The gods of war waved their sleeves and left, taking with them all the gods in the sky and many divine soldiers.
In the blink of an eye, peace was restored to three thousand generations.
In front of the Godhead, Ji Yue's faults and crimes were all wiped out.
Even if he still has to debate it, Qing Ge has a firm idea in his heart.
With the godhead in hand, she can ask for the treasures of heaven and earth in the immortal world, and she can ask for royal power and wealth, but she doesn't want anything, as long as her man is safe and sound.
As for the Godhead being handed over to the Gods of War so casually, it was not because Ye Qingge believed in the character of the Gods of War, but because Ji Yue’s father was the God of Qingyuan. Since she had given the Godhead, people in the Immortal Realm were
Under Qingyuan Shen's nose, he definitely wouldn't dare to play other tricks.
Qingge has its own trade-offs.
Ji Yue came to her side, rubbed her head and messed up her silver hair.
"Stupid, it's unnecessary."
Ji Yue said.
Qingge looked up at him, stretched out her hands, "Hug me."
Ji Yue's eyes were full of adoration, and she picked her up by her waist regardless of the looks of many onlookers.
Little Baozi tilted his head, blinked, and glared at Ji Yue angrily.
He also wanted to hold his mother.
Suddenly, Mo Xie picked up the little bun and said with a smile: "I can only give you a hard time and let your Uncle Mo hold him."
Little Baozi's pink and fleshy little hands pushed Mo Xie's face hard to prevent Mo Xie from getting closer.
Mo Xie's eyes looked sad, "Is Uncle Mo annoying?"
The little bun was stunned for a moment, then he slowly lowered his hand, hooked his arm around Mo Xie's neck, and kissed the side of Mo Xie's face.
"Ye'er likes Uncle Mo the most."
Mo Xie's face lit up with joy, and a cunning look flashed deep in his eyes. The little bun saw it clearly and clearly, and he couldn't help but sigh: How can men nowadays be more childish than children? They are really called Ye'er's brains.
It hurts.
...Fire Sky.
After a huge battle, peace gradually returned.
Old friends from the Four-Star Continent, masters of hidden cultivators, Lord Haitang and others all gathered in the Divine Realm Palace of the Alliance Empire.
Even everyone from the Nine Realms is here.
The high-level guardians of the Nine Realms are inquiring about the news in the Flame Heaven and the Three Thousand Worlds.
The last news they brought was: Mo Xie, the ghost king of the evil palace, was sentenced to death by Pingxi God of the Immortal Realm.
Luo Sangong, on the other hand, patiently explained to the cultivators from the Four-Star Continent what the Immortal Realm was. Everyone suddenly understood and their hearts were shocked.
After all, they were sitting in a well and looking at the sky. They originally thought that the Heavenly Realm of the Gods was already the top existence, but later they discovered that there is another place called Sanqianshi, and above the sky is the Palace of Eternal Life! "Ah...Mrs. Mo..." Su Ya heard this
When he was sentenced to death, he fainted and fell into Mo Yuntian's arms.
Miss Ah Jiu rushed over, gave Su Ya a soothing elixir, and then pinched her, and Su Ya gradually woke up.
"Madam, how are you?"
Mo Yuntian asked.
Su Ya's hair, above her temples, was dyed too much white.
Two years after Mo Xie left home, as a mother, her hair turned gray with worry.
Su Ya shed tears and was in great pain. She gently tugged on her husband's clothes and choked in a low voice: "Death penalty... Xie Er's death penalty... He is still so young... He has not yet married and has children... He..." Su Yayue said.
The more excited she became, Miss Ah Jiu gently stroked Su Ya's back, hoping that Su Ya's emotions would calm down.
"Why are we Xie'er so miserable?"
Regardless of her image, Su Ya burst into tears in front of everyone, with tears streaming down her face, "Xie'er, how about we not go anywhere, how about we come back to our mother's side..." Su Ya closed her eyes, and her big tears fell like tears.
The beads of thread trickled down.
Seeing Su Ya collapse like this, Mo Yuntian felt very uncomfortable. Thinking of the word "death penalty", he panicked and even couldn't stand firm.
However, he is the backbone of the family, a father and a husband. He is a mountain that cannot fall. No matter how sad he is, he can only endure it.
"If this is true, it will be Xie'er's fate."
Mo Yuntian said: "Xie'er is worthy of being the son of my old Mo family. Aya, you see, he was sentenced to death by Pingxi God of the Immortal Realm. Ordinary people can't do it. He is getting more and more exhausted."
His tone was obviously casual, but for some reason, as he was middle-aged and mature, his eyes turned red, and he was choking at the end.
Mo Yuntian turned away and said: "It's not a capital crime, but I have to take him home. My son returns home in fine clothes. Even if he has ashes, he can be considered a filial son by his parents' side until they die."
Su Ya cried so hard that she was out of breath, and the others also felt heavy and depressed.
The old friends of Four Stars have all met Mo Xie more or less.
As a friend, Mo Xie is a very good person.
"capital offense?
What capital crime?"
A clear voice sounded, mixed with a bit of unruliness and some questions.
The familiar voice made Mo Yuntian and his wife a little stunned, and they even suspected that they were hearing hallucinations.
As if she had been electrocuted, Su Ya pushed Mo Yuntian away suddenly, stood up and looked around. Outside the main hall door, she saw a corner of a red robe like a blood-stained victory flag, dancing lightly in the light of the setting sun.
The man in red robe, wearing a pure gold mask, looked at them with his eyes.
Behind Mo Xie were the Lin sisters.
"Xie'er?"
Su Ya ran forward, stumbling and tripping along the way.
When she was about to fall to the ground, a skeletal hand held her up. Su Ya suddenly looked at Mo Xie and burst into tears: "Xie'er, is that you Xie'er?"
"Mom, it's me, your unfilial son Mo Xie."
Mo Xie's eyes were slightly red.
Su Ya threw herself into Mo Xie's arms, "You unfilial son, you are going to scare your mother to death. They all say that you were sentenced to death by Pingxi God. You don't even know how painful it is to be your mother."
I almost thought I would never see this unfilial son like you again."
Mo Xie supported Su Ya, and after Su Ya felt better, he knelt down on one knee.
"The unfilial son Mo Xie came to meet his parents and made them worried. It is the son's fault."
Mo Xie said.
Su Ya felt heartbroken and quickly helped Mo Xie up, "You being alive is a great gift to your parents. Xie'er, tell your mother quickly, that sin..." "No sin."
A clear and ethereal voice sounded, and a group of people were seen walking from outside the hall.
Uncle Mo and others looked over and were slightly stunned.
Granny Xue Ying and other hidden masters were all shocked.
She, with silver hair and red clothes, was seen walking in the front, with Ji Yue and Aventurine Cod on her left and right sides, and further out were Empress Fengqi and the Demon God.
In addition, there are Qiu Qingqing, Zhang Liren, Jiu Ci and Mo You.
In Qingge's hand, she held the cute little bun.
The aura emanating from this group of people shocked the world and made everyone stunned, as if they saw a group of fighting gods, covered in a halo of glory.