As a sword immortal, he must not sit idly by.

Xiao Xian promised her that he would definitely rush back as soon as possible. Mu Zisu told him not to worry, not to disturb his qi and mood because of this matter.

The strength of the rampaging monsters was beyond the imagination of the monks, and the monks suffered countless casualties. And when the plain white and noble figure came across the sky, the most beautiful famous sword in the world came out of its sheath, when that person hit the Ninety-Five Flying Dragon in the sky, and in an instant, the clouds in the sky were broken, showing the image of 'sky cracking'.

Everyone's tense hearts finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The fight off the demon beasts went well, and the fame and myth of the Great Sword Immortal's one-of-a-kind sword mastery spread in Kyushu again.

Everyone said that he was the most chivalrous.

At that time, Xiao Xian had exhausted his strength, and the wounds on his body were still bleeding. Shen Qihuan persuaded him to retreat and heal, but he must rush back.

He said, "My wife is still waiting for me to come home. ”

But—

When he rushed back, everything had changed.

The dream he carefully held in the palm of his hand was still - fell apart and turned to ashes after all.

Rahu was angry with Tianyan and was executed by the eight tribes, and the clansmen killed Mu Zisu in order to survive, in a vain attempt to take her yuan baby and absorb her strength.

I heard that before Mu Zisu died, he was still trying to find a way for his clan to escape this catastrophe. But the next moment, they pointed their swords at her.

I heard that Mu Zisu was like a prey being surrounded and suppressed, and he killed countless people alone, but he was still lost under Rahu's elite soldiers. Before she died, she desperately protected the child in her womb. She begged to let him go. But the man cut open her belly alive and let her see the baby boy who had become formed and covered in blood.

When Xiao Xian arrived, the battle was over.

She lay alone in a pool of blood, like a lonely child.

Just like the first time he picked her up in the lotus pond, she was the only one.

Her lute bone had been gouged out, and her flesh and blood were blurred behind her, and her soul was about to be scattered, but she still breathed a sigh of relief, waiting for him to return. Just like at the beginning, no matter where he went, she would wait quietly for him to come home.

When she saw him, her originally panicked eyes suddenly became very aggrieved.

She said she was sorry that she didn't protect the child well.

She said, you have been alone for so long, but I will not be able to accompany you in the future. You're alone...... What to do? …… You can marry another wife, let her accompany you for me, but don't forget me, don't forget Jiuling.

She said, you don't have to worry, when you get to Huangquan Road, I will take care of Jiuling.

In the next life, I brought him to Daddy.

You must live a long life, you must not cry - you are a sword, you must not cry............

Xiao Xian hugged her broken body in his arms, feeling her body becoming cold little by little, just like he used to do, singing small songs to her and telling her stories, as if he was just coaxing her to sleep.

No one knows, nor has he ever seen the great sword immortal who will shoulder the common life, and he will cry when he loses his wife and children.

Heart-rending, heart-wrenching.

At the end of the hero, turning around is a desolation.

Later, that's what the storyteller said. A generation of sword immortals fell into the devil's way in order to avenge his wife, and since then he has turned a blind eye to all living beings, killing and taking away life, becoming the biggest panic in Kyushu, the supreme demon venerable.

In addition to fear, when many people mention him, they say it's a pity. It's a pity that such a good person as him fell into the devil's way, and such a good person ended up betraying his relatives and leaving his relatives, and everyone was condemned.