From NPC To Overlord

Step by step, Gu Chong had already taken eight steps in less than a snap of his fingers.

The nature of pure yang, the mind creates the ray of light, the mind creates the great thousand, the mind creates the world, predicts the misfortune and fortune, tears the void, creates the void, and refines the soul to become a god. The realm of eight robbery ghosts and immortals who become gods.

After eight steps, he needed to enter the core of Leihai for the last calamity, where the Nine Tribulations Ghost Immortal Land was achieved.

The thunder there is a trillion times more fierce than the outermost periphery. Even if the creator comes here, it will be wiped out in an instant, and there is absolutely no possibility of being spared.

Gu Chong had already faintly felt his limit. If he continued, he would be unpredictable.

With his foundation, as long as he draws it slowly, the Nine Tribulations Ghost Immortal is also within his grasp, and he is not in a hurry now.

Eight Tribulations Ghost Immortal is in line with his current physical realm of fist intent, and can maintain a balance, which can be regarded as meeting his expectations.

"It's time to go back!"

As soon as he thought about it, his soul was broken, and within a ten thousandth of his breath, he crossed an infinite distance and returned to his own body.

He also has an incarnation of the Holy Spirit Stone Womb that is being nurtured in the depths of the South China Sea. In the past three years, he has reached the pinnacle of human beings and immortals, and his combat power is equivalent to six tribulations.

But for the current Gu Chong, it is still not very helpful, it is better to continue to warm up.

The body has reached the essence of fist intent, and the soul has survived eight thunder tribulations. Now Gu Chong has almost stood at the peak of the Great Thousand World.

The sun **** is also within reach for him.

But his goal is far more than that, his goal is far more than the sun god, but the ultimate other shore.

But the method of detachment lies in the protagonist Hong Yi, and now he can only wait patiently for a while.

Before attaining the detachment, deepen the accumulation.

It is best that the physical body can be ever-changing, and the soul can survive the ninth thunder tribulation.

However, Dachan Temple's "Past Sutra" and "Future Sutra" can be obtained.

I want that book of good fortune.

Study it carefully too.

While thinking, Gu Chong's body trembled slightly, and he broke through the space and went to the Dachan Temple.

...

Marquis of Wuwen.

In the three years since Gu Chong disappeared, Hong Xuanji made great contributions to the army and was named Marquis of Wuwen by Yang Pan.

"Come on, Madam is going to give birth!"

A maid walks in a hurry.

Standing outside the delivery room, Hong Xuanji was very indifferent.

He didn't have the slightest expectation for the child to be born.

Because the union between him and Meng Bingyun was originally a transaction with Taishangdao, and there was no such thing as too much affection.

But now that he is in a high position, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at him, and he still has to do things where he should act.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Hong Xuanji's eyes flashed, and amidst the surprised gazes of the maids, he entered the inner room.

"what!"

Meng Bingyun's face was pale, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

At this time, she has not yet advanced to Martial Saint, Taoism has been broken again, and the pain of childbirth is not necessarily inferior to that of ordinary women.

Snapped!

Hong Xuanji took a step forward, pushed the two women away, and pointed at Meng Bingyun's eyebrows.

Under the slight vibration of True Qi, Meng Bingyun's pain was eased.

In front of Meng Bingyun, he still tried his best to maintain the image of a good husband.

"You're still in!"

Meng Bingyun said with difficulty.

"worried!"

Hong Xuanji grabbed Meng Bingyun's hand and frowned slightly.

In a place that no one could see, strands of golden light swirled, and with the slow birth of his son, that golden light gradually turned into a purple cloud, circling on Meng Bingyun's lower abdomen.

This is luck, also called fate!

In many, many worlds, each person is born, and his future is already doomed.

A person with a purple destiny can do anything more smoothly than a person with a white destiny.

After coming to Yangshen, he even looked at the fates of countless people intentionally or unintentionally, such as Yang Pan, the red gold dragon vein with a hint of purple energy, which represented the fate of the emperor, nine or five.

However, compared to his son's outrageous purple energy, it was nothing compared to his son.

This world, his son, is a well-deserved son of heaven!

Is all this in the dream machine's calculation?

Hong Xuanji did not feel the slightest joy in his heart.

"Wow!"

With a soft cry, the child was finally born.

"It's a young master! It's a young master!"

The two women were overjoyed and wiped their bodies for the newborn baby.

"Go out and get the reward!"

Hong Xuanji took the swaddling clothes with a smile.

Everyone, including Meng Bingyun, will not know what kind of feeling is in Hong Xuanji's heart, who is holding the baby with a smile at the moment.

His heart was clear and bright, and his eyes looked at the slowly flowing scriptures in the swaddling clothes, in the flesh of his son.

"The ninth day, Qianlong, don't use it...Shangjiu, Kanglong, you have regrets, seeing the dragons have no heads, auspicious..."

This scripture disappeared without a trace in a short period of time, and even Hong Xuanji only saw a few words.

In this world, anyone who sees it will not be different, but will be shocked and unimaginable.

Hong Xuanji smiled bitterly, what kind of monster is his son?

...

Time passed, and five years passed in a hurry.

There is nothing special about his son, except for the passing of the Purple Qi scriptures when he was born.

Except for a little more strength.

boom!

In the yard, a big fat child who was sluggish, lifted the stone table weighing hundreds of pounds, and smashed a rockery.

"Giggle!"

The big fat boy smiled happily, and even deliberately moved the rockery beside him.

"Hong Yi!"

Hong Xuanji, who was lying on the rocking chair, frowned and spoke softly.

"hug!"

Not only was the big fat boy not afraid, but he jumped on him. He was less than one year old and could already articulate clearly.

Hong Xuanji held the child in his arms, his brows thoughtful.

Hong Xuanji never taught him martial arts, and his strength was quite exaggerated.

But Hong Xuanji couldn't be happy~www.novelmt.com~ The more powerful his son was, the more vigilant he felt in his heart.

According to Hong Yi's talent, sooner or later, he will get out of his control, and then I don't know what kind of changes it will bring to the world, but Hong Xuanji is a master of Confucianism, and what he hates most is things that are out of control.

"Fist blessing, life and death suppression!"

Holding Hong Yi with one hand, Hong Xuanji's palm moved slightly, and his five fingers twisted one after another, turning into a small fist mark, which gently penetrated into Hong Yi's body.

The strange power in Hong Yi's body was banned.

"Wow!"

Hong Yi's body was shaken, and he only felt that his body was empty, as if he had suddenly lost his strength, and he couldn't help crying.

"Don't cry, don't cry!"

Hong Xuanji spoke softly, the sound wave vibrated slightly, Hong Yi forgot everything and fell into a deep sleep.

"Husband..."

At this time, Meng Bingyun came over with a bowl of porridge: "Is Yi Er asleep?"

"Ok."

Hong Xuanji casually handed the child to Meng Bingyun, and said softly, "In the future, he will not be allowed to practice martial arts."

"Why do you do this?" Meng Bingyun asked in confusion.

"The warriors are fighting fiercely. It is not suitable for him. He should develop in the direction of obtaining fame in the future."

Hong Xuanji held Meng Bingyun's cold palm and smiled lightly.

"Ok."

Meng Bingyun, who was caught in love calamity, responded softly and leaned on Hong Xuanji's chest.

"Dream Machine!"

Hong Xuanji embraced his wife and son, and his eyes crossed the sky with a hint of coldness.

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