment, the female disciple named Fluttershy hurried over again and shouted, "Palace Master, Fire Ancestor!" There was a group of people from outside the island, and they didn't look weak in cultivation, saying that they were here to help! ”

As if grasping at the last straw, Mrs. Wuji said urgently: "Please come in!" ”

It didn't take long for a total of thirteen people to come to the main hall, including men and women, all of whom were strong martial emperors.

The leader of the team was a man in a navy blue robe, with a delicate and steady face, and a touch of perseverance between his eyebrows.

Seeing the man who took the lead, everyone in the hall had a different look on their faces, not only recognizing the identity of this person, but also remembering something from the past.