"After all, I'm still guarding you, and you got involved too—"
The voice came faintly, and a figure quietly appeared beside Zong Shou.
His hand patted Zong Shou's shoulder to express comfort.
Zong Shou remained silent. Although he was filled with anger and hatred, he was still helpless.
There was nothing he could do about this Jueyan Holy Lord.
What I don't understand is why Lu Hanyan wants to go back with Jueyan voluntarily.
Then I heard the person next to me say sadly: "You don't need to be like this. Your mother owed your grandfather a lot for giving birth to you. Although she is out of trouble, she still has her own responsibilities and debts to pay. Holy Emperor Fenkong is a kind and righteous man, and he should never end up being betrayed by his relatives and driven off the throne. I am not only happy that your mother made this choice, but I am also happy to see it come to fruition—"
Zong Shou frowned. He didn't know much about the entanglement and his parents' experiences back then.
But since Zong Weiran said to his mother that he had a reason to do this, then my mother must have had her own reasons for kissing her.
I never expected that the Burning Sky Holy Emperor Lu Beiwu would have such a high opinion in Zong Weiran's mind.
Sighing slightly, Zong Shou turned his head and looked back at him.
After not seeing each other for several years, my father looked even more handsome. The face has a few more rigid lines, and the figure is still thin, but more like Xiong Shan.
But there was also a bit more vicissitudes of life in those eyes. Although the situation at this time is not very good.
Although Zong Weiran tried his best to hide it, he couldn't hide his newly awakened blood pupil magical power.
Leaning forward and bowing respectfully, Zong Shou said solemnly: "Father, you have suffered! It's because the child was late—"
Only then did he know that Zong Weiran was lying aside. Lin Xuanshuang was outside to support him, so he was not afraid of the Lord Tianqing.
There is the Burning World Blood Eye, and in that Nine Ultimate Death Prison, his combat power can be compared to the peak of the divine realm.
Working together with Zong Weiran is enough to fight Lu Tianqing.
But at this time, I was secretly happy. The Holy Master Yan Yuan took action in time.
Although his father and son had some chance of victory. But even if he wins, Zong Weiran's injury remains. It must also be heavier.
I secretly felt guilty in my heart, if it hadn't been for my father who gave me the Book of Zhou and fulfilled myself. Why is this so
Become a saint in one step. The Book of the Universe in the palm of your hand. At that time, even in the face of extreme situations, you can still have the power to escape.
"Did you still notice it? The Lu family's pinnacle magical power is indeed extraordinary!"
Zong Weiran chuckled and shook his head: "I have only been hiding in this prison of death for two years, which is nothing compared to your mother. But this time, it is thanks to you that I can escape safely! Unknowingly, Shou'er You have grown up! You just sent that Lu Tianqing into the six realms of reincarnation. He is really handsome. I have hated this person for a long time! But is it okay to be contaminated by Buddhist karma?"
Zong Shou's face was stunned for a while, and he felt a bit strange and uncomfortable when he heard Zong Weiran say these words.
After a few meetings and a few words, he listened to Zong Weiran's concern. My heart felt slightly warm again. He explained: "It doesn't matter! If you have a lot of debts, you don't have to worry about it. If you have a lot of lice, you won't be itchy. It's just a small matter."
He hated this Lu Tianqing equally, especially the incident with the red-fronted bird.
This person can be cast into the realm of animals and endure torture for eternity. These small costs are really nothing.
Besides, without realizing it, I already owed a lot to Buddhism.
At most, one day Buddhism will open another prison and create a truly blissful world. If you have the ability, just put in some effort.
Some! Too much is not enough.
Zong Weiran laughed dumbly and looked deeply in front of him. If you have a son like this, what else can you ask for
Immediately, he thought of Lu Hanyan who left with Jueyan, but felt sad again.
After more than twenty years, although the two met once, they never exchanged a word.
When she arrived at the Burning Sky Holy Court, she was caught in a storm and danger, and she had to deal with countless open and covert attacks.
His eyes flickered, and Zong Weiran said calmly: "Shou'er! If you can, you might as well go to the Burning Sky Holy Court and his party. Go and help your mother and your great-grandfather—"
Zong Shou was startled and looked back. But seeing Zong Weiran, he had a sad look on his face: "Although I am her husband, I am still an outsider to the Lu family. Interfering hastily will not only not help the matter, but will make his situation even more dangerous. At this time, I can You are the only one who can help your mother!"
Zong Shou was silent and thoughtful after hearing this.
Go to the Burning Sky Holy Court and become the first prince of the Lu family? Isn’t it just like the meaning of the ultimate flame
But I'm afraid I really have no other choice.
Just as he was thinking this, he saw Zong Weiran again, suddenly turning his head and looking in the direction of the shattered Nine Jue Death Prison, his sword eyebrows slightly condensed.
"Who are you? Why are you following me and lingering here?"
At this time, Zong Shou felt that there was something different in the energy in that direction, and there was a slight warning sign in his heart.
The next moment, a figure was seen stepping into the void.
He was a middle-aged man, wearing only a linen prison uniform and a low-quality sword around his waist. But when he walked towards him, he was very graceful and graceful, which made people's hearts tremble.
Zong Shou specialized in swordsmanship in his previous life, and he also practiced hard in this life.
The sense is the most sensitive, and it is clearly visible that the sword intent between this person's eyebrows is condensed and undisturbed.
"I, Ye Xuan, once had the old name of 'Dao Xiaoyao'. I unfortunately lost my hand seventy years ago and was trapped in the underworld. Not long ago, His Highness should have met me."
Ye Xuan stood still for a moment, and then looked at Zong Shou with burning eyes.
"Since His Highness intends to go to the Burning Sky Holy Court and his party, he must have some help. But I wonder if His Highness is willing to accept me as a subordinate? The Young Master of the Burning Sky Holy Court and the First Crown Prince, his subordinates cannot be too shabby."
When these words fell, Zong Shou and Zong Weiran, father and son, both looked shocked.
But I heard Ye Xuan mocking himself: "Although the hell prison collapsed, the void here was blocked by two supreme gods. If it were just a Jueyan Saint, Ye Xuan still dared to take the risk. But if you add If you go to Yanyuan, then you can only do nothing. You have been trapped in the prison of death for seventy years, and you really don’t want to stay there for a moment longer. You can only ask for help from the young master! It’s not Ye Xuan’s boast, before he was imprisoned. Mortal Saint Realm There is no one who can defeat me, Ye Xuan, with just one sword! Even Lord Tian Qing, I can fight with him! It will definitely be of benefit to the young master—"
Among these words, the first few sentences are about the doubts between Shi Zongshou and his son. The following words talked about cultivation skills, and a surge of sword intent also emerged to prove his words.
Zong Weiran was not the only one who looked slightly shocked. Zong Shou also raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling slightly interested.
He has seen this person before! Just when he first entered the eighth level of hell... almost at the same time, thousands of worlds away. The Burning Sky Holy Court, which was being discussed by Zong Shou and his son, was in dead silence at this time.
Especially in front of the ancestral temple, countless disciples of the Lu family gathered here, but they were all silent, and you could hear the drop of a needle.
On the one hand, he is waiting for the blood energy changes of the Burning Sky Holy Monument to finally settle. On the one hand, he is trying his best to absorb and absorb the power of bloodline retrospection.
Everyone looked attentively, with a sense of surprise.
And the younger the descendants of the Lu family are, the happier their faces are.
Normally, they are more distantly related. The benefits that can be obtained will never be as good as those of direct blood in the clan.
However, when Fen Kong's blood becomes rich to a certain extent, it becomes extremely difficult to improve.
On the contrary, this is a collateral line that originally had weak bloodline power, and can greatly increase the rank.
Therefore, no one in front of this ancestral temple, no matter old or young, no matter their status, dared to be distracted at this moment.
As Lu Yunge's status as the second prince, there was no need to mix with this low-ranking descendant of the Lu family.
At this time, he was standing in an attic not far from the holy monument, looking down coldly.
"Haha! This sky-burning fire has actually been promoted to a whole level. It is really rare, rare! I heard that this kind of situation only happened seven thousand years ago when the Holy Lord Yan Yuan passed through the ultimate calamity. I There really is someone in the Lu family who has mastered the Lu family’s world-burning blood pupils—"
Behind Lu Yunge, Lu Daoyan also opened his eyes at this time.
At this time, the power of bloodline retrospection is coming to an end.
The rest of the question can be dealt with by just a little differentiation of spiritual thoughts.
Lu Daoyan stopped sitting quietly and stood up and walked to Lu Yunge's side.
It was only when he walked to the railing that he felt the energy and blood in his body pulse again.
Slightly startled, Lu Daoyan subconsciously glanced at Lu Yunge. The feeling of surprise in my heart is uncertainty—
Could it be that? It's not over yet
wrong! Even after several Lu family members arrived to survive the calamity, they never did this!
After pulsing, it calms down again.
Then the only possibility is that the person who has mastered the peak magical power of the Lu family still has unfulfilled potential!
Or maybe someone who is very close to him has signs of advancement, which can also be traced back to the entire clan!
There was a sudden gloom in Lu Daoyan's eyes. No matter which one it is, it will cause huge changes in the Burning Sky Holy Court at this time!
But he saw that Lu Yunge's expression remained unchanged and he didn't notice it at all.
Lu Daoyan raised his eyebrows, knowing that there were only two possibilities at the moment.
One is that Lu Yunge has found out but pretends to be calm. One is the one that is too far away from the bloodline that has undergone changes.
He chuckled lightly at the moment, his face as if nothing had happened.
"Looking at this situation, the sacred monument is probably about to be revealed. I'm afraid that there will be a big change in the ranking of the prince. But I don't know how high your rank can be, cousin? But the position of the second prince is probably I can’t hold it any longer—”
There was still a bit of sarcasm in the words, a sense of gloating.
There have always been five theories about the position of the Lu family's heir apparent. The first is about bloodline, the second is about merit, the third is about talent and prospects, the fourth is about strength and cultivation, and the fifth is about kinship.
Lu Yunge can hold the position of second prince because of his own strength and cultivation, which is indeed good. The second is the support from several heads of state in Xuanhua.
Third, this person's achievements accumulated over the past few decades are indeed the best among the Lu family.
But after today, there are countless people in the Lu family whose bloodline has been improved.
On the other hand, this person had stopped practicing meditation long ago, and it was obvious that he had not gained much.
Naturally, he far surpasses those of the side branches, but among the many princes, he must be at the bottom. RQ