Chapter 431：

Although she didn't really want to return to the capital, she didn't dare to face Chen Zhengxing, but in front of her own saints and ancestors, she naturally had no room to resist, and she was quickly taken away.

As a result, when she arrived at Shendu and entered the Floating Heavenly Palace, what she saw was an incredible scene:

Her son, Chen Qingyu, sat grandly on the top throne, but the Ninth Patriarch of the Chen family sat below him, and his status was obviously reversed.

Even more shocking:

The ancestor of the spiritual clan, the dignified saint of extreme transformation, actually nodded and bowed to Chen Qingyu, extremely respectful, what do you call "alliance leader"!

"This, this is..."

Ling Qiuxia was inexplicably afraid in her heart.

This outrageous scene obviously cannot be true, it must be the illusion of some powerful enemy that she unknowingly fell into.

"Who is it that wants to harm me?"

"Who can bypass Ancestral Tree and Wang Ting's array? Could it be that someone inside the Wang Ting wants to harm me?"

She was in a turmoil in her heart, and she stayed in place for a while.

"Mother!"

Chen Qingyu took two steps forward, held her hand lightly, and said with a slight smile:

"Our family can finally be reunited..."

Chapter 518 Reunion at the End! Medium

"reunion……?"

These two words clearly touched Ling Qiuxia.

She came back to her senses, couldn't help but carefully looked at Chen Qingyu in front of her, and said with some hesitation:

"You... are you really Qingyu? Didn't I fall into illusion?"

Chen Qingyu laughed dumbly and said:

"Mother, you think too much."

"I'm your son who is pretending to be a fake, where did the illusion come from?"

When Ling Qiuxia heard this, she couldn't help but whisper:

"But... but my spiritual ancestor, how can I be so respectful to you, and call you 'alliance leader'..."

"Cough cough!"

The ancestor of the spirit clan on the side coughed twice and said sternly:

"Qiuxia, you don't know something."

"Your son, Qing Yu, is already the leader jointly elected by the Holy Land Alliance, ruling over the Holy Lands and all the saints."

"what?"

Ling Qiuxia was taken aback, her eyes were a little blank:

"This... I really didn't fall into illusion? Holy Land Alliance?"

"Holy Land Alliance, how could my family Qingyu be the leader? Isn't this a joke?"

The Holy Land Alliance has been a widely circulated concept in the past six months, and she has naturally heard of it.

But the problem is:

In her impression, Chen Qingyu was still the weak son who had just been promoted to the real astral realm through a blood exchange ceremony more than a year ago.

Even though he has the reputation of being the first arrogant of all ages, he has also performed brilliantly at the Dragon Gate Dharma Conference, but it has only been over a year, so why can't he compete with the Saints of the Extreme Transformation Realm!

How can you change your body and become the leader of the Holy Lands? !

This is too outrageous!

"Ugh……"

Chen Qingyu helplessly covered his forehead and sighed.

He now finally understands that sometimes it is not a good thing for the strength to soar too fast, the impression is always easily subverted, and he has to explain it again and again.

In the end, with a look, he handed over this arduous task to the ancestor of the Spirit Race.

The ancestors of the spiritual clan understood, and immediately began to talk about Chen Qingyu's "glorious deeds".

What beat the Holy King Tianchen with one punch, what turned the tide and turned the tide of the battle, what ascended to the Second Divine Realm, the recognized future emperor...

In short, after a series of speeches, Ling Qiuxia was completely blinded.

"This this……"

After confirming again and again that she did not suffer from illusion, she finally reluctantly accepted this fact.

If it was someone else, she wouldn't necessarily believe it.

But for her own ancestors and dignified saints of extreme change, she can't even believe her own ancestors, right?

"so……"

She came back to her senses and looked at Chen Qingyu with unusually complicated eyes:

"Qing Yu, have you really become the second Yuan Emperor?"

Chen Qingyu shook his head:

"I'm still a long way off, I'm just the leader of the Holy Land Alliance, and it's not the day when the king will come to the world."

"At most, it's a little Yuan Emperor."

After speaking, he took Ling Qiuxia's hand and smiled slightly:

"Mom, let's go home first."

"Father has been waiting for you for more than 60 years..."

Ling Qiuxia suddenly trembled, and subconsciously wanted to speak and say something.

"Stop!"

Chen Qingyu preemptively attacked and continued:

"Don't mention the words of the past."

"Father never complained about you. Before his saint ceremony, he also said that if you refused to come to the capital, he would go and beg you in person."

When Ling Qiuxia heard the words, her expression changed slightly:

"Did he really say that?"

"Yes indeed!"

Chen Qingyu nodded:

"You can go and ask him yourself if you don't believe me."

"This……"

Ling Qiuxia was still a little hesitant, but Chen Qingyu made a decisive decision, pulled her up, and galloped away.

"hehe……"

Looking at the escape light they left, Jiuzu smiled slightly and said with emotion:

"It's been more than sixty years, it's not easy."

"It wasn't until Qing Yu became the first person in the wasteland that their family finally reunited."

On the side, the ancestor of the Spiritual Race, with a complicated expression, left silently.

…………

Shendu, Central District.

Chen Qingyu pulled his mother Ling Qiuxia and galloped all the way down, and soon arrived near his home.

"etc!"

When Ling Qiuxia saw the familiar courtyard gate, she immediately wanted to pull out her hand:

"I'm not ready yet..."

"Bang!"

The courtyard door was slammed open!

With a look of excitement, Chen Zhengxing rushed out of the courtyard and saw Ling Qiuxia in the sky at a glance.

Ling Qiuxia also saw him, her whole body froze instantly, and she subconsciously wanted to turn her head.

"Qiuxia..."

Chen Zhengxing rushed up instantly and hugged her in his arms, his voice choked.

Ling Qiuxia's body softened instantly, hugged him as well, and the two lines flowed down coldly and silently.

The two embraced and cried.

"..."

At the gate of the courtyard, Ling Shuangxue crept out. Seeing this scene, her eyes widened.

Chen Qingyu quickly put a finger in front of his mouth and made a "hush" gesture.

Ling Shuangxue immediately understood, followed Chen Qingyu and quietly left the place, leaving everything to the two parents who had reunited after a long absence.

After the two are far away:

"Qing Yu!"

Ling Shuangxue grabbed him and said seriously:

"thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

Chen Qingyu spread his hands and said seriously:

"That's my wish too, isn't it?"

"Our family was reunited after a long time, and we will never be separated again."

"Ok……"

Ling Shuangxue nodded and was about to say something.

"Ok?"

Chen Qingyu turned his head suddenly, saw a familiar figure, and frowned slightly:

"Ancestor of the Spiritual Race? What are you doing with me?"

The ancestor of the spiritual race smiled awkwardly, leaned forward, and said in a low voice:

"I have an unkind request. I want to ask the leader of the alliance."

Chen Qingyu's expression moved slightly, and he said:

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

The ancestor of the spiritual race took a deep breath and lowered his head:

"The old man asked the leader, it seems that your mother's blood is tied..."

"In the future... in the future, if the leader of the alliance takes action, can he only punish the first evil?"

Chen Qingyu narrowed his eyes when he heard the words.

No wonder, no wonder the ancestor of the Spirit Race became so respectful to him, with a dog-legged look of nodding and bowing.

After all, he is also a saint of extreme change. Even if he faces a future emperor, it will not be the case.

Turns out that was the real reason.

"Presumably, he is not the only one who guessed that I will liquidate in the future..."

He looked at the spirit clan ancestor who was in a low voice in front of him, and said lightly: