Marquis of Grand Xia

? Xianyu, a hundred years after the return of Zhiming from the Eightfold Heaven, did not go out to fight, but chose to stay in Xianyu and concentrate on taking care of ghosts.

Xianzun had a heir, and the news spread as fast as wings. It didn't take long for the whole fairyland to know about it.

Luo Xingchen and others heard this, and their jaws fell off.

Knowing that the wood has children?

Within a few months, Luo Xingchen and others rushed out of the immortal mountain veins from all sides of the fairy land, and rushed to the oriental fairy palace.

In the vast immortal palace, Luo Xingchen looked at the toddler ghost in the hall, his face full of interest.

"Guigui, come to uncle."

Luo Xingchen opened his arms and smiled.

Gui Gui heard someone shouting at him, looking at the adult in front of him with big eyes, and then looking back at his father, as if waiting for his consent.

"Go."

Ning Chen's face showed a gentle smile, said.

Seeing his father's consent, Guigu grinned and walked tremblingly forward.

Watching Gui Gui come, Luo Xingchen reached out and hugged the little guy in front of him, laughing, "It's really a smart little guy."

After that, Luo Xingchen took a small jade from his arms and stuffed it into the pocket on the chest of the ghost, and said with love, "The uncle gave you a gift, whoever wants to bully you, take this thing and throw him, promise to give him Shot into a horse honeycomb. "

Not far away, Ning Chen noticed the amazing power in the jade jade, and there was already a divine presence in the vagueness.

It seems that his long distance from the Holy Land is not far away.

They have traveled with them all the way to the present day and have experienced countless battles. Now, they have successively cultivated the martial arts to the pinnacle of martial arts.

"boom!"

At this moment, the gate of the Immortal Hall was shaken open, and a strong and messy breath spread.

In the hall, the falling stars and Ning Chen felt, and looked at the front of the hall.

But in front of the temple, a figure dressed in white cloak strode forward, a powerful force concussion, Shengwei appeared.

Hearing the news that Zhiming had a heir, Mu Qianshu insisted on coming out of the critical moment of impacting the holy realm, and came to the Immortal Palace as soon as possible.

Due to the instability of the realm, Mu Qianxi was suddenly raised and lowered, and his breath was very messy. The tables and chairs in the hall shook.

Luo Xingchen looked at Mu Qianxi who was coming, without a good air, "You must be careful, don't hurt my nephew."

"Let me see."

Mu Qianlu ignored it and said.

Luo Xingchen took out the ghost in his arms and said softly, "Ghost, this is also an uncle."

Guigui's beautiful big eyes looked at her curiously, not afraid, her small face showed a happy smile, and stretched out her small hand to ask for a hug.

The sixth sense of the child is the most accurate and can intuitively sense good and evil.

"Be careful, don't hurt the child." Luo Xingchen reminded.

Mu Qianxi nodded, pressed a shocking breath, and reached out to hug the child in front of him.

The child's childish and clean smile, so bright, Mu Qian's tired heart gradually calmed down, and a smile appeared on his face.

The battle of the endless years, not only knows the fate, the powerful men from the world are already tired, but after seeing the ghosts, they feel that everything is worth it.

Because children represent hope, hope of life and inheritance.

Mu Qiansi bit his finger, using blood as ink, and sword intention as a pen, and drew a sword in the void.

The human swordsman who broke into the holy realm with his half body, the sword is repaired to no longer lose to anyone, and the powerful sword can not be underestimated even if he knows his life.

In the void, blood became a sword, and the amazing divine power permeated. Before approaching, you could feel the terrible power.

A small blood sword, but the masterpiece of Mu Qianshu's life, is condensed on the sword. Mu Qianxi painted the sword and pointed it at the ghost's eyebrows.

Suddenly, a red mole appeared with a ghostly eyebrow, and it was dazzling.

"May your life be safe and smooth."

Mu Qianshu opened his mouth and pinned the most sincere blessings in his heart.

Gui Gui touched his eyebrows with his small white hands, and the smile on his face became more and more happy.

"Fate, I'm gone."

Mu Qianlu put the ghost down, looked at the white-haired man in front, and said.

"Ok."

Ning Chen nodded gently, didn't say much, but said the most peaceful farewell, "Take care."

"Take care."

Mu Qianyi responded with a word, turned and left, and returned from a long distance, and then to leave, or within a quarter of an hour.

From life to death, talk less and do more.

"It seems that I should go too. I can't let this guy go too far."

In the palace, soon after Mu Qianxi left, Luo Xingchen also said goodbye and was about to leave.

They all rushed back because they knew that he had a heir. Now, when they see a ghost, they should leave.

"Take care."

Ning Chen still just said goodbye calmly and said nothing.

"Take care."

Luo Xingchen said softly and turned away.

The gathering and dispersal of life, the Tao has done all the emotions in the world, Ning Chen watched the back of the two leaving, speechless and silent.

Gui Gui stepped forward, holding out his tender hands to keep the former's legs, babbling, as if comforting his father.

Not far from the Immortal Hall, in front of an equally solemn hall, all listening to the moon stood still, looking at the distance, without seeing the slightest waves.

After many years of battle, the rebirth of the Baishi, this life, everything will be over.

She is so, so is he.

But, his heart, with the care, will the sword be sharp?

With the return of the destiny, the centuries and years passed by, and one day, between heaven and earth, an astonishing holy prestige rose into the sky, shocking the saints of all heavens.

The sacred heart that is clear and unmarked is so dazzling that the sky and the earth are bright.

"Aman."

In the fairy palace, Ning Chen felt it and whispered softly.

Finally, Ah Man also reached this step.

However, the sanctified Aman did not return, but chose to walk away from the small world of saints to start the battle.

As soon as the jihad started, the small worlds that had been beaten collapsed, and the big world was also affected.

Ten years later, Aman cut a saint, bathed in blood, and was also seriously injured.

When Ning Chen stopped the battle ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Aman chose to replace Ning Chen's battle and killed all the saints.

Ah Man, who has the clearest mind and does not like killing, has embarked on the bloodiest path, just because this is his wish.

In the fairy palace, a white-haired Ning Chen looked at the ghost in front of him, with a loving smile on his face, as if he knew nothing about everything.

Perhaps because of the child's concern, the fateful sword is dull, and the sword is no longer as sharp as in the past.

However, no one has said half a word about this, because everyone knows how much he has sacrificed for this world.

The world can survive to this day, not because of luck, but because someone ignores life and death, and keeps in front of disasters again and again, blocking darkness and disaster for all beings.

Now, since he wants to rest, rest.

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