The blood light melted in, and part of it was directly integrated into his body. The other part was integrated into his soul.
Zong Shou originally wanted to purify and absorb it by swallowing Tianyuan to convert it. But when he started to exert his strength, he was shocked. There was not a trace of impurities in this mass of blood essence, nor was there even half of the water unicorn's soul.
Thoughts remain.
And this Qilin seemed to be afraid that his body would not be able to bear it. It sealed most of them, which happened to be equivalent to his current state.
As soon as it entered his body, the body and soul felt a little colder.
The effect was immediate, and his body, which was almost on fire, calmed down within a few breaths.
Zong Shou couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, feeling slightly relieved, knowing that most of his crisis had been resolved, and he finally didn't need to explode to death.
Immediately, he thought of the water unicorn again, and quickly opened his eyes. He saw this aqua-blue unicorn beast, with a bloody hole in its eyebrows. There was also no movement, and it was sinking deeper into the water.
The outer blue water curtain has disintegrated piece by piece. And all the life energy of this water unicorn has disappeared without a trace.
The little native dog first looked at Zong Shou in confusion, and then looked behind him in confusion at his father's body, which was slowly turning cold. It seemed that he finally realized something, and after being stunned for a moment, he let out a shrill neigh.
'Tanqiu' sighed leisurely and flicked his long sleeves. Within hundreds of miles around, all the evil spirits that were surging and trying to rush in suddenly disappeared.
"I also hope that Zongshou will not let you down in the future and treat his son well!"
Seeing Zong Shou's serious expression, he nodded solemnly. 'Tan Qiu' smiled again when he saw this: "You always speak your mind like a cauldron, and this water unicorn has not misjudged the person. By the way, we should start soon."
?In one bloodline, two Nine Tails, bloodline
Stable. Your clansmen are really blessed. From now on, we can be called the Eight-Tailed Sect. If you, father and son, can be more ambitious and step into the holy realm in the future, your descendants will be your Tianhu clan.
The Nine-Tailed Imperial Clan——"
Zong Shou was stunned this time, and immediately knew what Tan Qiu's words meant.
There is Shui Qilin's natal core and essence and blood mark to balance the Fenkong bloodline of the Lu family.
That day, the blood of the fox completely lost its control. It immediately began to change and sublimate.
Within the body, the bones were constantly exploding inch by inch. Behind him, something seemed to be breaking out of the body.
Deep inside the flesh and blood, it seems to be undergoing drastic changes, causing the muscles all over the body to continuously twist.
This was a pain he had never experienced before in his life. It spread throughout his body.
Even before, when he was swallowed by the blood of Burning Sky, he was still far out of reach.
At this time, 'Tan Qiu' curled her lips with disdain and a little surprise.
Why are you holding on even though you are in so much pain that you want to die? Just pass out and disappear?
But thanks to this guy, he was able to withstand it. He was really tough as steel.
It's the hardest kind, it can't be broken or crushed——
Then his figure slipped and left the place. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Zong Shou, with a flick of his finger between his eyebrows.
He easily knocked him unconscious, and then gently held Zong Shou's collapsed body in his arms.
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At the same time, in Qiantian Mountain City, Zong Ling frowned and rode towards his home.
It's not his own mansion, but the one of his own clan. In the south of the city in Qiantian Mountain, most of the clan members used to live here.
However, since Zong Shou reestablished the Qiantian clan, many people have moved out.
It's not that they are dissatisfied with Zong Shou. It's that most of the clan members can achieve success in martial arts and spiritual methods with the help of the annual benefits of Qiantian Mountain City and Zong Shou's martial arts open to everyone.
You can live well by yourself without relying on the support of your own clan.
Nowadays, it is only during the annual clan sacrifice that all the clan members gather together in one place.
Although it is a new clan, it is impossible to just leave the deceased ancestors alone.
In fact, except for the fact that the clan rules have been changed a lot so that direct lineage and side branches can compete fairly, nothing has changed.
But today, something was different. Zong Ling frowned and looked at his hand. It was an invitation. It came from the clan's ancestral hall, summoning all the Zong clan members in Qiantian Mountain to return to the clan to discuss matters.
——It's only the beginning of winter at this time, and it's obviously not the time for clan sacrifices yet, so I don't know what exactly is going to be discussed? And it's just when the clan is guarding and not in the city.
I didn't want to go and ignored it. But after thinking about it carefully, Zong Ling decided to go and take a look.
If you want to plot something evil and do something detrimental to your Majesty, you can suppress it on the spot to avoid letting Zong Shou know about it and be upset.
How about the old and young people who were direct descendants of the clan from the past, still think that this is the past?
Your Majesty Dingding Yunlu, the Zong clan has never been so united as it is today.
Especially the younger generation, the generation that has grown up recently, admires Zong Shou extremely.
With just a few people losing all the people's support, what kind of tricks can they cause? It's so annoying!
Probably not, then could it be related to the changes in the bloodline in the body today?
Speaking of which, this is the second time. The previous time allowed him to master the method of ice and fire more freely. But this time, it has not yet stabilized. I don’t know who caused it, and what kind of things will happen. Supernatural power——
With this thought in mind, Zong Ling walked into the Zong family mansion.
At this time, Zong Ling frowned slightly. This place seemed to be the same as usual, but the Zong clan guards guarding here all had strange expressions.
There is a somewhat strange atmosphere in the entire house.
The more I looked inside, the more confused I became. The Zong family mansion, which stretched for dozens of miles, was eerily silent.
The ancestral hall could be seen in the distance, and powerful rays of energy and blood were seen rising into the sky.
Among those he recognized were Zong Lan, who was the general of Qiantian Mountain's Right Court Pillar, and Zong Han, the ninth-level spiritual cultivator of the Zong family four hundred years ago. All the outstanding figures in the clan were gathered here.
On the contrary, it was Zong Ling who came last.
Zong Ling's doubts were somewhat resolved, so he dismounted and continued to move forward, out of respect. But when he was about a hundred feet away from the ancestral hall, a warning sign suddenly appeared deep in his heart.
Zong Ling turned around without hesitation and hurried back. He still didn't know what was going on inside or what was going on. But he instinctively knew to stay away from this ancestral hall. The farther away, the better.
But I heard a sneer: "Since Zong Taichang is already here, why bother leaving in such a hurry? Do you really think you can escape once you get here?"
Taichang is Zong Ling's current official position. After the founding of the Qiantian Mountains, it was established based on the Six Ministries and Nine Ministers system in China. It controls Taichang Temple, the etiquette of the ancestral temple, the celestial calendar, and the imperial physician.
When the man spoke these words, Zong Ling felt a strange force coming over him. It actually broke through his protective magical weapon, and forced his figure to fly into the ancestral temple.
Zong Ling was slightly startled, unable to move his limbs at all. This power was not too strong. At most, it was at the early ninth level, and it was far from the level that Zong Ling could not resist at all.
But the problem is, a strange coercion is towering over his body. When he touches it, his blood vessels are deep and throbbing. His limbs are slightly soft, and his soul power can no longer be accurately controlled.
When his figure was forcibly sucked into the ancestral hall, he saw Zong Lan and Zong Han sitting on the seats on both sides with pale faces, their eyes full of anger.
But at this time, at the top, where the throne that should belong to the clan leader, Zong Shou, is sitting, there is a person. He is wearing white clothes, about 20 years old, and has a handsome face. At first glance, he definitely looks like someone from the clan.
"Xue Moyan?"
As soon as the exclamation came out, Zong Ling felt that something was wrong.
Although the appearance is similar, this person is obviously older. With this last name, he must be unmistakable.
"Are you from the Yao Yuki family?"
"Exactly!
The young man laughed loudly, with endless joy: "Xue Mofei is Xue Moyan's brother. This time I returned to the Cloud Realm, firstly to avenge my brother, and secondly to get back the things stolen from the Xue family——
"
"Stealing? Your Xue family is really shameless!"
Na Zonghan smiled coldly, even though he was weak, he still kept his body upright: "Back then, it was you, the Xue Clan, who abandoned me and other members of the Fox Clan like a pair of worn-out shoes! You escaped from the Cloud Realm alone. Unfortunately, now, you still have
Want to save your face? As for your brother, if he plots against my king, he deserves to be killed by your sword!"
Xue Mofei didn't care at all, and looked like he could just say whatever you said.
"Things in the past have their own consequences, so we can ignore them. However, I, the Xue clan, am still a royal family and the orthodox Sky Fox clan. Now that we are back, we should be the hope of all the Fox clan. You and other Fox clan tribes, please
It’s time to return to the service of my Xue clan. This is the rule of our Fox clan, and it is also the eternal truth——"
"Working for your Xue family? So, your Xue family also takes a fancy to the foundation that our clan has worked so hard to build?"
Zong Lan said calmly, with murderous intent in his eyes. If he hadn't been suppressed, he would have wanted to tear Xue Mofei into pieces.
"Your Majesty is so talented that he will never let you succeed!"
"Heavenly talent? Hahaha——"
Xue Mofei laughed when he heard this, full of arrogance: "He is a genius. I am afraid that no one in the Xue family can match him except that one! But no matter how talented he is,
Outstanding, but still Nanao, next to him
Zhi! With you here, there is no way for me to control him. Why worry about not being able to control him? I, the Xue family, have my own plans and are waiting for him here in Qiantian Mountain. If he had known it earlier, he would have regretted it and sent those four thousand people away.
Bloody Cloud Rider, mobilized from Qiantian Mountain."
He smiled lightly again, without any warmth in his tone: "Do you know that this is the most precious magic heart mirror in our clan? If you are willing to surrender, it would be the best, and it would not be in vain for our clan to break the restriction of Yinlong Valley in advance for him.
If you don’t want to, it’s just a matter of putting some effort into making a puppet—”
Zong Ling's face was ashen, and he felt his hands and feet were cold. He had thousands of thoughts running through his mind, but he couldn't think of a way to break this move.
Then he was startled, and suddenly he felt that all the breath in his body seemed to be roaring——