At this moment, Chu Ping, the Supreme Elder of Xuantian Sect, also hurried over with a group of senior officials of Xuantian Sect.

Chu Ping's face was filled with glory and gratitude for the remnant of the disaster. He quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply to Liu Changxu and said:

"Thank you, Junior Brother Liu, for coming to help. If you hadn't arrived in time in such a dangerous moment, our Xuantian Sect would be in danger this time."

Liu Changxu quickly reached out and helped Chu Ping up, with a gentle smile on his face, and said modestly:

"Senior Brother Chu, you are polite. I am also half a member of Xuantian Sect. Now that the sect is in trouble, how can I sit back and see? This is my duty."

At this time, a pretty figure rushed out of the crowd. It was Liu Changxu's daughter Liu Fujing.

Her face was filled with joy and excitement. She came to her father and said in a coquettish tone:

"Father, you are here at the right time, otherwise you may never see my mother and I again."

Liu Changxu looked at his daughter who had already grown up in front of him and had a graceful and beautiful cultivation level at the beginning of the Nascent Soul stage, and was filled with relief and doting.

He raised his hand and gently touched his daughter's head, and said softly:

"Silly girl, aren't I here now? Don't be afraid, no one can hurt you with his father."

"Husband, the war has come to an end for the time being. Don't delay it. It is important to go into seclusion and stabilize your cultivation!"

Duan Yuwei frowned slightly, her eyes full of worry, and she said anxiously:

Liu Changxu looked at his wife's concerned face, and his heart was filled with warmth and moved, and immediately responded:

"Okay!"

He paused and comforted softly:

"Don't worry, when I stabilize my cultivation, I will have more energy to protect you."

Surrounded by the monks of Xuantian Sect, Liu Changxu walked through the mountain protection formation with the flashing light and the runes flowing, and stepped into the territory of Xuantian Sect.

After entering Xuantian Sect, Liu Changxu politely rejected Chu Ping's invitation to dinner and rushed to Ziwei Peak with his wife Duan Yuwei and daughter Liu Fujing.

As soon as we arrived at Ziwei Peak, a familiar breath came to our face.

Liu Changxu looked up and saw his wife Zi Ling, whom he had not seen for many years, standing in front of the palace gate of Ziwei Palace. Their faces were still beautiful, and their faces were filled with the joy of reunion.

On the side, the sons Liu Fuzhao and Liu Fuxing stood side by side, with their postures as tall as pine trees.

Liu Fuzhao had his sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, his expression was firm and calm and grand in every move.

Liu Fuxing's face was as bright as a jade, his eyes were full of agility and intelligence, and his long robe was swaying lightly in the wind, with a bit of freedom and freedom in elegance.

My daughter Liu Fuyue was wearing a simple long dress and stood quietly by the side, with a sweet smile on her lips, showing her gentleness in every move.

Next to her was her son-in-law Wu Chang'an. He was tall and firm, with a humble smile on his face.

Behind everyone, three women with graceful and graceful women standing, Liu Changxu quickly recognized them as their three wives of his son Liu Fuzhao.

Sun Yuyao was wearing a light pink silk skirt, with exquisite crabapple flowers embroidered at the corners of the skirt, shaking gently in the wind. She had a beautiful face, bright eyes, a gentle smile on the corners of her mouth, and the child in her arms was carved with pink and jade, holding her hair with her little hands, babbling.

Chen Lin was wearing moon-white brocade, with a cold temperament, but her eyebrows and eyes were full of love. She was gently patting the sleeping child in her arms, showing her care with every move.

Song Rong'er was wearing goose yellow clothes, playing and lively. The child in her arms opened her big round eyes and looked around curiously.

In addition, Duan Yuwei's three disciples Lu Yuzhu, Zhou Xuetang and Xiao Ningxue were also there, and they saluted Liu Changxu respectfully.

When Liu Changxu saw this scene, his originally tired spirit was immediately revived, and then he stepped forward to meet his wife and children.

As soon as he arrived, Liu Changxu first held the hands of Zi Ling and Zi Su and exchanged a few simple greetings.

Then he and his two sons hugged each other hard and patted their solid backs to encourage them.

Turning around again, he gently encouraged his daughter Liu Fuyue and his son-in-law Wu Chang'an.

Finally, Liu Changxu came to his daughter-in-law and carefully took the three months old grandchildren from Sun Yuyao, Chen Lin and Song Rong'er. The little guys had red faces, like ripe apples, with bright eyes, and curiously looking at this strange and kind grandfather.

Liu Changxu couldn't help but stretch out his finger and poked their cheeks gently, causing the young grandchildren to giggle. The whole family gathered around, and the warm atmosphere became stronger and stronger.

At Duan Yuwei's suggestion, the family had a simple but warm dinner. The spiritual meal on the table was carefully prepared by Zi Ling and Zi Su. Although the grade was not high, it was full of the taste of home. Everyone laughed and shared every bit of separation, and the atmosphere was very warm.

After dinner, Liu Changxu immediately arranged for his wife Duan Yuwei to find out about the situation of Liu Fujiao, the daughter of Zhenhai Sect. Then, he resisted the desire to get intimate with his wives, turned around and stepped into the retreat room of Ruyi Lotus Palace, and continued to retreat and consolidate his cultivation.

When Liu Changxu went into seclusion again to consolidate his cultivation, the situation on Mazu Continent changed suddenly again.

The Great Yan Immortal Dynasty, a vast territory, a large population and a strong strength, is now shrouded in the shadow of death and despair.

The Supreme Elder Murong Qingyun, the guardian of the Great Yan Immortal Dynasty, unfortunately failed in a thrilling battle of life and death.

This battle is actually not complicated. Due to the fierce offensive of the blood clan army, the city-sharing formation of the capital of the Dayan Immortal Dynasty faced the danger of being broken many times.

In order to alleviate the defensive pressure of the National Capital Moat Formation, Murong Qingyun had to take the initiative to attack, but accidentally fell into the siege of four powerful blood clans in the tribulation period.

Although Murong Qingyun's strength is good, he is not as strong as Liu Changxu. Under the storm-like attacks of four powerful men from the Vampire Tribulation Period, he gradually fell into a desperate situation.

His clothes were broken, and blood stained the land under his feet red, but he still resisted tenaciously. Every counterattack was resolute and his jade was burning. However, in the end, he fell into a pool of blood, his soul dissipated, and a generation of powerful men died.

The news of Murong Qingyun's death was like a bombshell, which instantly caused panic and chaos in the Great Yan Immortal Dynasty. Without the protection of the powerful men in the Tribulation Period, the defense system of the Great Yan Immortal Dynasty was as fragile as paper. The blood clan army swept across the entire Great Yan Immortal Dynasty like a surging tide, with endless killing and greed.

Cities fell in the war, and countless human monks were slaughtered and sacrificed by the blood clan army. The crying and screaming were intertwined into a sad song on earth.

Although the army and monks of the Dayan Immortal Dynasty fought back, they were unable to resist the fierce offensive of the blood clan. Soon, the entire Dayan Immortal Dynasty collapsed and the prosperity of the past turned into ruins.
Chapter completed!