Starting with Hundred of Millions of Guardian Spirits

"dad."

When Xia Yan came to the courtyard.

It is autumn, the peach tree in the courtyard is still strong and strong, the branches of the tree are dotted with pink-white peach blossoms, blossoming, swaying with the wind, in the hazy, like a white ocean.

Some petals fell lightly on the loess bag below.

This is a small grave bag with no monument and no name.

Standing under the flower tree was a man standing with his hands. He heard the voice behind him and said calmly: "Your mother liked peach blossoms the most during her lifetime."

"So I took a peach blossom tree for her from Kunlun Mountain that never withered."

While speaking, the man turned around, his eyes fixed on Xia Yan who was not far behind him.

He is Xia Feng, the heaven of this ninth realm, a man whose wealth and lives are tied to him in the ninth realm.

But today, he has only one identity, that is Xia Yan's father.

The father and son haven't seen each other for some time.

Xia Yan roughly calculated it. Since he drove Xia Yan to Lintao City, almost three years have passed since then.

The child in his eyes has grown up a lot and has become a lot stranger.

And Xia Yan was so in Xia Yan's eyes.

Xia Yan, who has experienced all sorts of past lives, understands the value of family affection better than he used to.

Maybe I didn't understand it before, but Xia Yan cares very much now.

He could see that before he knew it, his father's temples had turned pale.

"Old fellow, you're old." Xia Yan said suddenly with some confusion in his heart.

Xia Feng raised his brows, and said angrily: "Smelly boy, it's still not big or small. It seems that all the suffering of the past few years has been for nothing."

Xia Yan grinned.

Xia Feng walked towards him, and when he passed by, he whispered: "Have you made a decision?"

"Yeah." Xia Yan nodded.

Xia Feng stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Since I have a decision, then go."

After speaking, Xia Feng left silently.

Xia Yan didn't turn around.

Wu Xie looked at the strange father and son. He really didn't expect that the father and son who hadn't seen them in the past few years would say goodbye in such a situation.

"Your father once blocked me. It is natural to say that. After all, no one can guarantee that after his child goes to Bai Yujing, there is no chance of seeing him again in his lifetime."

"I can see that he cares about you."

"I know." Xia Yan smiled slightly.

Xia Yan, who has memories of past lives, certainly knows his father.

I didn't talk much, just because I was too reluctant, I didn't even know how to say goodbye.

But he must go to Bai Yujing.

When Xia Yan learned about Wu Xie's strength and Wu Xie's promise to him, he understood that there is no place in this world that can compare with Bai Yujing's help to him.

Bai Yujing is like a platform, and he himself will use this platform to go further and become stronger.

The precursor of the catastrophe has already appeared, and he needs more powerful strength, so he has no reason to give up this opportunity.

And Xia Yan is confident to believe in himself.

That Golden Immortal's threshold requirement is nothing. This restriction may be as difficult as reaching the sky for others, but when placed on him, he is confident that he will break through in a short time.

At that time, I didn't want to come back.

To be strong, this is just a short parting.

The next moment, Xia Yan lost his mind, and his eyes fell on his mother's grave bag.

Since Wu Xie brought him here, it is obvious that the relics Wu Xie's mouth was here.

What else did mother leave for me?

In Xia Yan's memory, he couldn't even remember his mother's appearance, when he was too young.

However, after experiencing many things, Xia Yan had a feeling that his mother must be extremely concerned about him.

The relic left in Zhengyi ten years ago came to the head, but it still belonged to his son.

Like an unknown prophet, Xia Yan's mother had been paving the way for her children more than ten years ago.

How could Xia Yan not be moved by this mother.

He is not a stone, and there is a soft place in his heart.

Later, Xia Yan bowed to his mother's tomb three times.

The man has gold under his knees, but gold counts in front of his parents.

Wu Xie didn't talk nonsense, he stretched his finger in the void and tapped a few times.

Xia Yan immediately noticed a strange wave of fluctuations.

He was familiar with this feeling, it was when he entered the Treasury of the Emperor of Heaven, he also had the strange feeling of being taken by Wu Xie to appear all over the country.

The rules of space.

Wu Xie's fingertips contain some spatial rules.

This is the watershed between the sage and the fairy.

Then, under the planning of Wu Xie's fingertips, on the peach blossom tree in front of him, pink and white petals rushed down.

The petals did not fall, but a strange trajectory was outlined in front of the two of them.

Xia Yan gradually looked into his mind. Before he knew it, he sat cross-legged with five hearts facing the sky. The pink and white flowers in front of him gradually enlarged. In the hazy dream, he actually fell into a wonderful realm of enlightenment.

The sea of ​​flowers in front of me is no longer flowers, but has become an endless, endless blue sea.

And Xia Yan, he stood alone on the tumbling waves.

Following the flow, the sky shook, and made him feel nauseous and panicked.

What is this place? !

I will die? !

During the tumbling, Xia Yan sensed the crisis of death.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in Xia Yan's mind.

"Don't be afraid of it, don't lose to it."

"When the body is like a rock, let the waves surging and remain indifferent."

"Turn yourself into a sword, pierce through thorns and cut through thorns, suppress the fierce sea under the sea of ​​snow-capped mountains, and in the world, Haiyan rises to peace."

When the soft voice sounded, the anxiety in Xia Yan's heart suddenly disappeared.

He gradually settled on the rough sea.

As a stone, that man's mind is like a sword, letting the raging waves rise to the sky, I stand still.

In reality, Wu Xie suddenly glanced at Xia Yan in surprise, the corners of his mouth gradually raised, and his face was relieved, and he said to himself: "Good boy, I realized the sword intent of Dahe in this short period of time."

"Yes, what your mother left you is the secret method on the third floor of the fifth city on the twelfth floor of Bai Yujing, Dahe Jianyi."

"Senior brother, I used this sword intent to split the sky and the earth, killing millions of lives. This sword intent is my first heavy attack in Bai Yujing."

"Do you know that it took a full three hundred and sixty-one years and ninety-eight days when the brother realized the sword intent of this big river, and you actually realized it in an instant."

"Good boy, hehe, fortunately you can't hear it now, otherwise, brother, I won't have a place to put my face."

...

Outside the courtyard wall, the expressions of two men eavesdropping standing outside the small gate of the garden suddenly changed.

One is full of surprise, the other is happy from ear to ear.

"Ahem, did you hear the little bee, Bai Yujing's Wu Xie is complimenting your son."

"Hey, Coyote, look at what surprised you. What's so surprising. My son was praised. That's justified. It should be. What's so strange."

"Ouch, I find that your face is getting thicker now."

"Yo-yo-yo, I think you are just envious and jealous."

"Damn, what am I jealous of? How beautiful my girl is, and I am jealous of your son, bah."

"Ha ha."

"Oh, what do you mean by laughter?"

"Personal taste, you fine taste..."