The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

Xianyu, a hundred years after his return from bazhongtian, chose to stay in Xianyu and take care of ghosts instead of going out for war.

The news that xianzun had a son spread like wings. It didn't take long for the whole Xianyu to know about it.

After hearing this, Luo Xingchen and others were shocked to drop their jaw.

Does that wood have a child?

Within a few months, Luo Xingchen and others successively went out of the great vein of the immortal mountain from all sides of the immortal realm and rushed to the immortal hall in the East.

In the huge immortal hall, the setting star looks at the toddler ghosts in the hall, and his face is full of interest.

"Ghost, come to my uncle."

The falling star opens his arms and laughs.

Ghost heard someone call him, big eyes at the front of adults, and then look back to the side of the father, seems to be waiting for his father's consent.

"Go ahead."

Ning Chen on the face peeps out gentle smile, way.

See father agree, ghost small mouth a lie, tremble to walk toward front.

Looking at the ghost coming, the star reached out to pick up the little guy in front of him and said with a smile, "it's really a smart little guy."

With that, Luo Xingchen took out a small jade slip from his arms and put it into the pocket of the ghost's chest. He lovingly said, "uncle's gift to you. Whoever wants to bully you, throw it at him and promise to shoot him into a beehive."

Not far away, Ning Chen noticed the amazing power in the jade slips, vaguely, there was a trace of holy power.

It seems that he is not far away from the holy land for a long time.

They go all the way together to today, and have experienced countless wars. Now, they have successively cultivated the highest martial arts.

"Bang!"

At this time, the gate of the immortal hall was opened, and a strong and messy atmosphere spread.

In the main hall, the setting stars and Ning Chen feel that they look at the front of the hall.

But in front of the hall, a figure in a black and white cloak came step by step, with a strong shock and holy power looming.

Hearing that Zhiming had an heir, mu qianshang walked out from the critical moment of the Holy Land and came to the immortal temple for the first time.

Because of his unstable state, mu qianshang's accomplishments were high and low, and his breath was very messy, which made the tables and chairs in the hall shake.

Falling star looked at the coming Mu thousand war, no good airway, "you be careful, don't hurt my nephew."

"Let me see."

Mu Qian Shang didn't pay attention to it and said.

The falling star holds the ghost out of his arms and whispers, "ghost, this is also my uncle."

Ghost beautiful big eyes curious looking at the front, also not afraid, small face showed a happy smile, stretched out a small hand to ask for a hug.

Children's sixth sense is the most accurate and intuitive sense of good and evil.

"Be careful not to hurt the child." The setting star reminds a way.

Mu qianshang nodded, forced a concussion of the atmosphere, stretched out his hand to hold the child in front of him.

The childish and clean smile of the child is so bright that the tired heart of Mu qianshang gradually calms down, and a smile appears on his face.

Endless years of fighting, not only know the fate, the strong from the sector have long been tired, however, after seeing ghosts, they all feel that everything is worth it.

Because children represent hope, the hope of life and inheritance.

Mu qianshang bites his finger, uses blood as ink, and sword as pen. He draws a sword in the empty air, which is astonishing.

The man who breaks into the holy land with half of his body has no less accomplishments on the sword than anyone else. Even if he knows his destiny, he will not be underestimated.

On the void, the blood becomes a sword, and the amazing holy power diffuses. You can feel the terrible power before you get close to it.

It's a small blood sword, but it embodies mu qianshang's attainments in his life. Mu qianshang draws a sword and points it in ghosts' eyebrows.

Suddenly, a mole appeared, ghost eyebrow, red eye-catching.

"May your life be safe and smooth."

Mu qianshang opens his mouth, reposing the most sincere blessing in his heart.

The ghost stretched out his small hand and touched his eyebrow. The smile on his face became more and more happy.

"I'm going, I know."

Mu thousand Shang put the ghost down, looking at the white haired man in front, opening a way.

"Well."

Ning Chen lightly ordered to nod, also didn't say much, just the most calm way don't say, "take care."

"Take care."

Mu thousand war should be a, turned to leave, from thousands of miles back to leave, less than a quarter of an hour.

A close friend of life and death is a man of few words and many deeds.

"It's time for me to go too. I can't let this guy go too much."

In the hall, mu qianshang left soon, and the setting star also said goodbye, ready to leave.

They all came back because they had children. Now, when they see ghosts, they should leave.

"Take care."

Ning Chen is still just a quiet farewell, nothing to say."Take care."

The falling star whispered a word and turned to leave.

The gathering and scattering of life, the way to do all the feelings of the world, Ning Chen watched the two people left behind, speechless, silent.

The ghost came forward and held out his little hand to keep the former's leg. He seemed to comfort his father.

Not far away from the immortal hall, in front of an equally solemn hall, all those who listen to the moon stand still and look at the distance without any waves.

Many years of war, reincarnation, this life, everything will come to an end.

She is, and so is he.

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

One day, between heaven and earth, an amazing holy power surged into the sky and shocked the saints.

The pure and clear sacred heart is so dazzling that the heaven and the earth are bright.

"Ah man."

In the immortal temple, Ning Chen has a feeling and whispers softly.

Finally, aman has come to this stage.

However, the sainted aman did not come back, but chose to go away from the small world of saints and began to fight.

As soon as the Jihad was launched, the small worlds collapsed and the big world was also affected. You can clearly feel the endless space and time between them.

Ten years later, aman beheaded a saint, bathed in blood, and suffered severe injuries.

When Ning Chen stopped fighting, aman chose to fight instead of Ning Chen to kill the saints.

Aman, who has the most clear mind and doesn't like to kill, has taken the bloodiest road just because it is his wish.

In the fairy temple, Ning Chen with white hair looks at the ghosts in front of him, with a loving smile on his face, as if he doesn't know everything.

Perhaps because of the child's concern, the sword is blunt, and the sword is no longer as sharp as it used to be.

However, no one has said a word about this, because everyone knows how much has been sacrificed for the sake of this human life.

It's not because of luck that the world can survive to this day, but because someone, regardless of life and death, has been in the front of disaster again and again, blocking darkness and chaos for all living beings.

Now, since he wants to have a rest, let's have a rest.