Liu Shisan, no! Now it should be called Tong Wutian.
Tong Wutian's refusal to agree was like a thunderous thunder, falling into Huang Junjian's heart.
Huang Junjian stared at the tall white-haired old man in a daze.
After a while, Huang Junjian lowered his head, and the head of the Xuantian Human Emperor in his arms was tighter by her. She shook her head and said, "But I have always liked him, even if you are as important in my heart..."
When God heard this, a trace of pain appeared in his eyes.
Sometimes, language is more hurtful than weapons.
When I was young, a boy first met the girl. She was a genius in the spiritual formation master and always had a silly smile on her face.
The boy likes girls very much.
However, the young man was carrying a deep hatred for blood and dared not express it. At most, he would only dare to get closer a little.
The girl seemed to be able to detect the boy's suffering and would like to warm the boy who was suffering in his heart with her own smile.
The boy likes girls even more.
The young and ignorant love is the most innocent and direct, and a bit shy.
If the young man had not carried the deep hatred of blood, there would be no other person's intervention.
The two can go to the end.
But unfortunately, things didn't go as expected.
This also leads to the current results.
The boy is old.
The girl is old too.
The person who interferes is dead.
"I'm leaving."
Huang Junjian left with the head of Xuantian Human Emperor.
Tong Wutian opened his mouth, but in the end he was unable to speak and try to keep him.
Just like back then.
My heart seemed to be blocked by something, and it was extremely difficult to suffer.
Tong Wutian closed his eyes and breathed calmly.
Open your eyes again, your eyes were indifferent.
"The Thirteenth Prince."
Nearly a thousand mysterious powerful people around him were all bowing to the ground and shouting.
"Thirteenth Prince?"
These words made the important officials in the court who were originally planning to take action in the ancient Xuantian Kingdom stop and were a little stunned.
In fact, they also heard the conversation between Tong Wutian and Huang Junjian just now.
Let’s talk about these mysterious powerful people.
"Can he be the Thirteenth Prince Tong Wutian who survived that incident that year??"
Everyone's expressions became a little wonderful.
Boom ———
The Great Inner Palace.
A terrifying aura suddenly rose to the extreme.
I saw a huge magic figure rising out of thin air in the depths of the Great Inner Palace.
His Dharma appearance is solemn, overlooking the Taizu Temple.
He was not surprised by the Emperor's shadow of the Ancient Emperor of Xuantian, and his eyes fell on Liu Shisan.
A sharp murderous intent suddenly unfolded.
"Are the remnants of the past still coming back after all?"
The Dharma image deity murmured to himself in his heart.
He was in seclusion, but he felt a palpitation.
When he left the pass, he noticed that his son Xuantian Emperor's life was broken.
He knew something big happened.
The consequences of that mutiny began to emerge.
The plan he had planned for so long back then was destroyed today.
Angry?
There must be some.
But he was not very angry because he had expected it, and even reminded his son Xuantian Human Emperor to always pay attention to the people around him.
In fact, Emperor Xuantian also obeyed his father's words and was always alert to the people around him.
Even the many concubines in the harem and even the queens of the current dynasty, he kept his guard.
Only he did not reserve any of Liu Shisan and Huang Junjian.
In the end, he died at Liu Shisan's hands.
Everything has cause and effect.
"Old dog, can't you help it?"
After seeing the Dharma image, Tong Wutian grinned, held a horizontal knife in his hand, and climbed up to the sky.
"The regicide cannot escape death!"
How could Han Wufeng, the upper pillar country, be as Tong Wutian wished, shouted and caught up with Tong Wutian.
"Han Wufeng, your opponent is me!"
But at the same time, an old man rushed out of the mysterious strongman and rushed towards Han Wufeng.
"It's you!"
When Han Wufeng saw the old man, he felt like he had seen a ghost.
The old man looked indifferent and said coldly: "You rebelled with the old dog of the War Heaven King back then, and you should have expected that today would be there!"
Han Wufeng snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "I don't understand what you are saying."
The old man said coldly: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you will die today!"
As soon as the words came to the ground, the two of them fought together.
Two powerful men at the realm of the Great Lord broke out into a shocking battle.
At the same time, Tong Wutian rushed towards the magic image named Zhan Tianwang.
That is the promoter of the mutiny that year.
He is also the father of Emperor Xuantian.
Boom!
Tong Wutian, who was flying high, did not even notice the arrival of danger.
The cold light had already hit Tong Wutian's temple.
At that moment, Tong Wutian felt that he was finished.
But at the same time, time seemed to condense.
"elder brother."
A hoarse voice rang in Tong Wutian's ears.
Danger is lifted.
Tong Wutian looked at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared beside him.
He looks middle-aged, with a shave, and looks burly and tough, with a black outfit that looks particularly capable.
At this moment, he grabbed a sharp arrow with one hand and used a little force. The Qingfeng arrow, known as the strange soldier outside the Tao, could instantly turn into nothingness.
"Wuji?"
Tong Wutian shouted in uncertainty.
The middle-aged man focused his head with a slightly red eye: "It's me, brother, it's me who's late to come back."
Tong Wutian was very surprised. During the massacre that year, he thought that all his brothers and sisters had died, but in fact he always thought so.
He never expected that today, 150,000 yuan, he would still see his younger brother Tong Wuji, who was his mother.
I didn't expect that as soon as my younger brother appeared, he saved his life.
In other words, my younger brother Tong Wuji's current strength is still above him!?
Tong Wutian was both surprised and happy.
The two brothers met again, and there were thousands of words in their hearts.
"Brother, let's reminisce after the matter is handled!"
Tong Wuji said in a deep voice.
"good!"
Tong Wutian focuses on the key points.
The moment Huang Junjian left, Tong Wutian felt that everything was gone in his life.
But now, Tong Wutian felt that his life was very valuable! It was great to have family here! Tong Wuji did not rush to take action, but looked at the square in front of Taizu Temple intentionally or unintentionally.
He first glanced at Qiao Xinyu, and then his eyes fell on Ye Xuan.
He didn't even dare to take a look, and silently retracted his eyes and said in his heart: "Emperor Ye, after his subordinates have handled their private affairs, you will be disrespectful to you..." After silently reciting, Tong Wuji calmed down and turned himself into trouble.
The iron-blooded nature of the Black Knife Sect that had been showing for more than ten thousand years, coldly looked at the Dharma image of the Heavenly King, without saying a word, and suddenly took action.