After saying that, Fu Wentian made a fist with his right hand and suddenly punched it forward!
boom!
The void seemed to be exploded by this fist. A broken glass pattern appeared at the position where Fu Wentian punched. Then it quickly spread to all directions, and a straight air channel visible to the naked eye penetrated out. At the end, there was that
Almost condensed into a substantial fist shadow.
Go straight to Fu Wenxue's heart!
Fu Wenxue remained motionless and allowed his brother's attack to come...
Bang, poof!
His chest was penetrated by the shadow of the fist, splashing a cloud of blood mist. A large hole that completely penetrated the front and back immediately appeared on his body - the heart had been completely shattered, turned into powder and blood mist, and disappeared.
call……
Fu Wenxue let out a sigh, as if he was relieved and relieved.
Then, bang.
His body fell on the cold ground of the "Battlefield". Those eyes were facing Fu Wentian - but there was no hatred, only a touch of sadness.
Finally, it closed slowly.
Fu Wentian had no expression on his face, just staring straight at Fu Wenxue's body.
Their father, on the other hand, fell down on his seat with a dejected look on his face and slowly closed his eyes. Two lines of clear tears fell down the cheeks of this steely strong man...
There is no greater tragedy in the world than this!
As the master of the Baiyujing Palace of All Gods in Kunlun Mountain, he not only has a noble status, but also is extremely powerful, and his magic power reaches the heaven and the earth. In the eyes of countless people, he is already comparable to the real gods in the legend.
But now he can only watch his two biological sons killing each other, but there is nothing he can do.
It’s hard to disobey the ancestral precepts!
What's more, everyone including Zongzheng of the Fu family and the heads of other families are watching helplessly.
"Okay, let's go down and check."
Fu Jiazong spoke indifferently and walked out of the auditorium with the others and walked towards the center of the fighting arena.
Some senior officials of the Palace of the Gods also had unbearable expressions and wanted to comfort the palace master, but they didn't know what to do... they could only sigh heavily.
Zongzheng of the Fu family and the other senior officials of the Wan Shen Palace inspected Fu Wenxue's body very carefully and found that he was indeed completely dead.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, they all knelt down on one knee towards Fu Wentian: "Congratulations, Young Master Wentian, from today on, you are the Young Palace Master of our Baiyujing Ten Thousand Gods Palace."
They all looked extremely respectful, as if they were not the ones who forced themselves to implement the ancestral rules and regulations before...
An imperceptible edge flashed in Fu Wentian's eyes, then he nodded and said calmly: "Since you have confirmed Wenxue's death. In accordance with the ancestral rules, I can bury my brother in the family cemetery of my direct descendant of the Fu family.
middle."
"Of course there is no problem. As long as the ancestral rules and regulations are not violated, then there is no problem."
Zong Zheng nodded and agreed to Fu Wentian's reasonable request.
So, Fu Wentian picked up his brother's body, turned and left the fighting field...
He walked slowly step by step, and stopped when he passed by his father. Then he said softly: "Father, don't blame yourself. You have done a good enough job."
After saying that, only a silhouette of his back was left behind, disappearing into the suddenly falling white snow...
The Fu family, as a powerful family inherited from ancient times, naturally has many branches and many clan members. However, the direct line has always been passed down alone and the number of people is sparse.
But because they have served as the masters of the Palace of the Ten Thousand Gods in past dynasties, all of them are extremely powerful. This cemetery is naturally magnificent, like a palace of gods!
It's just a hundred miles away from the White Jade Capital - this distance may be far for ordinary people, but for a strong man like Fu Wentian, it can only be reached in a moment.
The huge stone door opened automatically the moment it sensed Fu Wentian's bloodline.
Only direct descendants of the Fu family can enter this ancient cemetery!
Inside, there are the tombs of the ancestors of the direct line of the Fu family of Wanshen Palace.
Fu Wentian shuttled among the mausoleums with an ancient atmosphere, like a ghostly shadow walking in time... Until he reached the deepest part of the cemetery, he placed Fu Wenxue's body on a white stone.
Cough cough cough!
He suddenly coughed violently, and then blood flowed from all his orifices. He was as weak as if he had experienced a life-and-death battle. He collapsed on the ground like a ball of mud, gasping for air...
very strange!
In the fighting arena just now, Fu Wentian defeated Fu Wenxue with some difficulty, but he was definitely not injured so seriously.
His whole body was shaking violently, as if he was suffering from great pain. Then, he raised his right hand and stabbed it into his heart!
Pfft...
The sound of flesh being pierced was heard.
Fu Wentian actually took out his own heart!
Countless crystal clear, jade-like fine meshes connect his heart and torso.
Thump, thump.
The heart was beating very horribly.
But what's even more shocking is... there is a vague human face above Fu Wentian's heart. And the appearance of that face is clearly that of Fu Wenxue in front of him!
Hehehe, hehehe.
Fu Wentian grinned, and he smiled happily. But because of the blood dripping from his face, it looked very scary.
"Succeeded! I succeeded... life and death together, I really did not practice wrong."
As he spoke, he waved his hand towards his heart!
call!
The human face attached to the heart actually flew out and entered Fu Wenxue's body with a cloud of blood mist - just in time to repair his heart.
Huhuhu...
Countless blood-red mist swirled around Fu Wenxue's body. Gradually, his pale skin began to turn rosy. After a while, he actually started breathing and heartbeating! Within the body, there was a soul.
sign.
A few hours later, Fu Wenxue, who had been carefully inspected by Zong Zheng and many senior officials of the Pantheon Palace and confirmed to be dead, miraculously came back to life!
This is simply incredible.
You know, in front of such a large group of powerful people, it is almost impossible to conceal a person's death. Even Fu Wentian and Fu Wenxue's father, the Master of the Palace of All Gods, cannot do it.
How did he do it?
Fu Wenxue, who had just come back to life, seemed a little confused. But soon, his eyes regained their sparkle. The first thing that caught his eye was Fu Wentian covered in blood...
"Brother! Brother, are you okay?"
He rolled over and hugged the weak Fu Wentian.
Chi-coo chi-coo, chi-coo chi-coo.
Along with a strange sound, those crystal clear white meshes wrapped around Fu Wentian's heart, and then pulled it back into the body, and the wound slowly disappeared.