Immortal Domain, a hundred years after returning from the Eight Heavens, he did not go out to fight again, but chose to stay in the Immortal Domain and concentrate on taking care of ghosts and ghosts.

Immortal Venerable had an heir, and the news spread as quickly as if he had grown wings, and it didn't take long for the entire Immortal Domain to know about it.

When Luo Xingchen and the others heard this, their jaws were about to fall in shock.

Knowing that the wood has a child?

Within a few months, Luo Xingchen and the others successively came out of the immortal mountain veins of all parties in the immortal realm, and rushed to the immortal hall in the east one after another.

In the huge immortal hall, Luo Xingchen looked at the toddler ghosts in the hall, and his face was full of interest.

"Hell, come to my uncle. ”

Luo Xingchen opened his arms and smiled.

When the ghost heard someone shouting at him, he looked at the adult in front of him with wide eyes, and then looked back at his father on the side, as if waiting for his father's approval.

"Go ahead. ”

Ning Chen said with a gentle smile on his face.

Seeing his father's agreement, the ghost grinned and walked forward tremblingly.

Seeing the ghost coming, Luo Xingchen reached out and hugged 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 arms and stuffed it into the pocket on the ghost's chest, and said lovingly, "Uncle gave you a gift, whoever wants to bully you, take this thing and throw it at him, and promise to shoot him into a hornet's nest." ”

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

It seems that he has been close to the Holy Realm for a long time.

They have been together all the way to this day, experienced countless battles, and now, they have successively cultivated the pinnacle of martial arts.

"Bang!"

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

In the main hall, Luo Xingchen and Ning Chen felt it, and looked at the front of the hall.

But in front of the hall, a figure dressed in black white stepped forward, a powerful force vibrating, and the holy power loomed.

Hearing the news that he had an heir, Mu Qianyan walked out of the critical moment of impacting the Holy Realm and came to the Immortal Hall as soon as possible.

Due to the instability of the realm, Mu Qianyan's cultivation fluctuated from high to low, and his breath was also very messy, which shook the tables and chairs in the hall.

Luo Xingchen looked at Mu Qianyan who came over, and said angrily, "Be careful, don't hurt my nephew." ”

"I'll see. ”

Mu Qianyan ignored it and spoke.

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

The ghost's beautiful big eyes looked at him curiously, and he was not afraid, and 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 sense good and evil most intuitively.

"Be careful, don't hurt the child. Falling Star reminded.

Mu Qianyan nodded, forced a concussive aura, and reached out to hug the child in front of him.

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

After the endless years of fighting, not only did they know their fate, but the strong people from the realm were already tired, however, after seeing the ghosts, they all felt that everything was worth it.

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

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

The human swordsman who has broken into the holy realm with half his body has no one to lose in sword cultivation, and he does not dare to underestimate the powerful sword in terms of even if he knows his fate.

In the void, blood turned into a sword, and the astonishing holy power was permeated, and before he got close, he could feel the terrifying power.

A small blood sword, but it is a condensation of Mu Qianyan's life's sword attainments, Mu Qianyan drew a sword and pointed it at the center of the ghost's eyebrows.

Suddenly, a red mole appeared ghostly eyebrows, red and dazzling.

"May your life be safe and smooth. ”

Mu Qianyan opened his mouth, pinning his most sincere blessings in his heart.

The ghost 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 my fate, I'm leaving. ”

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

"Hmm. ”

Ning Chen nodded lightly and didn't say anything, just said goodbye most calmly, "Take care." ”

"Take care. ”

Mu Qianyan answered, turned around and left, from returning from a short distance to leaving, it was less than a quarter of an hour.

Life and death are close friends, less words and more deeds.

"Looks like I should go too, I can't let this guy go too far. ”

In the hall, not long after Mu Qianyan left, Luo Xingchen also said goodbye and prepared to leave.

They all rushed back because they knew their fate and had children, and now, when they saw the ghosts, they should leave.

"Take care. ”

Ning Chen still just said goodbye calmly and didn't say anything.

"Take care. ”

Luo Xingchen whispered and turned to leave.

The gathering and dispersion of life exhausted all the emotions in the world, Ning Chen looked at the backs of the two leaving, speechless and silent.

The ghost stepped forward and stretched out his little white hand to protect the former's leg, babbling as if to comfort his father.

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

Years of war, reincarnation of a hundred lifetimes, in this life, everything will be over.

So did she, and so did he.

It's just that his heart, with concern, will the sword still be sharp?

Knowing the return of fate, a hundred years have passed in a flash, one day, between heaven and earth, an amazing holy power rose to the sky, shocking the saints of the heavens.

The clear 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 muttered softly.

Finally, Aman also came to this point.

It's just that the sanctified Aman did not come back, but chose to go away to the small worlds of saints to start the battle.

The Holy War, once it is opened, collapses one after another, and the big world is also affected, and it can be clearly felt from endless time and space.

Ten years later, Ah Man beheaded a saint, covered in blood, and himself was seriously injured.

When Ning Chen stopped fighting, Ah Man chose to fight instead of Ning Chen and kill the Heavenly Saints.

Aman, who has the clearest heart and doesn't like to kill, embarked on the bloodiest road, just because this is his wish.

In the immortal hall, the white-haired Ning Chen looked at the ghost in front of him, with a loving smile on his face, as if he didn't know anything about everything.

Perhaps because of the child's concern, the sword of knowing fate was blunt, and the sword intent was no longer as sharp as in the past.

However, no one has said half a word about this, because everyone knows how much they have sacrificed for the sake of this world.

The survival of the human world to this day is not because of luck, but because there are people who have stood at the forefront of disasters again and again, regardless of life and death, to block the darkness and disasters for all sentient beings.

Now, since he wants to rest, let him rest.