"After all, I'm still guarding you, and you're 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 voluntarily went back with Jueyan.
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 out of the throne. I am not only happy that your mother made this choice, but also happy to see the outcome——"
Zong Shou frowned. He didn't know much about the entanglement and the experiences of his parents 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 looks more and more handsome. His face has a bit more rigid lines, and his figure is still thin, but more like Xiong Shan.
It's just that there is also a bit more vicissitudes 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 came 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 Venerable 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.
Joining forces with Zong Weiran is enough to fight Lu Tianqing.
However, at this time, he was secretly thankful that Holy Master Yan Yuan took action in time.
Although the father and son have a slight chance of victory, even if they win, Zong Weiran's injuries will definitely be more serious.
I secretly felt guilty in my heart. If it weren't for my father who gifted the Book of Zhou to fulfill me, why would it be like this?
Become a saint in one step. Hold the Book of the Universe in your hand. Then you will have the power to escape even when faced with the ultimate situation.
"Still, did you notice it? The Lu family's pinnacle magical power is truly extraordinary!"
Zong Weiran chuckled and shook his head: "I have just 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! Just now, Lu Tianqing was thrown 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 was stunned for a moment, and hearing Zong Weiran say these words, he felt quite strange and uncomfortable.
After a few words, he listened to Zong Weiran's concern. His heart felt slightly warm again, and he explained: "It doesn't matter! If you have a lot of debt, don't worry, if you have a lot of lice, don't itch. 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 eternal torment. The price is nothing.
Besides, without realizing it, I already owe Buddhism a lot.
At most, one day Buddhism will open another prison and create a world of true bliss. If you have the ability, you can just put in some effort.
Some! Too much is not enough.
Zong Weiran laughed dumbly and looked deeply in front of him. With a son like this, what else could I ask for?
Immediately, he thought of Lu Hanyan who left with Jueyan, but felt sad again.
More than twenty years later, 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 solemnly: "Shou'er! If you can, you might as well go to the Burning Sky Holy Court and his party to help your mother and your great-grandfather——"
Zong Shou was startled and looked back. He saw Zong Weiran with a sad expression 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 also make it worse."
His situation is even more dangerous. The only one who can help your mother at this time is you!"
Zong Shou was silent when he heard the words, as if thinking.
Go to the Burning Sky Holy Court and become the first prince of the Lu family? Isn’t that just like the intention of the Jueyan?
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 why am I lingering here?"
At this time, Zong Shou felt that there was something strange in the energy in that direction, and there was a slight warning sign in his heart.
The next moment, I saw a figure stepping into the void.
He is a middle-aged man. Although he only wears a linen prison uniform and has a low-quality sword at his waist. But when he walks up to him, he has a graceful and elegant demeanor that makes 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 life 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 is 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 up to Yanyuan, then down below you can only do nothing. You will be trapped in death row for seventy years.
I really don’t want to stay there for a moment longer. I can only ask the young master for help! It’s not Ye Xuan’s boast. Before he was imprisoned, there was no one who could defeat me, Ye Xuan, with one sword in the mortal saint realm! Even Lord Tian Qing
, it may not be impossible to fight with him! It will definitely be of benefit to the young master——"
Among these words, the first few sentences were about Shi Zongshou's suspicions about his father and his son. The latter words were about his cultivation skills, and a powerful sword intent was also unleashed to prove his words.
Zong Weiran was not the only one to look slightly surprised. Zong Shou also raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling slightly interested.
He had seen this person before! When he first entered the eighth level of hell.
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Almost at the same time, thousands of worlds away, the Burning Sky Holy Court, which was being discussed by Zong Shou and his son, fell into deathly silence.
Especially in front of the ancestral temple, countless disciples of the Lu family gathered here, but they were all silent, and you could hear a needle drop.
On the one hand, he is waiting for the changes in the blood energy of the Burning Sky Holy Monument to finally settle. On the other hand, he is trying his best to absorb the power of bloodline retrogression.
Everyone looked attentively, with a sense of surprise.
And the younger the descendants of the Lu family are, the happier their faces are.
Normally speaking, the benefits they can get from those who are more distantly related will never be as good as those from direct blood in the clan.
However, when Fenkong's blood becomes rich to a certain extent, it becomes extremely difficult to improve.
On the contrary, this is a side line whose original bloodline power is weak, and can greatly increase the rank.
Therefore, in front of this ancestral temple, no one, 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 is 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's really rare, rare! I heard that this kind of situation only happened seven thousand years ago when Saint 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.
Ask yourself about the remaining part, which can be dealt with with 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 then that he walked to the side of the railing and felt the energy and blood in his body pulsing again.
Slightly startled, Lu Daoyan subconsciously glanced at Lu Yunge. His heart was filled with surprise and uncertainty——
Could it be that it’s not over yet?
No! Even after several Lu family members came to the realm to survive the calamity, they never did this!
After the pulsation, it calmed 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 was, it would 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 already found out, but he pretends to be calm. The other is that the bloodline that undergoes the mutation is too far away.
He chuckled lightly at that moment, his face as if nothing had happened.
"Looking at this situation, the sacred monument is probably about to be announced. I'm afraid that the ranking of this prince will definitely change significantly. But I don't know how far you, cousin, can be ranked? But the position of the second prince is probably
I can’t hold it any longer——”
There is still a bit of sarcasm in the words, a sense of schadenfreude.
There have always been five theories for 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 was able to occupy the position of second prince because, firstly, his own strength and cultivation were indeed good. Secondly, he had the support of several princes of 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, it far exceeds those of the side branches, but among the many princes, he must be at the bottom. (To be continued...)
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