Xianyu, a hundred years after Zhiming returned from Bazhongtian, did not go out to fight, but chose to stay in Xianyu and concentrate on taking care of Guigui.
Immortal Venerable had a son, and the news spread as quickly as he had grown wings. It didn't take long for the entire Immortal Domain to know about it.
When Luo Xingchen and others heard this, their jaws dropped in shock.
Do you know that wood has a child
Within a few months, Luo Xingchen and others had successively exited the immortal mountains in all parts of the Immortal Domain and rushed to the Immortal Palace in the east.
In the huge immortal hall, Luo Xingchen looked at the toddler in the hall, and his face was full of interest.
"Guigui, come to Uncle's place."
Luo Xingchen opened his arms and smiled.
When Guigui heard someone calling him, he looked at the adult in front of him with big eyes, and then looked back at his father, who seemed to be waiting for his father's approval.
"Go."
With a gentle smile on Ning Chen's face, he said.
Seeing his father's agreement, Guigui grinned and walked forward tremblingly.
Seeing Guigui approaching, Luo Xingchen stretched out his arms to hug the little guy in front of him, and said with a smile, "What a smart little guy."
After speaking, Luo Xingchen took out a small jade slip from his bosom and stuffed it into the pocket of Guigui's chest, and said lovingly, "Uncle gave you a gift, if anyone wants to bully you, just throw this thing to him and promise to give it to him. Shoot into a hornet's nest."
Not far away, Ning Chen noticed the astonishing power in the jade slip, and there was already a hint of holy might.
It seems that he is not far from the holy realm for a long time.
They have accompanied them all the way to this day, and they have gone through countless battles.
"boom!"
At this moment, the gate of the Immortal Hall was shaken open, and a powerful and messy atmosphere spread.
In the main hall, Luo Xingchen and Ning Chen felt it, and looked at the front of the hall.
But when he saw the front of the hall, a figure dressed in a black and white cloak stepped forward, a powerful force vibrated, and the holy majesty loomed.
Hearing the news that Zhiming had a child, Mu Qianshang just walked out of the critical moment of attacking the holy realm and came to the Immortal Hall for the first time.
Due to the unstable realm, Mu Qianshang's cultivation level fluctuated, and his breath was very messy, causing the tables and chairs in the hall to shake.
Luo Xingchen looked at Mu Qianshang who was approaching, and said angrily, "Be careful, don't hurt my nephew."
"Let me see."
Mu Qianshang ignored it and said.
Luo Xingchen took Guigui out of his arms and said softly, "Gugui, this is also my uncle."
Gui Gui's beautiful big eyes looked curiously in front of him, but he was not afraid, his little face showed a happy smile, and he stretched out his little hand to ask for a hug.
Children's sixth sense is the most accurate and can most intuitively sense good and evil.
"Be careful, don't hurt the child." Luo Xingchen reminded.
Mu Qianshang nodded, suppressing the shaking aura, and reached out to hug the child in front of him.
The child's innocent and clean smile was so bright, Mu Qianshang's tired heart gradually calmed down, and a smile appeared on his face.
The endless years of battle not only knew their fate, but the powerhouses from the world were already tired. However, after seeing Guigui, they felt that everything was worth it.
Because children represent hope, the hope of life and inheritance.
Mu Qianshang bit his finger, using blood as ink and sword intent as his pen, he drew a sword in the void, and the sword intent was astonishing.
A swordsman in the world who has broken into the holy realm with half a body, his swordsmanship is no longer inferior to anyone else, and even if he knows his fate, he does not dare to underestimate his mighty swordsmanship.
In the void, the blood turned into swords, and the amazing holy prestige filled the air. Before getting close, you could feel the terrifying power.
A small blood sword, but it embodies Mu Qianshang's life-long sword accomplishments. Mu Qianshang drew the sword and placed it between Guigui's eyebrows.
Immediately, a red mole appeared between the brows of ghosts and ghosts, dazzling red.
"May your life be peaceful and smooth."
Mu Qianshang opened his mouth, with the most sincere wishes in his heart.
Gui Gui stretched out his white and tender little hand and touched his eyebrows, and the smile on his little face became more and more happy.
"Knowing, I'm leaving."
Mu Qianshang put Guigui down, looked at the white-haired man in front of him, and said.
"Um."
Ning Chen nodded lightly, and didn't say much, just said goodbye in the calmest way, "Take care."
"Take care of yourself."
Mu Qianshang responded, turned around and left, and it took less than a quarter of an hour to return from his return and then leave.
Life and death to friendship, less words and more deeds.
"It seems that I should go too, I can't let this guy surpass too much."
In the hall, not long after Mu Qianshang left, Luo Xingchen also said goodbye and was about to leave.
They all rushed back because they knew they had children, and now, when they saw Guigui, it was time to leave.
"Take care of yourself."
Ning Chen still just said goodbye calmly and didn't say anything more.
"Take care of yourself."
Luo Xingchen said softly and turned to leave.
The gathering and dispersing of life has exhausted all the emotions in the world. Ning Chen watched the backs of the two leaving, speechless and silent.
Gui Gui stepped forward, stretched out a small white hand to protect the former's leg, babbled, as if comforting his father.
Not far from the Immortal Hall, in front of an equally solemn hall, Fan Lingyue stood quietly, looking into the distance, not seeing any waves.
Years of war, hundreds of reincarnations, in this life, everything will be over.
She did, and so did he.
It's just that his heart, with concern, will the sword still be sharp
Knowing the fate of the return, a hundred years have passed, one day, between heaven and earth, an astonishing holy majesty rises into the sky, shocking the saints in the heavens.
The pure and unsullied Sacred Heart is so dazzling that it illuminates the heavens and the earth.
"Aman."
In the Immortal Palace, Ning Chen felt it and whispered softly.
Finally, Aman has come to this step.
It's just that the sanctified Aman did not come back, but chose to leave the small world of saints and start to fight.
Once the holy war was started, the small worlds that were fought collapsed, and the big worlds were also affected.
Ten years later, Aman beheaded a saint, and he was covered in blood, and he was severely injured.
When Ning Chen stopped fighting, Aman chose to fight instead of Ning Chen to kill the saints in the heavens.
A Man, who had the clearest mind and did not like killing, embarked on the bloodiest path, just because it was his wish.
In the Immortal Palace, Ning Chen with white hair looked at the ghost in front of him, with a loving smile on his face, as if he didn't know anything about it.
Perhaps because of the child's concern, the sword that knew his fate was dull, and his sword intent was no longer as sharp as before.
However, no one has said a word about this, because everyone knows how much life has been sacrificed for this world.
The human world survives to this day, not because of luck, but because some people, regardless of life and death, stand in the forefront of disasters again and again, blocking darkness and chaos for all living beings. Now, since he wants to rest, let him rest.