Zong Ling was horrified when he heard this. Knowing that Zong Shou wanted to use Zong Shi's head to establish his authority again. After taking a look at Zong Shi, who had no color left and his eyes were full of despair, he nodded slightly without hesitation: "This person colluded with foreign enemies and wanted to assassinate the Crown Prince. He is the culprit who disrupted the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony. It can be said that zuì大èji! It’s time to kill the beast to appease the wrath of heaven!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the thousands of people under the altar fell to the ground one after another. They all knelt down and prostrated, their expressions full of enthusiasm and inexplicable surprise.
Many people have not recovered from the shock just now, and they only feel that their hearts are surging and they can't help themselves.
The rumors are unbelievable! Your Majesty, he is not a useless person! Not only that, but he is also a master of both spiritual and martial arts, and is extremely talented and beautiful! He is Qian Tianshan, the true heir of the Demon King, and he will also be the future king who can make Qian Tianshan truly dominate Yunlu!
They all felt hot in their chests, as if they were flowing with lava. At this moment, he also hated people like Zong Shi Zong Yang to the extreme!
If it weren't for these villains, the remnants of the direct lineage of the clan would be making trouble. Why did Qiantian Mountain City suffer such losses again
Thinking of the thrilling situation just now, everyone even broke out in a cold sweat. If it weren't for the prince Yingwu, he would have mastered the imperial martial arts and mountain and river swordsmanship long ago.
In that battle just now, these people might have succeeded. This makes them embarrassed to see their deceased ancestors
"Please the prince, please kill the clan and clarify the punishment! To appease the anger of heaven!"
The voices of thousands of people merged into one sound, which immediately shook the entire mountain top. Among everyone present, only the dozen clan elders did not kneel down. Standing under the stone altar, it looked extremely abrupt. At this moment, the eyes of these dozen people showed the slightest hint of jealousy and helplessness.
Zong Shou chuckled and swung down the Jiulin Sword in his hand. Just as a blade shadow was drawn, a muffled groan suddenly came from the distance: "Stop! Even if Zongshi made a mistake, he should be punished after being convicted according to the clan rules and decrees! The prince is not the clan leader and demon king, and he will punish him without authorization , if you execute them without trial, don’t you think you are overstepping your authority?”
A thin blue silk thread in the void, winding from a distance to the mouth, looks like water but not water, looks like gold but not gold, somewhere between tangible and intangible. After getting close, an invisible force immediately blocked his sword movement.
When Zong Shi heard this, his eyes suddenly showed a look of ecstasy. The original despair gradually faded away. The dozen elders of the Zong clan also looked forward to it. With uncle Zong here, even if he can't depose this sect guard, he can certainly suppress his arrogance!
Let these people know that the direct descendants of the clan should not be insulted! It was definitely not Zong Weiran who showed mercy in the first place!
Zong Shouze raised his eyebrows and looked at the source of the sound. I saw a person in the distance, approaching with a weapon. There are bamboo slips under his feet. He is tall and slender. He looks about forty years old, but his eyes are extremely weathered, and he has no idea how old he is. He held a blue round pill in his hand, which seemed to be made of countless filaments. It was the source of those blue threads.
It's surprising when luck comes to his eyes. I just felt that this person's soul was actually brilliant and vast. Astonishingly, there seemed to be ten talismans floating in the sea of this person's soul power.
"Ten true talismans?"
The Huanyang realm spiritual master reaches the peak after reaching the Nine Realm Talisman. But as long as your soul sea can hold it, this true talisman can still be condensed. You can accumulate strength faster to impact the day travel realm!
I thought that this person should be the uncle of the Zong family, Huanyang Peak, no wonder Du Zong Weiran disappeared. The Tianhu clan is still the undisputed largest clan in Qiantian Mountain City. Not only does it have a large population, but also because of the strong people in the clan, it is still the leader of all the clans in Qiantian.
There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and he struck out with another sword almost without thinking. In my mind, a secret formula once again passed through my mind, and I softly chanted again, "Just because of love, thought and hatred!"
The sharp sword light seemed to suddenly appear. As soon as Fang stepped out, he was already hundreds of feet away. The suddenness of the sword's power reached the extreme, and it was almost reaching its extreme.
The power of youthfulness in that dark epiphyllum moment has disappeared at this moment. But this style of "Infinite Sword" gathered all Zong Shou's strength and soul energy in one place in an instant. It was like a lingering love that could not be cut off even if it was missed for thousands of miles. And the hatred was so overwhelming that it was endless. Everything. All the thoughts are gathered in one sword.
Make the power of this sword as thin as a gossamer and have endless waves!
Just hearing a "chila" sound, a few threads in the air were cut off instantly.
The sharp and lingering sword wire still didn't give up and pierced the middle-aged man's throat again.
Uncle Hu Zong was furious at first that day. It seemed that it was completely unexpected that Zong Shou actually dared to use force against him, and then he looked at him sternly.
After firing several spiritual arts in a row, a spiritual shield of five elements formed in front of him. There are nine floors in total, layer upon layer distributed in front of you.
However, these shields have not yet truly gathered together. The silhouette of the gossamer sword suddenly stabbed the corpse from the most unexpected direction.
"Bop!"
A five-element spiritual shield dispersed in an instant and was cracked instantly. It was actually at the node where the spiritual energy gathered that it disrupted all the original arrangement of spiritual energy. It was shattered effortlessly. What followed was even more powerful. Several layers of five-element spiritual shields were the same and could not stop them. That sword silk half a moment.
The middle-aged man in white shrank his eyes. With a flick of his big sleeve, a plume of rich soul smoke spurted out. In mid-air, it transformed into a giant eagle with a wingspan of seventy feet. When the wings spread out, a burst of absorbed soul energy immediately overflowed.
Everyone present is under the realm of Wuzong. His face was covered with cold sweat, and he had to endure a huge pressure that overwhelmed his mind before he showed his body. The giant eagle let out a clear roar and clawed downwards with its sharp claws like giant steel pliers.
Zong Shou laughed and flipped the Jiulin Sword in his hand slightly. The gossamer sword energy changed its trajectory. Avoiding the sharp claws, it only sliced through the chest and abdomen of the giant eagle. With another hiss, the sixth-level peak soul beast was instantly cut into two halves.
The middle-aged man in white saw this but didn't care. Although the soul beast's combat power has been reduced compared to what it was in life. However, as long as the soul stone is not destroyed and the spiritual master has enough soul energy to infuse and repair it, it will continue to regenerate.
But in the next moment, his pupils shrank sharply, and in an instant, they condensed into needle shapes!
The gossamer sword energy somehow emits a whirlpool force. The giant eagle's soul smoke dispersed, absorbing most of it in a moment, and then exploded again,
The soul stone in the sleeve of the middle-aged man in white also exploded into pieces at the same time. The soul was also unprepared for the backlash. There was a violent dizziness in his mind.
And the thin sword wire in front is already in front of you. At this moment, he could hardly use any spiritual skills. He could only use all his strength to control the bamboo slip-shaped spiritual weapon under his feet, and flew away crazily. He didn't stop until he was hundreds of feet away.
But he only saw a cold feeling on his neck, and when he touched it with his hand, his hand was filled with blood. I don’t know when this wound was injured by the gossamer sword energy. It enters the flesh within an inch, and is only a few centimeters away from the backbone of the throat!
The middle-aged man in white suddenly looked at him with disbelief.
He was actually injured and at his peak, but he was no match for this fourteen-year-old boy! What a shame!
The more than ten elders of the clan were once again in a state of despair and could not speak. Even Uncle Zong, whom they relied on as their backer, the Great Wall. Was he also defeated
"Hey! Today is the day that I ascend the throne, and I am in a good mood. I don't want to kill anymore. Since you are the clan's elder brother, there is nothing wrong with me, so I will spare your life for the time being!"
Zongshou smiled coldly, it wasn't that he didn't want to kill, but that he couldn't kill him. It's Xiao Jin who is out of control and his spiritual power is about to be exhausted. It was only at the last moment that I had to stop.
But bragging is not illegal anyway, and no one will refute it at this time. I'm afraid that the uncle Zong himself wouldn't be able to notice it.
"As for this clan, if I say he dies today, I will never let him live for a moment longer! You, a little clan uncle, stop making noise in front of me!
He waved his sword with ease and slashed it down again. He directly chopped off Zong Shi’s head! The man's blood had drained out, but his severed head was rolling on the ground, his eyes still wide open and unable to close his eyes.
Zong Shou was slightly distracted in his thoughts. Ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains can be determined in ten years, and eternal hegemony can be achieved in hundreds of battles; it is better to hold a cup and get drunk, just because of endless love, thoughts and hatred!
In his previous life, he concentrated on martial arts and had nothing to do with poetry.
It doesn’t matter whether these sentences contrast neatly or rhyme.
But I know that the meaning of these sentences is probably consistent with Zong Weiran's state of mind.
A series of thoughts suddenly appeared in my mind.
Was this created by Zong Weiran? Why was it that the first martial arts book I saw in my previous life were these fist techniques
There was a vague fear in my chest, afraid of the truth after this.
It wasn't until Zong Ling coughed as a reminder that he suddenly woke up and leaned down to worship the sky again. Then you only need to complete this last step, and the entire ceremony is completed.
The next moment, he heard another soft hum: "Wait a minute!"
Zong Shou couldn't help but rolled his eyes and thought, are you still coming? I had no choice but to turn around.
I saw the middle-aged man in white, whose expression had recovered: "I heard that Zong Ming and Zong Hao all died in your hands?"
Zong Shou didn't answer silently. Although Zong Hao was killed by Zong Yuan, he died indirectly at his hands.
"There are nearly a thousand of my sect's Tianhu disciples who were also killed by your order?"
Seeing that Zong Shou did not deny it, Uncle Zong in white suddenly opened his eyes angrily and said with a stern voice: "That Zong Ming Zong Hao just recommended the candidate for the Demon King before you returned. What more crime should those more than a thousand disciples have? Should they be killed?" What evidence do you have that they are treasonous? Are such cruel, easy-to-kill, violent and unkind people worthy of being the leader of my Tianhu Clan?"
On the altar of sacrifice to heaven, there was silence again, filled with a gloomy and depressing atmosphere.
"When Uncle Zong said this, it seemed that there was some truth in it. Zong Shou was happy to hear it, with curiosity in his eyes: "But I inherited the position of Qiantian Demon King today, what does it have to do with the clan leader of the Zong clan? I really don’t understand, why should I, Zong Shou, be the leader of this Laoshizi Tianhu clan? "