I seized the Demon Emperor

Mr. Tianji came behind the young man.

The young man seemed unaware and kowtowed three times to the tomb.

"Are Shan Jing's remains here too?" Mr. Tianji looked at the small jar on the left side of the tomb.

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

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

The young man replied: "It could be me."

Mr. Tianji said: "Stand up and talk. In order to kill me, you didn't hesitate to disturb the reburial of her remains and lead me here. How much filial piety do you really have left?"

The young man knelt and didn't move: "I just hope my mother can witness everything that happens next."

"Don't be crazy, but you are upright. If he doesn't besiege me with Cheng Hui and others, you won't have a chance." Mr. Tianji said: "Besides Cheng Hui and Ling Cang, who else is there? Just the two of them are not enough to keep me."

He glanced at the empty small jar on the right again.

Just looking at it, the small jar turned into ashes and disappeared.

"Even if it's not in front of Ning'er, I won't hurt you." Mr. Tianji looked tired and sighed softly: "I was sorry for you and your son in the past. You hate me, and I have nothing to say."

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

He looked more like his mother, and overall he didn't have much in common with Mr. Tianji.

But if you look closely, the two of them look quite similar.

Cheng Yingtian, the Marquis of Fengxiang in the Southern Chu Dynasty, looked at his biological father calmly: "I like your confidence, otherwise you wouldn't come here."

Mr. Tianji looked at the young man in front of him, his face showing deep fatigue: "We haven't seen each other for five years. Now we meet again. Can we only talk about this one thing?"

Cheng Yingtian smiled calmly: "There must be a conclusion. Time can't wear away everything. There are some things that will only settle and become heavier as time goes by."

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

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

Mr. Tianji turned his gaze to the small jar left on the left and fell silent.

"If your palm had really landed on her back then, there wouldn't have been many things that happened afterwards." Cheng Yingtian said lightly: "Over the years, every day, every moment, every moment, you have the opportunity to make a new choice, but you gave up. That's why I am reminded all the time to prepare for this day."

Mr. Tianji said tiredly: "Although you left, I have always been paying attention to you. Are you really just preparing to avenge Ning'er as you said?"

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's right to go my own way.

With you, my road will be much smoother, but I don't like it alone."

"…………Is that so?" Mr. Tianji sighed to the sky.

His sight passed over Cheng Yingtian's shoulder and looked at the grave in silence.

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

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

"If it's you, do it."

At this moment, Mr. Tianji Yingxiantian was not like the righteous giant who fought against the Blood River Patriarch in Zhengyang City, nor was he as fierce and high-spirited as he had just fought against Bie Donglai and the King of Chu.

Although he still looked middle-aged in his forties or fifties, he was very old.

When he turned his back to Cheng Yingtian, he was not on guard at all, nor did he have any intention of trying to protect himself.

The door of the empty door was wide open, as if he was ready to be killed.

Cheng Yingtian watched the other person walk out step by step.

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

Mr. Tianji really did not resist, and let the other person's palm hit the back of his head.

The palm wind was fierce. Before the two sides really touched each other, Mr. Tianji could already feel the shadow of death looming over him.

In a flash, the picture he recalled in his mind was the crying of his son in the cradle when he was just born.

Just when his mind was wandering, a bloody color suddenly invaded the originally peaceful picture.

Mr. Tianji woke up suddenly.

He noticed something wrong.

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

It was the manifestation of the innate Dao Zang's principle and artistic conception of the direct inheritance of the Xiantian Palace.

But in addition to the Xiantian Dao Zang, Mr. Tianji also felt that there were other inherited unique skills in Cheng Yingtian's body.

Brilliant Spectrum, Bright Brilliant.

This is not surprising.

Cheng Yingtian was the direct descendant of both the Xiantian Palace and the Southern Chu Royal Family. Mr. Tianji knew it very well.

But at this moment, he clearly felt that his son had practiced another extremely top-notch unique skill in addition to the Xiantian Dao Zang and the Brilliant Spectrum.

... Brutal, ominous, evil, bloody!

This feeling, the magic way?

... Blood River Swordsmanship?

At this thought, Mr. Tianji suddenly woke up.

His cultivation had already reached the pinnacle, returning to the original nature.

At this time, he moved according to his heart, with strength in mind first, and the brilliance of the innate Bagua instantly condensed behind his head, blocking the palm of Cheng Yingtian.

Although he was hit by Cheng Yingtian in a hurry and staggered forward, he also shook Cheng Yingtian away from behind.

"You practice the Blood River Magic Dao?" Mr. Tianji was surprised and angry.

When the two sides collided with each other, even if Mr. Tianji responded hastily, his strength was shocking.

With Cheng Yingtian's skills, he felt overwhelmed even if he tried his best.

He used all his skills to burst out, and in just this one move, his father Mr. Tianji could already judge that his son's Blood River Sword Dao skills were not stolen or learned from a side branch, but the most authentic Blood River.

It may even be that the Blood River ancestor Xue Cangqiong taught him personally.

Among the ten heroes of the world, the Tianhe lineage has the "little sword fairy" Shen Tianzhao, while no one from the Blood River lineage is shortlisted.

Everyone in the world says that in today's world, the younger generation of the Blood River lineage has been suppressed by Shen Tianzhao alone.

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

"Your sword intent is pure, not like Xue Haoran. If you want to practice the Blood River Sword to such an extent, you must cultivate it with the blood of the common people. What on earth do you..." Mr. Tianji turned his head and glared at Cheng Yingtian.

Mr. Tianji could still tolerate the other party learning martial arts from the King of Chu, plotting against the Xiantian Palace, and even wanting to kill his biological father.

But the other party's sinking into the Blood River Demon Road really angered him.

The King of Chu took advantage of the death of the Western Qin Emperor to attack Zhengyang City and the Western Qin Dynasty, but it was still just a contest between warriors and warriors, not involving ordinary people.

But the Blood River lineage inherited the slaughter of the common people, which was taboo for Mr. Tianji.

Even if he was not close to the old sword fairy, Mr. Tianji had fought with the Blood River Patriarch.

At this moment, he was shocked to realize that Cheng Yingtian practiced the Blood River swordsmanship. For a moment, Mr. Tianji even had a vague blank in his mind. He could accept his son becoming another King of Chu, but he could never accept the other party becoming another Blood River Patriarch.

Cheng Yingtian looked calm, shaking his numb palms: "Uncle Huang adopted and taught me for today, but the bow is hidden after the bird is dead. After dealing with you, he will naturally deal with me.

Not to mention that he hates the whole house because of you, but just for Cheng Longyuan and others, he will not keep me.

I will naturally find a new backer for myself."

Mr. Tianji calmed down at this moment.

But his eyes turned cold when he looked at his son: "Then you will find Xuehe?"

"I changed a move just now, you should have felt it, I learned Xuehe swordsmanship, and I have some talent. It's rare that we fit each other, so don't miss it." Cheng Yingtian looked normal: "The people around you died, and you didn't do anything in the end, but now you are so angry for irrelevant people?"

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

"Don't worry, my life is still yours." As he said, he walked towards Cheng Yingtian.

But his aura was completely different from before.

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

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

"It doesn't matter whether you join the Western Qin or the Eastern Zhou, but this path of evil is your own choice." Mr. Tianji exhaled slowly, then raised his palm to grab Cheng Yingtian.

Cheng Yingtian would naturally not sit still and wait for death.

When his palms crossed, golden flames emerged, and then turned into a picture of the innate Bagua composed of light in the air.

When the innate Bagua was running, a torrent of blood flowed, and the sword energy was cold.

Mr. Tianji looked at this scene, and his heart was mixed with mixed feelings.

His son, who had an outstanding talent for martial arts and an outstanding understanding, actually faintly combined the power and artistic conception of the Brilliant Spectrum and the Innate Daozang.

In time, the sword intent of the Blood River lineage may also be integrated into it, and he may create his own unique skills.

As long as he is given some more time, his future achievements will not be lower than his father Ying Xiantian, and it is even possible that he will be better than his father.

But this relief and joy were immediately replaced by anger.

The more talented and powerful the son in front of him is, the more trouble he will cause.

In the future, he may be better than his father, or he may be a big devil who is better than the ancestor of the Blood River.

With this thought, Mr. Tianji's heart hardened and his men were no longer merciful.

But at this moment, the new grave next to him suddenly cracked.

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

Looking at the familiar figure, the familiar face, and the familiar Xiantian Bagua diagram, Mr. Tianji was stunned.

But in this slight moment of stunned time, the beauty in front of him turned into bones in an instant.

The original flesh and blood turned into blood.

Then, it turned into a mighty river of blood, running through Mr. Tianji's body!