In the Shushan camp, the big tent was peaceful, with either the sound of rattles or the sounds of various children's toys.
"Xiaoyu, please take a good look at your mother. This is the bear that your mother bought for you. Do you like it?"
"Xiaoyu, look at this daddy. Dad used the Ziying sword to sharpen a small wooden sword for you. Do you like it?"
Wei Xuanhe and Ouyang Qingxue just teased the little baby on the bed who couldn't crawl.
Leng Fu on the side also looked ugly and worried, and he couldn't help but shed tears when he looked at the infant Xiao Yu Leng Fu.
Leng Ruoxi looked at this heartwarming scene and clenched her fists at the side. She thought that she was almost thirty years old, and she couldn't help at this time.
Leng Ruoxi couldn't help but feel that she was ridiculous in the past. She had resources a hundred times better than others, but she wasted her time and wasted every day. Now that the world is in turmoil, she still needs her sister, a female figure, to stand in front of him.
Thinking of this, he felt that he was a waste, and could not defeat even the most ordinary magic soldier. If he had practiced hard since childhood, at least today, people would not say that the young master of Huanyin Pavilion was a waste.
Wei Xiaoyu on the bed looked at his parents dancing in front of him, but he couldn't seem to show any interest. He yawned to himself and slowly closed his eyes.
Qingxue looked at her son and couldn't help but shed tears. Then she patted Xiaoyu and said, "Mom and dad, we are going to save the world. Xiaoyu must be obedient and eat a lot every day. Grow up quickly. When you grow up, Be a great person like your father..."
Wei Xuanhe on the side remained silent, just kissed Xiaoyu's forehead, and then said reluctantly: "Let's go, I guess Daomen won't be able to hold on for too long."
Ouyang Qingxue cried bitterly, then turned around and rushed into Wei Xuanhe's arms, saying with a sad expression: "I want to cut the demon king into pieces. It is because of him that our family cannot be reunited. Even if I die, I will Bite off two pieces of his flesh."
Wei Xuanhe gently stroked Qingxue. After listening to Qingxue's words, his heavy heart could not help but feel relieved.
He knew what Qingxue said at this time, and expressed it in a humorous and humorous way. In addition to comforting himself, Wei Xuanhe also let go of a lot of burdens.
Wei Xuanhe could only point to Xiaoyu on the bed and said, "Anyway, there is someone from Beiming here. If we can't come back, Beiming will avenge us."
After saying that, Ouyang Qingxue smiled, and Wei Xuanhe also laughed.
They sent Xiaoyu to Beiming, which was the most correct decision they made in their lives and the best gift their parents gave him.
It's not that Wei Xuanhe's feelings for Shushan are indifferent, but he knows best that Shushan has been destroyed for hundreds of years, and many of its techniques are incomplete.
Even though Wei Xuanhe worked very hard day and night, he could not change the fact that the glory of Shushan was no longer there.
He and Ouyang Qingxue had barely stepped out of Shushan Mountain in the past few years and practiced hard every day. However, even with the blessing of the magical elixir from Huanyin Pavilion, the two of them had only reached the peak of Hedao.
Wei Xuanhe sometimes thought that if he gave himself a few more years, he would definitely be a hundred times stronger than he is now after breaking through Hedao.
But the reality is like this, there is no more time, and maybe there will be no time at all in the future.
At the foot of Tianmo Mountain, it was almost sunset. Wang Xinrong, covered in blood, picked up the long sword and pointed it at the sky. He also attracted a thunderbolt from the sky, and then slashed it towards the Demon Lord.
The demon king simply waved his hand, and a powerful demonic energy instantly swallowed up the lightning.
Master Fuchen's Taoist robe was riddled with holes, and he looked much older. He held the whisk in one hand and supported the ancestor of Maoshan with the other and handed it to Wen Yuanfeng behind him.
Wen Yuanfeng helped the injured uncle to a mountain col behind him, then picked up the broken copper coin sword beside his ancestor and continued to rush up.
Chu Jiangnan on the side had already lost his breath. In the previous round, Chu Jiangnan had been slapped by the Demon Lord, breaking all the bones and meridians in his body, and died tragically in the hands of the Demon Lord.
Quanzhen Qiuyangzi looked at the corpses of the other six of the Quanzhen Seven Sons, and was a little dazed for a moment, but the next second he still shot towards the Demon Lord with firm eyes.
The battlefield in the Taoist sect was brutal, and the Demon Lord looked a little embarrassed under the overwhelming magical power. His black imperial robe was stained with the blood of countless Taoist sect masters.
At this moment, two long rainbows, one green and one purple, slowly pierced the sky with the afterglow of the setting sun in the distance.
Master Fuchen also let out a sigh of relief when he saw the visitor. Master Fuchen had been holding on to this breath, just waiting for the two sword rainbows to appear.
From the sunrise in the morning to the sunset now, everyone in the Taoist sect has given everything they have and tried their best.
It was also the first time that everyone truly understood how terrifying the Demon Lord was. The scary thing is not that the Demon Lord can kill him with just a raise of his hand, but that he has learned all his life and tried his best but could not hurt him in the slightest.
Wei Xuanhe looked at the dozen or so people left on the battlefield. Everyone was scarred, and some old men even had only one arm left. But even so, they did not put down their weapons.
Wei Xuanhe was so excited by this tragic scene that he breathed heavily, and then he said to Master Fuchen: "Thank you for your hard work, leave the rest to us!"
After saying that, Wei Xuanhe and Qingxue rushed forward with purple and green swords on their faces with murderous looks on their faces.
On a hillside in the distance, Master Jingxuan also looked at Linger and asked: "You are my most proud disciple. Your talent is much better than that of your senior brothers and sisters. Are you sure you want to go?"
Ling'er blinked her big watery eyes and nodded firmly.
Master Jingxuan sighed helplessly, and then said: "Why are you suffering? Two people are fate, three people are evil. He doesn't have you in his heart, and why are you suffering?"
Ling'er's face was still determined, and she said without a trace of regret: "The world will be gone. If cultivators are all going to die, I would rather die with the one I love. Even if he doesn't have me in his heart, I won't regret it!"
Master Jingxuan's expression changed at this time, and then she said with a serious face: "The Purple and Green Swords need to communicate with each other. Your appearance will definitely disturb them and make them have distracting thoughts. In this way, the Purple and Green Swords will not be able to calm their minds. , but it will harm them.”
Master Jingxuan's words also made Ling'er hesitate. She felt that what the master said was very reasonable.
"That year he brought me bird eggs from the mountains. Master, you know how much I wanted to have a bird egg of my own..."
Master Jingxuan clasped her hands together, chanted a Buddha's name, and then said slowly: "You are still young, and the moon in the mirror in the water can easily make you lose your true heart. The Tianshan Sect cannot live without you. If this is the case between the Tianshan Sect and The fate of Shu Mountain, then I will settle this cause and effect for you as a master. If someone from the Tianshan Sect must go, then I should go as a master for you."
"Master, you must not..."
Master Jingxuan interrupted Ling'er, and then said to Ling'er: "Master's end is approaching, and there is no way to recover. And you are the future of Tianshan Sect. Master does not want to see you sink into a sea of misery, and you will too in the future." I understand the hard work it takes to be a teacher.”
Ling'er wanted to say something else, but felt that she suddenly couldn't move, so she could only look at her master anxiously.
Master Jingxuan took out a jade pendant from her body and handed it to Ling'er. Then she stood up and said to Ling'er: "This is the Tianshan jade pendant. From today on, you will be the 28th generation head of the Tianshan sect. Whatever happens to the Tianshan Sect, I leave it to you!"
After that, Master Jingxuan's figure had disappeared, leaving only Ling'er alone here crying silently...
