The heavens, the immortals, the saints in the world confronted the ten innate saints, and for several days, no one took the initiative.
On the ninth day, out of nowhere, the holy prestige descended, the golden brilliance covered the sky and the sun, and the eleventh innate saint arrived, making the situation even more unbalanced.
On the Immortal Realm, the expressions of the saints in the world were condensed, and the mood became heavier as they watched more and more saints gather in the sky.
Not good.
Judging from the current situation, the congenital saints felt the threat of the human world, and they wanted to truly become stronger in the human world to eradicate the saints in the human world in one fell swoop.
"Can't wait any longer."
In front of the saints, Mu Qianshang calmly said, "Let me come first."
When the words fell, on the Immortal Realm, the sword pressure rose, and Mu Qianshang rose up and walked out of the Immortal Realm.
"kill!"
In front of the eleven innate saints, a young man with a high bun waved his hand, a long spear appeared, and the figure swept out, fighting with the saints in the world.
The battle of the saints is earth-shattering. In the battle, the sword's edge is dazzling, the gun is like lightning, and the sky is pale.
The world-shattering battle, inside and outside the Immortal Realm, the saints in the world and the ten innate saints all watched this battle, waiting for the result.
The war lasted for a day and a night, and the whole sky was shattered, which was terrifying.
Outside the battle, the Lord of Darkness watched the battle ahead, the power of darkness was secretly fortunate, and a black long spear appeared.
A moment later, the Lord of Darkness moved, and in an instant, he was in the middle of the battle, and the spear slid past, ruthlessly killing him.
The Lord of Darkness made a sneak attack. In the Immortal Domain, the corner of the mouth of the Lord Xiaoyue curved slightly, and the figure flashed past Mu Qianshang.
Huang Quan came forward and blocked the attack of the Lord of Darkness.
There was a violent vibration, and in the battle, the aftermath shook the four Great Dao Saints.
"Sneak attack, the Lord of Darkness is really powerful."
The landlord Xiaoyue looked at the Lord of Darkness ahead and smiled.
The Lord of Darkness frowned, looking at the saint in front of him, a strange color flashed in his eyes.
This person gave him a strange feeling, not like an ordinary human being.
Beside the landlord Xiaoyue, Mu Qianshang snorted coldly and pointed at the sword, and the sword wave burst out.
Ahead, the black long spear in the hand of the Lord of Darkness swung past, blocking the sword energy with a bang.
During the day and night battle, the power of the saints on earth made the eleven innate saints more and more afraid, and their hearts were abnormally heavy.
On the Immortal Realm, the girl often looked at the sky with light in her eyes.
"Wait, there will be more and more innate saints, not a long-term plan."
Nu Chang opened her mouth and said in a condensed voice, "Did Zhiming say when to come back?"
"Until Xianyu completely leaves the big world, he should not come back."
Fan Lingyue said calmly, "As long as he's not there, the god Bazhongtian will not take action against Xianyu, so if he doesn't come back, Xianyu may be safer."
"Having said that, but, these congenital saints?" Nu Chang said with concern.
"It's up to us to solve it." Fan Lingyue replied.
In the world, Shili Fenglin, and during the tomb sweeping seasons of the year, Ning Chen brought Guigui to the tomb of Changsun to sweep the tomb, carefully cleaning the weeds around the tomb.
At this time, outside Shili Fenglin, a beautiful woman came with a maid, also to sweep the tomb of the eldest grandson.
"Princess, there seems to be someone."
The maid opened the mouth when she saw the white-haired man and the child in front of her.
Xia Xiyao followed the former's gaze, a strange color flashed across her beautiful face.
How could anyone be here
Empress Changsun is a virtuous queen in the history of Daxia, but it is too long since now, and it is impossible for any descendants to survive.
Xia Xiyao stepped forward with her maid and knelt down before Empress Changsun's tomb.
Ning Chen saw the woman, but didn't bother, and continued to clean up the weeds and fallen leaves with Guigui.
"Dad, someone has come to see the empress."
Guigui said while weeding.
"Daddy saw it." Ning Chen smiled.
"Did you know him?" Gui Gui asked curiously.
"I don't know." Ning Chen replied softly.
Gui Gui looked curiously at the woman kneeling in front of the tomb, her little hands still pulling weeds.
In front of the tomb of the eldest grandson, Xia Xiyao also saw Guigui not far away, and the two looked at each other, which was ridiculous.
Gui Guisheng is very cute and cute, Xia Xiyao fell in love with this child at a glance, bowed down to Queen Changsun, and took the initiative to step forward.
"What's the name of the little brother?" Xia Xiyao crouched down and asked softly.
"Ghost."
Guigui said in a childish voice.
"How old is Guigui?" Xia Xiyao continued to ask.
Guigui stretched out his fingers, counted, and said, "One hundred, two hundred... I'm so many years old."
"It's not good for children to lie," Xia Xiyao said.
"I didn't lie." Gui Gui replied in a childish voice.
Not far away, Ning Chen smiled and ignored the conversation between the two.
The maid next to Xia Xiyao noticed the face of the white-haired man not far away and looked surprised.
"Princess, princess."
The maid gently tugged at the dress of the princess beside her and said anxiously.
Xia Xiyao looked back with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong?"
"Princess look at that person."
The maid's eyes couldn't hide the shock.
When Xia Xiyao heard this, she looked at the white-haired man in front of her. After a while, her face also showed shock.
Daxia Zhiminghou!
So similar, almost exactly the same as the statue in front of the palace.
After a while, Xia Xiyao came back to her senses and wanted to go forward to ask, but she was afraid of the possible identity of the man in front of her and did not dare to speak.
After thinking about it, Xia Xiyao looked at the child in front of her and said with a gentle expression, "Guigui, is that your father?"
"Yes." Gui Gui nodded.
"What's your father's name?" Xia Xiyao continued to ask.
Gui Gui thought for a while and said, "Ning Chen."
Xia Xiyao was shocked when she heard the words. At this moment, she finally confirmed the identity of the white-haired young man in front of her.
"Xiyao has seen Marquis Zhiming."
Xia Xiyao came back to her senses, took two steps forward, and saluted respectfully.
With a smile on Ning Chen's face, he said, "How many princesses?"
"Nine princesses."
Xia Xiyao answered truthfully.
"She also ranked ninth that year."
Ning Chen smiled, as if remembering the past, the nine princesses of the summer, Yan Bi Hua Jiao, even in the history books but praised a woman's appearance, which is extremely rare in the history books.
"Is Your Excellency the Marquis of Fate?" Xia Xiyao was still in a dream and couldn't believe it.
"Not like it?"
Ning Chen smiled and said, "Indeed."
Hearing the former confession, Xia Xiyao suppressed her shock and began to accept this unbelievable fact.
The legend of the Great Xia thousands of years ago is still alive.
In the face of Chi'er's descendants, Ning Chen also felt kindness, and his attitude was very kind. Ning Chen always smiled at the younger generation.
Seeing the friendly attitude of the people in front of her, Xia Xiyao's nervousness was much lessened, and she asked many, many things from the past.
Ning Chen knew that there was no end to what he had to say, and he didn't hide anything. It wasn't until the sun went down that Xia Xiyao left, and the carriage rumbled out of the ten-mile maple forest.