Chapter 423

Mr. Tianji came behind the young man.

The young man kowtowed three times towards the grave without realizing it.

"Shan Jing's remains are here too?" Mr. Tianji looked at the small pot on the left side of the grave.

The young man was still kneeling on the ground, but now he straightened his upper body and said, "Since you don't do it, I have to do it."

Mr. Tianji looked at a small jar on the right again: "Is this empty one reserved for me?"

The young man replied: "It may be myself."

Mr. Tianji said: "Get up and talk. In order to kill me, you did not hesitate to disturb her remains to be buried and lured me here. How much filial piety do you really have left?"

The young man knelt and did not move: "I just hope that mother can witness everything that will happen next."

"Don't be crazy, you are crazy, but you are upright. If he doesn't besiege me with Cheng Hui and the others, you have no chance." Mr. Tianji said: "Who else is there besides Cheng Hui and Ling Cang? Only the two of them, Not enough to keep me."

He took another look at the empty canister on the right.

Just staring at it, the small pot turned into fly ash and disappeared.

"Even if I'm not in front of Ning'er, I won't hurt you." Mr. Tianji sighed softly with a tired look on his face: "I was the one who failed you mother and son in the past, and you hated me, so I have nothing to say .”

The young man bowed his head to the grave again, then stood up, turned to look at Mr. Tianji.

He looks even cooler than his mother, and on the whole, he has little resemblance to Mr. Tianji.

But if you look carefully, the eyebrows and eyes of the two are quite similar.

Cheng Yingtian, Fengxianghou of the Southern Chu Dynasty, looked at his biological father calmly: "I like your self-confidence, otherwise you would not have come here."

Mr. Tianji looked at the young man in front of him, with deep exhaustion on his face: "We haven't seen each other for five years, and now we meet again, can we only talk about this one thing?"

Cheng Yingtian smiled calmly: "There must be an end. Time cannot kill everything. There are some things that will only accumulate and become heavier as time goes by."

"I shouldn't have left you with Cheng Hui." Mr. Tianji sighed.

"Is this the only thing you neglected?" Cheng Yingtian asked back.

Mr. Tianji turned his attention to the remaining small pot on the left, and fell silent.

"If your palm really fell on her back then, there wouldn't be many things that will happen afterwards." Cheng Yingtian said lightly: "Over the years, every day, every moment, every moment, you have the opportunity to choose again, but you have always had the opportunity to choose again. I gave up, and it is because of this that I am reminded all the time to prepare for this day."

Mr. Tianji said a little tiredly: "Although I left, I have always paid attention to you. Are you really as you said, all you want is to avenge Ning'er?"

Cheng Yingtian smiled and said: "Of course I have other goals and my own ambitions.

Although in the eyes of you or others, it may be ambitious, despicable, cunning and unscrupulous, but for me, it is right to go my own way.

With you, my road will be much smoother and smoother, but only this, I am not happy. "

"...Is that so?" Mr. Tianji looked up to the sky and sighed.

His gaze went over Yingtian's shoulder, looking at the tomb, silent.

Cheng Yingtian looked at the other person's face calmly, his expression was even more indifferent than when facing Shan Jing.

After a long time, Mr. Tianji turned around slowly and walked out of the woods.

"If it's you, do it."

Mr. Tianji at this moment, Ying Xiantian, is not like the orthodox giant in Zhengyang City who is fighting against the ancestor of Xuehe, nor is he like the fierce and high-spirited King Chu who just fought against Donglai.

Although he still looks like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties on the outside, he is full of vigor and aging.

When he turned his back to Cheng Yingtian, he didn't take precautions at all, and he didn't intend to strengthen himself to protect himself.

The empty door opened wide, as if he was about to kill himself.

Cheng Yingtian watched the other party walk away step by step.

Then he raised his hand and slapped Mr. Tianji on the back of the head!

Mr. Tianji really didn't seem to resist, and let the opponent's palm hit him on the back of the head.

The wind of the palm is sharp, and the two sides have not really contacted each other. Mr. Tianji can already feel the shadow of death covering him.

In the blink of an eye in his mind, the picture he recalled was the image of his son crying in his swaddling baby when he was just born.

Just when his mind was wandering, blood suddenly infiltrated the originally peaceful scene.

Mr. Tianji woke up suddenly.

He sensed something was wrong.

Cheng Yingtian slapped a palm, and a picture of innate gossip appeared in his palm.

It is the direct inheritance of the Xiantian Palace, the manifestation of the artistic conception of the hidden principles of the Xiantian Dao.

But apart from Xiantian Dao Zang, Mr. Tianji also faintly sensed that Cheng Yingtian had other unique inheritances in his body.

Brilliant spectrum, bright and brilliant.

This is not surprising.

Mr. Tianji is very clear that Cheng Yingtian is also the direct descendant of the two lineages of the Xiantian Palace and the Southern Chu royal family.

But at this moment, he clearly felt that his son made a move, besides the Xiantian Dao Zang and the Brilliant Spectrum, he also practiced another extremely top-notch technique.

...Cruel, ominous, evil, and bloody!

This feeling, a magic trick?

...Blood River swordsmanship?

At this thought, Mr. Tianji suddenly woke up.

He has reached the pinnacle of cultivation, returning to basics.

At this time, he moved according to his heart, and his strength was focused first. The brilliance of the innate gossip gathered behind his head in an instant, blocking Cheng Yingtian's palm.

Although he was hit by Cheng Yingtian in a hurry, he staggered a step forward, but he also shook Cheng Yingtian behind him.

"You practice the Blood River Devil Way?" Mr. Tianji was shocked and angry.

When the two sides meet each other, even if Mr. Tianji responds hastily, his strength will shock the world.

With Cheng Yingtian's skill and going all out, he felt overwhelmed.

He used all his cultivation to explode, and only in this move, Mr. Tianji can already judge that his son's cultivation of the Blood River Sword Dao is definitely not a stealth or a side branch, but the most authentic Blood River's direct lineage.

It may even be taught by Xue Cangqiong, the ancestor of Xuehe himself.

Among the ten heroes of the world of mortals, there is "Little Sword Immortal" Shen Tianzhao from the Tianhe lineage, but no one from the Xuehe lineage is shortlisted.

Everyone in the world knows that in today's world, the younger generation of Xuehe has been suppressed by Shen Tianzhao alone.

But now it seems that Cheng Yingtian, who ranks with Shen Tianzhao in the top ten heroes of the world, may be the card hidden by Xuehe.

"Your sword intent is pure, not as strange as Xue Haoran. If you want to practice the Sword of Blood River to such an extent, you need the blood of the common people to develop it. After all, you..." Mr. Tianji turned his head and glared at Cheng Yingtian.

The other party studied martial arts with the Emperor of Chu, planned the Xiantian Palace, and even wanted to kill his biological father, Mr. Tianji could bear it.

But the opponent's sinking into the Blood River Demon Way really angered him.

The Emperor of Chu fell into a well and attacked Zhengyang City and the Western Qin Dynasty while the Great Emperor of Western Qin was dead, but it was still only a contest between warriors and ordinary people were not involved.

But the lineage of Blood River inherits the slaughter of common people, but it is tabooed by Mr. Tianji.

Even if he wasn't close to the old Sword Immortal, Mr. Tianji and Patriarch Xuehe had fought a lot.

At this moment, Mr. Tianji was startled to realize that Cheng Yingtian was practicing Xuehe swordsmanship, and Mr. Tianji's mind went blank for a moment.

Cheng Yingtian's expression was flat, and he shook his numb palm: "Uncle Huang adopted me and taught me just for today, but after finishing you, he will naturally take care of me as well.

Not to mention hating Wujiwu because of you, but just because of Cheng Longyuan and the others, he will not keep me either.

Naturally, I have to find a new backer for myself. "

Mr. Tianji's expression calmed down at this moment.

But looking at his son's eyes also turned cold: "Then you will find Xuehe?"

"I changed my move just now, and you should have felt it too. I learn the Blood River swordsmanship, and I'm quite talented. It's rare to get along with each other, so don't miss it." Cheng Yingtian looked as usual: "The people around me are dead. , you didn’t do anything in the end, but now you’re angry because of irrelevant people?”

"You and I are not the only ones who have parents, wives and children, who would be sad and angry for losing those around us." Mr. Tianji said slowly.

"Don't worry, my life still belongs to your mother and son." As he spoke, he walked towards Cheng Yingtian.

But his aura is completely different from before.

Not only was he no longer lonely and depressed, but he was even more terrifying than when he fought with Bie Donglai and Emperor Chu just now.

Cheng Yingtian smiled slightly: "Are you planning to take me on the road together to reunite with my mother's family of three?"

"It doesn't matter if you vote for the Western Qin Dynasty or the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, but this magic way is your choice." Mr. Tianji let out a sigh of relief, then raised his palm and grabbed Cheng Yingtian.

Naturally, Cheng Yingtian would not sit still.

Between his palms interlaced, streaks of golden light and flames emerged, and then turned into an innate gossip diagram composed of bright lights in the midair.

During the operation of the Xiantian Eight Diagrams, a torrent of blood flows, and the sword energy is cold.

Mr. Tianji watched this scene with mixed emotions in his heart.

My own son, who is gifted in martial arts with outstanding comprehension, actually vaguely combined the brilliant spectrum with the power and artistic conception of the innate Dao Zang.

In time, the sword intent of the blood river lineage might also be incorporated into it, and he would come up with his own ingenuity and create a unique skill that was completely his own.

As long as he is given some more time, his future achievements will at least not be lower than that of Ying Xiantian, who is a father.

But this gratification and joy was immediately replaced by depression and anger.

The son in front of him, the higher the talent, the stronger the strength, the more serious the disaster.

In the future, Qing Chulan might be better than his father, or he might be a big devil who is better than the ancestor of Xuehe.

Thinking of this, Mr. Tianji's heart hardened, and his subordinates no longer showed mercy.

But at this moment, the new tomb on the side suddenly cracked open.

Then a graceful figure floated out of it, and slapped Mr. Tianji with a palm.

Looking at the familiar figure, familiar face, and familiar Xiantian gossip diagram, Mr. Tianji couldn't help being startled.

But with this slightly startled effort, the beauty in front of her instantly turned into bones.

All the original flesh and blood turned into blood.

Then, it turned into a mighty river of blood, running through Mr. Tianji's body! Please Baidu "" Thank you for your support!