"You, what are you talking about?"
"When are you going to pretend?"
Zong Zixiao's eyes showed a fierce look: "Who told you?"
"Is it important? Don't you want my golden elixir?" Zong Ziheng said bitterly, "The fate of the emperor, the supreme emperor, the elixir you want that can help you cultivate the Dao, and this is the only one."
"Is it Ran Xingwen, or that old thing, or..." Zong Zixiao thought of Huang Daozi, and he regretted not killing that nonsense stick.
"Do you want my pill?" Zong Ziheng looked Zong Zixiao straight in the eyes, and asked slowly but sharply.
Zong Zixiao's face changed again and again: "What I want to refine is the pill from the Tianji Jing, not your pill."
"Father and son of the Ran family are the best alchemists in the world of cultivating immortals. They failed countless times and couldn't make it out."
"So use the Shennong Ding..."
"Using the Shennong cauldron to make alchemy is more difficult than any cauldron furnace in the world. If you are not careful, all previous efforts will be wasted. If you fail this time, if you can't make alchemy from the Tianjijing, will you poach me? Pill?" Zong Ziheng stared at Zong Zixiao's eyes that were trying to avoid him, "Did you take me to Kunlun for my Dan? When do you plan to dig my Dan?"
Facing this aggressive interrogation, Zong Ziheng could see all the changes in Zong Zixiao's eyes from shock, to guilt, to embarrassment.
"When did I say I wanted to take your Dan! This is your excuse for daring to run away from me?!"
"You haven't said it, haven't you thought about it?" Zong Ziheng endured the pain of digging his lungs, and told the cruel truth that he couldn't bear.
Zong Zixiao's eyes were about to burst, his fists were clenched and his thin lips were moving, but he didn't refute.
Yes, he thought about it, he hesitated over and over again, if he could, he wished that he never knew what a peerless emperor was, but he did.
He needs this pill. Sooner or later, the entire world of cultivating immortals will unite against him. Even though he has two ancient treasures, he is still alone. Due to the crazy backlash of karma, he will fall into the endless hell, suffer the death penalty, and never be reborn. Only by cultivating the Dao can he transcend reincarnation and be truly free in the three realms. With the divine power of Dzogchen, he can make his eldest brother live forever like him, and they can stay together forever.
If it were anyone, he would open up the other person without hesitation, but this person was Zong Ziheng, he couldn't do it, he was reluctant, he was afraid that his elder brother would hate him.
Zong Zixiao's expression already explained everything. The deep despair was like a huge wave, and Zong Ziheng was wiped out in an instant. He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, and Zong Minghe's face overlapped with it in a daze. He will never forget that face distorted by greed. He has spent half his life trying to gain his recognition as his biological father, who has been coveting his golden elixir, and finally they confronted each other with swords.
He thought that everything would be over when Zong Minghe died, but he never expected that he would never get out of this boundless nightmare. He suddenly felt that what he was holding in his belly was not the top-grade human pill that everyone was rushing to, but a parasitic poisonous Gu, which fed on ambition, constantly swelled and swelled, and would eventually tear open his abdominal cavity and burst out of his flesh. Provoke endless bloody scrambles and turn the world into a purgatory.
He made a desperate complaint from the depths of his soul: "You said you disdain the man-eating pills, you said you hated Lu Zhaofeng the most, but what is the difference between you and Lu Zhaofeng? Blood!"
The words "Lu Zhaofeng" deeply hurt Zong Zixiao. He did not hesitate to kill Lu Zhaofeng himself, just to separate himself from the person he hated and despised the most. The greatest shame and suffering in his life all came from this sinful blood. However, Zong Ziheng tore open his scars, and mercilessly hit his most painful spot!
Zong Zixiao's evil fox eyes turned scarlet, and he was furious: "Yes, I am the blood of cruelty, I am in the same line as the Pill Stealing Demon Cultivator, I deserve to be thrown away after you use it up!" You bastard! You killed my mother, you ruined my life, and you owed me a debt that cannot be repaid even in ten thousand deaths. Isn't it only natural that I want you a pill."
Zong Ziheng was so dumbfounded that he was trembling all over and couldn't speak.
"You owe me a lot of blood debts, and I let you sit on the throne of the emperor, and I let you worship that poisonous woman, and I kept compromising and giving in to you. Instead of being grateful, you actually betrayed, abandoned, and me." The eldest son Xiao's anger was like a burning fire on the surface of the water, neither mad nor irritable, but never extinguished, he showed a bloodthirsty grin, "I'm the one who is guilty, I'm so kind to you, I made you forget that you are just a failed prisoner, You only deserve to spread your legs and be fucked by me, I control everything about you, if I want to take your pill, you can only give it with both hands."
Zong Ziheng felt that his heart was being severely burned by the fire of karma.
"Now, I'll let you see what happens if you dare to disobey me." Zong Zixiao suddenly flew towards the back mountain of Zhangyang City with his sword.
Zong Ziheng froze for a moment, then suddenly understood something, and quickly chased after him.
Zong Zixiao hovered over the Shen family's cemetery, looking around, there were stone monuments standing here, and he sensed a trace of Zong Ziheng's aura left on Shen Shiyao's tomb.
"Zongzixiao!"
Zong Zixiao smiled coldly, and there was a picture scroll in his open palm, with a handle made of three mulberry trees inlaid with golden silk, shining brilliantly.
Zongzi Heng recognized this thing, it was the most important treasure of their famous Zong clan, the map of mountains, rivers and land, one of the four great treasures of ancient times. Legend has it that only their ancestors who founded the sect had used this magic weapon to a limited extent, but failed to exert its power eleven times, and it was passed down from generation to generation, and no one can control it anymore. After it was stolen by Zong Zixiao, no one thought that a young boy could do anything, until Zong Zixiao took the Xuanyuan Tianji Talisman and single-handedly slaughtered several Wuyun Sects that the sect had been unable to attack for a long time.
No one knows exactly how powerful this map of mountains, rivers and land is, and whether Zong Zixiao can control it.
Zong Ziheng was intimidated by Shenbao's spiritual pressure: "You, what do you want to do."
"Zhangyang is the hometown of the poisonous woman, and the area under your feet is the Shen family's cemetery." Zong Zixiao's expression was so dark that it made people shudder, "You moved her grave back, you are really a filial son."
"Zong Zixiao, don't..." Zong Ziheng's voice trembled uncontrollably.
"That's right, if she hadn't removed the obstacle of second brother and me for you, the position of emperor you dreamed of would not be yours in the next life. Mother is kind and filial, it's wonderful." The scroll in Zong Zixiao's hand slowly unfolded, unexpectedly It's a blank canvas.
The picture scroll seemed to be able to stretch endlessly, changing from something in the palm of the hand to a huge one, and the landscape and city outlines gradually appeared on the canvas. Zong Ziheng suddenly discovered that the picture was clearly Zhangyang City!
"As the emperor of Zong, but he has never even seen the treasures left by his ancestors, today I will open your eyes." Zongzi Xiao's spiritual pressure skyrocketed, and his black death energy was burning like a flame. He roared, "Qiankun!" First Ancestor, one painting opens the sky—"
Zong Zixiao just moved his slender fingertips, and on the canvas, the back mountain of Zhangyang City suddenly bulged as if it was about to be sucked out of the picture.
There was a loud rumble between the sky and the earth, the place of the Shen family cemetery was cracked, stones burst out of the ground, the earth shook violently, hundreds of steles bounced off like gravel, coffins spewed out one after another, or were crushed by stones. Gouging them into pieces or dropping them from high altitude will all lead to their bodies being smashed to pieces. How many buried objects of gold, silver and precious jade have been turned into worthless grass in the dust. Those old corpses are exposed to the blue sky without dignity Worse than wild dogs on the roadside.
Zong Ziheng watched all this stiffly, his mind went blank.
Zong Zixiao still didn't let go of his hatred, pointing the mountains and rivers on the divine treasure, earth and rocks kept coming out of the ground, the gentle low mountains became rocky, steep ravines, countless bones were broken and crushed, and it was impossible to piece together. With a complete corpse, it is even more impossible to tell who the broken limbs and bones belong to.
There was a massacre here, a massacre of the dead.
"Stop..." Zong Ziheng thought he was yelling to stop, but his voice was hoarse and weak, as if he had been drained of strength.
Stop it, stop it, stop it.
Zong Zixiao, stop.
Don't make me hate you, stop it...
The picture scroll changed again, and everything in the mountains also changed accordingly. The rocks, vegetation, and even the tombstones, coffins, and bones all became the playthings in the hands of Zongzixiao. Heng demonstrations.
This terrifying power can make the legs of everyone who witnesses this scene go weak. How can the scene in front of you be regarded as the world? !
Zong Zixiao smiled slightly, his appearance was unparalleled in the world, but his smile was like a ghost: "From now on, there will be no Zhangyang Shen family."
"Stop—" Zong Ziheng roared loudly.
The scene on the canvas dissipated suddenly, like a drop of thick ink scattered in the water, and the millions of things in front of my eyes were also turned into dust, and they could not even withstand a gust of wind before they were wiped out.
Zong Ziheng's heart seemed to be shattered into powder.
"The map of mountains, rivers, and land can manipulate everything on the canvas except living things. No one can drive the waste of the Zong family from generation to generation. No wonder the country can't be kept." Heaven, the majestic Reiatsu like the sea makes people seem to look up at the mountains. In the center of this exclusive power, deep in his dark pupils, there is no three realms, no world, only a small, painful reflection. silhouette.
The picture scroll was put away, and all the strange landforms were obediently restored to their original state, but what was destroyed was destroyed forever.
Zongziheng drew out his sword, and spiritual pressure poured into the sword body. All the hatred, all the pain, all the humiliation and despair, all turned into thunderous fury, and struck Zongzixiao like lightning.
With the sharp sword out of its sheath, Zong Zixiao laughed wildly: "I want you to pay the price for every betrayal, my brother."