The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

"God refining is still virtual, master of virtual realm? Impossible, are you not a mortal?" Nightmare exclaimed.

"I can't help you?" Yan Chuan laughed sarcastically.

"The Feng Shui master lied to me? He said that the Void Realm would not enter the Feng Shui array, why can you come in? He lied to me, ah!" Nightmare screamed.

"Feng Shui Master? Is this the Feng Shui array you guard?" Yan Chuan said lightly.

"Please forgive me, Senior, I can serve Senior as a slave!" Nightmare said in a panic.

Yan Chuan shook his head lightly: "Slave? I can't believe you!"

"No, I can swear, senior!" Nightmare exclaimed.

"Swear? I don't believe this, besides, if you don't die, our trapped feng shui array cage will not break open!" Yan Chuan shook his head.

As he spoke, Jinlong opened his mouth and suddenly vomited golden flames, spewing towards the nightmare.

"No, ah!" Nightmare called in pain.

Under the golden flames, the body of the nightmare seemed to be melting, the power of the virtual realm. It's not something Nightmare can resist.

Yan Chuan just watched coldly.

"Boom!"

The dream world shook for a while, like an earthquake. With the destruction of the nightmare, the entire dreamland seemed to be destroyed.

In the city, Yan Mansion!

"Wow!" "Wow!"………………

"Congratulations, Madam, it's a son, a son!" Wen Po was excited and ran to Mo Yuxi holding the baby.

Mo Yuxi's face was weak, his hair wet with sweat and pressed against his face. Looking at the baby Wen Po handed over.

A look of love.

"Dongen, my Dongen!" Mo Yuxi held the newly born baby weakly.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was shaking around the room.

"Ah, it's not good, it's an earthquake, it's an earthquake!" Jia Ding exclaimed.

Mo Yuxi also looked around in astonishment.

"Wow!" "Wow!"

The baby cried, as if fearing the end of the world.

what!

The golden flames of the Golden Dragon completely melted the nightmare, turned into a transparent liquid, shouted one last time, and the world tore apart.

"Woke up from the dream!" Yan Chuan exhaled.

"Boom!"

The dream world collapsed.

Jinlong grabbed the liquid from the nightmare and rushed into Yan Chuan's body.

And in Yan's house.

Mo Yuxi hugged the baby and looked around in horror.

When the surroundings broke apart, everything became illusory.

The baby in her arms gradually faded at this moment, and gradually disappeared.

"No, Dongen, Dongen!" Mo Yu screamed madly.

"Om!"

The dream is broken. The real person woke up.

Qinglong, Baihu, and Liu Jin were guarding outside the military tent, and suddenly, they heard the sound of screaming in the military tent.

"Dongen, Dongen, my Dongen!" Mo Yuxi's hissing sound came from the tent.

"The saint awake?" Everyone moved into the account together.

With two big beds in the tent, Mo Yuxi closed his eyes, as if he was clutching something in his hands.

"Holy woman! Saint woman!" Qinglong and Baihu said anxiously.

On the other side, Yan Chuan opened his eyes suddenly.

"Lord?" Liu Jin stepped forward immediately.

"Pen!" Yan Chuan said anxiously.

"Yes!" Liu Jin quickly took out Yan Chuan's jade brush.

Yan Chuan was holding the brush, and a group of transparent liquid suddenly appeared in front of him. The liquid touched the brush and was immediately sucked into it. After inhaling, the jade jade brush immediately emitted a faint mist, like a dream.

"Master, what is this?" Liu Jin asked in surprise.

"The dream nature obtained by refining the nightmare, with this dream nature, will add a lot to this brush! This pen will be called'Mengxian' in the future!" Yan Chuan said with satisfaction.

the other side.

"Huh!" Mo Yuxi woke up from his dream in tears.

"Dong En!" Mo Yuxi hissed and woke up.

"Saint!" Qinglong Baihu called.

Mo Yuxi was startled slightly, a large amount of memory filled his mind, and he remembered everything in a blink of an eye.

Thinking of everything, Mo Yuxi stopped shouting, took a long breath, and looked at Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan also looked at Mo Yuxi, the two of them stared at each other, and their bodies froze.

Although it is a dream, the life of the husband and wife is vivid, and the two even gave birth to a son, Yan Dongen.

Yan Chuan took a deep breath and nodded to Mo Yuxi.

Yan Chuan knew that dreams were just dreams after all, and Mo Yuxi couldn't be like dreams.

Seeing Yan Chuan's head nod, Mo Yuxi's eyes became more and more complicated, with an inexplicable emotion, he nodded slightly towards Yan Chuan.

The two looked at each other, embarrassed, and then released each other's gaze.

PS: More than 10,000 words, it broke out again! Ha ha!

If you like Emperor Xianguo, please collect it: (readwn.com) The literature of Emperor Xianguo has the fastest update speed.