In the Immortal Realm, a hundred years after his return from the eighth heaven, Zhide did not go out to fight again, but chose to stay in the Immortal Realm and concentrate on taking care of Guigui.

When the Immortal Lord had a child, the news spread quickly as if he had grown wings. It didn't take long before the entire Immortal Realm knew about this.

When Luo Xingchen and others heard about this, their chins almost fell off.

Zhiming, who has children?

Within a few months, Luo Xingchen and others successively came out of the Immortal Mountains in all parts of the Immortal Realm and rushed to the Immortal Palace in the East.

In the huge fairy hall, Luo Xingchen looked at the toddler Guigui in the hall, his face full of interest.

"Guigui, come to uncle."

Luo Xingchen opened his arms and said with a smile.

Guigui heard someone calling him, looked at the adult in front of him with big eyes, and then turned to look at the father beside him, as if waiting for his father's consent.

"Go."

Ning Chen showed a gentle smile on his face and said.

Seeing his father agreeing, Guigui grinned and walked forward tremblingly.

Seeing Guigui coming, Luo Xingchen reached out to pick up the little guy in front of him and smiled, "What a smart little guy."

After saying that, Luo Xingchen took out a small jade slip from his arms and stuffed it into Guigui's pockets, and said with love, "Whoever wants to bully you, if you want to bully you, throw this thing away from him and make sure to ejaculate him into a hornet's nest."

Not far away, Ning Chen noticed the amazing power in the jade slip, and there was a hint of holy power in vaguely.

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

They have been with them all the way to this day and have experienced countless wars. Now they have practiced the ultimate martial arts one after another.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the gate of the Immortal Palace was shaken open, and a powerful and messy aura spread.

In the hall, the stars fell, Ning Chen felt a sense of emotion and looked at the front of the hall.

But in front of the hall, a figure dressed in an ink white cloak walked towards him, his powerful force shaking, and the holy power appeared.

Upon hearing the news that Zhiming had children, Mu Qianshang forced himself to come out of the critical moment of the sacred realm and came to the Immortal Palace as soon as possible.

Due to the unstable state, Mu Qianshang's cultivation level was high and low, and his aura seemed very messy, which made the tables and chairs in the hall sway.

Luo Xingchen looked at Mu Qianshang who was walking towards him and said angrily, "Be careful, don't hurt my nephew."

"I'll take a look."

Mu Qianshang ignored it and spoke.

Luo Xingchen hugged Guigui in his arms and whispered, "Guigui, this is also uncle."

Guigui looked in front of him with curious eyes, not afraid, his little face showed a happy smile, and he stretched out his little hand to ask for a hug.

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

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

Mu Qianshang nodded, suppressed his shaking breath, and reached out to hug the child in front of him.

The child's tender and clean smile was so bright that Mu Qianshang's tired heart gradually calmed down and a smile appeared on his face.

After endless years of battle, not only did the strong people from the world know their destiny, but also the strong men from the world were already tired. However, after seeing Guigui, they all felt that everything was worth it.

Because children represent hope, hope for life and inheritance.

Mu Qianshang bit his finger, used blood as ink and sword intent as the pen, and drew a sword in the void, and the sword intent was shocking.

The swordsman on earth who has half his body entered the holy realm, his sword cultivation is no less than anyone else, and he dare not underestimate even if he knows his fate.

In the void, blood became a sword, and the amazing holy power was filled with it. Before you could get close, you could feel the terrifying power.

A small blood sword condensed Mu Qianshang's sword achievements throughout his life. Mu Qianshang drew a sword and pointed it at Guigui's eyebrows.

Suddenly, a red mole appeared between Guigui's eyebrows, which was dazzling.

"May your life be safe and smooth."

Mu Qianshang spoke, entrusting the most sincere blessings in his heart.

Guigui stretched out his little hand and touched his eyebrows, and the smile on his little face became happier.

"I know my destiny, I'm leaving."

Mu Qianshang put Guigui down, looked at the white-haired man in front of him, and spoke.

"Um."

Ning Chen nodded slightly, and didn't say much, but just said goodbye the most peacefully, "Take care."

"Take care of yourself."

Mu Qianshang responded, turned around and left, from returning from thousands of miles to leaving, less than a quarter of an hour.

Life and death are the most close friends, and there are few words and actions.

"It seems that I should leave too, so I can't let this guy out too much."

In the hall, Mu Qianshang left shortly after, Luo Xingchen also said goodbye and was about to leave.

They rushed back because they had a descendant after they knew their fate. Now that they saw Guigui, it is time to leave.

"Take care of yourself."

Ning Chen still said goodbye calmly and said nothing.

"Take care of yourself."

Luo Xingchen said softly and turned around and left.

The gathering and dispersion of life tells all the emotions in the world. Ning Chen stared at the two people's departure, speechless and silent.

Guigui stepped forward, stretched out his little hand to protect the former's legs, and slapped, as if comforting his father.

Not far from the Immortal Palace, in front of an equally solemn hall, Fan Lingyue stood quietly, looking into the distance without any sensation.

After years of war, reincarnation for hundreds of years, everything will be over in this life.

She is like this, and so is he.

But, if his heart is concerned, will the sword still be sharp?

Knowing the fate returns, a hundred years pass by, and one day, a stunning holy power rises into the sky, shocking the saints of the heavens.

The pure and pure holy heart is so dazzling that it makes the world brighter.

"Aman."

In the Immortal Palace, Ning Chen felt a sense and murmured softly.

Finally, Aman also came to this point.

However, Aman, who became a saint, did not come back, but chose to go far away to the small world of saints to start fighting.

shèng zhàn, once it is opened, small worlds collapse, and the big world is also affected. You can clearly feel it separated by endless time and space.

Ten years later, Aman killed a saint, covered in blood, and suffered extremely severe injuries.

When Ning Chen stopped fighting, Aman chose to replace Ning Chen in battle and kill the saints of the heavens.

Aman, who is the clearest in nature and does not like to kill, embarked on the bloodiest path, just because this is his wish.

In the fairy palace, Ning Chen, with white hair, looked at Guigui in front of him, with a loving smile on his face, as if he didn't know anything.

Perhaps it was because of the child's concern that his sword 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 he sacrificed for this world.

The world can survive to this day, not because of luck, but because someone ignores life and death, blocks the front of disasters again and again, blocking darkness and chaos for all living beings.
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