After Lin Jianxing yelled these words hysterically, his whole body was as if prostration, and then he looked at Li Tianming, laughed and shed tears.
Except for his laughter, the entire Mausoleum of Ten Thousand Swords was dead silent.
However, Li Tianming could clearly feel that after the words'Lin Mu' appeared in the Ancestral Mausoleum, countless violent storms were brewing around him, and soon the whole world would be overthrown.
Those eyes that scrutinized him one after another began to become hot.
"This person, his name is Lin Feng, because he accidentally broke into a private manor of a cultivator called'Gong Shu Ding', and was caught by the public defeat, and asked him to declare his identity. He never expected that he actually broke Lin Mu. The identity of the son of Lin Mu! No one in the world would call himself the son of Lin Mu!"
"Besides, please look at his appearance, look at his arm, look at his stubborn behavior with foreigners... All of this, without words, without blood verification, can prove that he is the son of Lin Mu! Maybe! No one thought that Lin Mu would leave an heir before he died, but the existence of this person is ironclad proof!"
Lin Jianxing said for a long time.
"As the so-called father's debt is paid, now, I send this son of Lin Mu to the Mausoleum of Ten Thousand Swords, right in front of the ancestors and sects, please make your elders decide!"
After Lin Jianxing finished speaking, the entire Mausoleum of Ten Thousand Swords was still dead.
"Look up."
An indifferent, low, and intolerable voice rang in Li Tianming's ears.
Li Tianming pursed his lips and did so.
Everyone was looking at his face, his arms, even, examining his soul.
call!
Many strong men took a breath.
"This look... is ironclad proof."
"The only difference is white hair! White hair, wait, who is his mother?!"
"Impossible, if it were her, how could it fall into our hands!"
"Too… "
"But it is undeniable that he is the son of Lin Mu."
"The bastard, the bastard was left behind, and was brought to the ancestral mausoleum. Who will God spare, haha!"
"Counting time, this child is at least a hundred years old, but his body has not even condensed the small sky star map. Such a talent for cultivation, let alone the second sword vein family, is not as good as our Lin family's EMI branch!... Just by looking at this talent, you know who planted it!"
Countless messy sounds, like heavy hammers, hit Li Tianming's head.
He raised his head, but his eyes were almost blinded by sword light!
"Son of Lin Mu!"
Just as Lin Jianxing expected.
The Mausoleum of Ten Thousand Swords is boiling.
Everyone stared at Li Tianming, like a hundred thousand lions, staring at a bug.
Those of them who have practiced for thousands of years are most afraid of playing Li Tianming to death if they are not careful.
Often the more so, the less Li Tianming will die.
However, capital crimes are inevitable, and living crimes are inevitable!
He clearly felt that, except that he couldn't even move the mustard seeds, his body began to bear the terrifying pressure from these 100,000 strong men.
Puff puff!
One by one, the mustard seeds were overwhelmed and began to bleed and even exploded.
Everywhere on his body, bleeding began to penetrate.
Including eyes, nose, lips!
All are black blood.
Severe pain, everywhere in the body.
Even the Qingling Pagoda can't be saved.
"It's so cruel! But, as long as you don't die!"
Relying on this spiritual will, Li Tianming was ready to sustain it.
He was really not frightened!
He thought he could deny it, but he didn't expect everyone to conclude that he was Lin Mu's son when they saw him. That sophistry also lost its meaning.
This road is amazing!
He can only grit his teeth, die, and wait!
With blood in his eyes, he only saw two people besides Lin Jianxing.
These are two middle-aged people.
One man and one woman.
There is no doubt that they are in the most prosperous age of cultivation, and their strength will be much stronger than that of public defeat. They are definitely one of the leaders of the sword god Lin.
The man in Tsing Yi on the left wears a star sword robe and a dragon-shaped crown on his head. The strands of hair are knotted together, and countless swords are circulating in it.
On the right is a woman in a purple dress, very graceful and luxurious, with eyes like a purple starry sky. On the long skirt on the floor, every tassel is in the shape of a purple sword.
"The third channel master, the seventh channel master."
Lin Jianxing saluted them respectfully.
Sure enough, their status is lofty, they are the top powerhouses on this dark star, and in this boundless realm, they are all people who call the wind and call the rain.
Their supernatural power and magnanimity shine like a source of stars.
They stood very close to Li Tianming.
The reason why they are so close is actually to protect Li Tianming, because behind them, the group of heroes is angry. These are the'giants' of the sword god Lin. If they didn't pay attention, they might crush Li Tianming.
From the fall of the King of the Sun to everyone shouting and beating, this gap is unbearable for ordinary people.
"Who is your mother?"
Asked the seventh vein master who was wearing a purple skirt.
When she asked, Li Tianming was more relaxed, at least he could speak.
"I don't know, I'm an orphan. Maybe I'm dead." Li Tianming said.
The woman in the purple dress leaned into his ear, staring into his eyes, and asked, "Isn't it Idaiyan? On this dark star, only their clan has white hair."
Li Tianming shook his head.
The two peak powers looked at each other.
"illegitimate child."
The third vein master draws a conclusion.
"At the beginning, love was too much to die for, but in the end there were illegitimate children, haha." The seventh channel master sneered.
"Two pulse masters, how do you deal with him?"
Lin Jianxing asked urgently.
The two of them looked at Li Tianming again.
The seventh channel said: "Don't do other things for the rest of your life, just kneel to death in front of the Mausoleum of Ten Thousand Swords, and make atonement for your father. We ancestors sacrificed."
"If you want to spit, you can do it at any time."
The Lord of the Third Vessel smiled.
"Don't, it's dirty with saliva." The woman in the purple skirt said.
They turned around and issued an order.
"Sacrifice to the ancestors!"
"Yes!"
Snapped!
Li Tianming couldn't control his body.
He was controlled like a puppet, knelt in the direction of the Mausoleum of Ten Thousand Swords and threw his five bodies on the ground.
The key is that on his back, it was like a star sea god ship was crushed.
The pressure from the high-level gods of the universe penetrated every mustard seed, pressing him to bleed, especially his knees, directly shattering.
awful!
"Don't cry, this is just the beginning, you have to be like this all your life, you can't die if you want to."
Lin Jianxing patted him on the shoulder and smiled cruelly.
"Maybe I still have a chance to comeback."
Li Tianming gritted his teeth and grinned.
"Dream well."
Lin Jianxing passed him and walked towards the crowd.
The whole clan are very gentlemen, so from beginning to end, no one looked at Jiang Fei and them, only aimed at Li Tianming.
The voices of them kneeling and singing their ancestors came from ahead.
Various sacrifices go up in turn.
Li Tianming was at the back of the crowd, kneeling all the time, dripping blood on the ground, staining the soil below, and his knees were already deformed.
"What does it feel like?"
The sound of Yinghuo changed.
They used to play around, but now their eyes are red.
"Nothing."
Li Tianming gritted his teeth and smiled.
"Aren't you frustrated?"
"There is nothing to be aggrieved. If you are better than others, you have no right to speak, you can't die anyway... If you are lucky enough to have a chance to practice normally, I have to thank them. Without this kneeling today, without these humiliations, I am not enough. Motivation to force yourself. Dark Star... Very good, very challenging!"
"You are afraid of being stupid, now everyone is your dog."
Yinghuo rolled her eyes and said.
"Ha ha."
Li Tianming smiled.
Like a lunatic.
"Nothing. Just give me a chance to stand up, and I will definitely let these 100,000 people see me, who is different from today."
Today, he is silent, speechless, and can only endure.
There is no right to say a word for yourself.
What's more uncomfortable is that Li Muyang didn't make it clear because of time constraints, so he didn't even understand what happened in the past!
However, Li Tianming wanted to change.
He squeezed the black sand on the ground, and was still suffering from the monstrous suppression, even his eyes were dripping blood.
The embarrassment is no longer enough to describe.
"Misery is the wealth of life, I earned it today."
Li Tianming lowered his head, still laughing.
"Spiritual victory, bull!" Yinghuo said contemptuously.
"Damn, I'm like this, you still come to fight?" Li Tianming vomited blood.
"I am adding suffering to you, which is equivalent to increasing the wealth of your life."
"...!"
After they have finished offering sacrifices to their ancestors, they will probably come to toss themselves forever.
Not to mention a stable practice opportunity.
Therefore, Li Tianming just wanted to ask, are there no grandparents and grandpas for these 100,000 people
They are Lin Mu's regrets...
"Father, you can't pit me out of my pants, right!"
I have to keep a little bit of it!