Chapter 136 One hundred and thirty-six tripods

◎This is what I owe you◎

Just when the blood was about to fall, Sheng Tongjun flipped his palm, and before everyone could react, he sent the Song family patriarch flying out.

He fell out more than ten meters away. Fortunately, he was next to the lake, and the person fell into the water. There was no obstacle, but he was shocked by Xianli and spat out two mouthfuls of blood.

Cheng Tongjun’s sudden action made everyone puzzled, and he explained calmly: “It is because I am not thinking, he is too close, if he wants to assassinate Emperor Wuye and Tianjun, I will wait for nothing. Unprepared, didn’t he let him succeed?”

The Song family’s patriarch fell down in the green lake water, soaked all over, and was extremely embarrassed. He couldn’t see his face with anger on his face: “You are, do you regret it?!”

“Who said I regretted it?” Sheng Tongjun smiled and waved his subordinates to bring a silver basin: “Here, you store your blood here, and then you designate someone to come forward and try.”

The Patriarch of the Song family hated Chengtong-Jun deeply, and every word he said was a conspiracy or plot in the eyes of the Patriarch of the Song family.

But at this time, he was alone and single-handedly, and he did not have the upper hand among all the soldiers of the Heavenly Clan and the people of the Ghost Realm.

As long as the reasons that Sheng Tongjun pulls out are upright, he can’t refute them and can only choose to be forced to accept them.

The Song family’s patriarch was unwilling, but he was helpless. He gritted his teeth and said, “Bring the basin…”

He took the silver basin and checked that nothing was done in the basin before he said coldly: “In the eyes of the public, if you do anything in the basin, there must be no flaws. Wang Sheng thinks twice before acting with Jun.”

As he spoke, he clenched his palms into fists, as if trying to vent the anger in his heart, his red eyes glistening faintly with tears.

The blood poured down like a curtain of broken beads, but after a long time, a small half of the basin was already condensed with blood.

Seeing that he wanted to squeeze some more blood out, Sheng Tongjun snorted coldly, “Enough.”

After saying that, he asked people to **** the silver basin from the Song Family Patriarch.

He raised his head slightly, his eyelids drooping slightly: “You choose someone to help you test, so as not to say that my Celestial Clan is playing tricks.”

The patriarch of the Song family heard the words, his pale lips trembled, his eyes circled around the densely packed Celestial Clan people, and finally his eyes fell on the black crowd.

He tore off a piece of fabric from his sleeve and wrapped his palm at will. The blood soaked through the fabric, but he seemed to be unaware of the pain. ”

The Ghost Emperor was originally watching the show, but when he was named, he smiled and nodded: “Yes.”

The man in black who was pointed out was a little stunned, but he still listened to the ghost emperor’s order, walked towards the people of the Celestial Clan, took the silver basin, and poured a pool on the arm of the man wearing the black hood.

He moved quickly, causing everyone who was holding their breath to widen their eyes and look at the man’s smooth arms.

Rao, the Patriarch of the Song family, also forgot to breathe, and his heartbeat sounded like a drum beating in his ears.

The moment the blood dripped, the man wearing the hood couldn’t help shivering, the black gauze swayed in the wind, and the blood invaded the texture of the skin, like a mandala flower in hell, with an irregular shape of blood. flower.

It seemed to be ignited paper, the red stars quickly spread across his arms, his body moved slightly, but he hummed in his throat.

With the exclamations of the people present, the Song family’s patriarch heaved a sigh of relief, but Song Dingding couldn’t help frowning.

The Celestial Clan will definitely not let the Song Family Patriarch lead by the nose like this, so what happened to the burnt person?

The ears were filled with the fierce disputes of the Celestial Clan people.

“Could it be that what he just said was true? Is this person the last survivor of the Song family?”

“If his identity is not false, then what he said is also true. Isn’t Tianjun… Really having an affair with the daughter of the Demon Domain?”

“The Demon Domain and the Celestial Clan are incompatible. If what he said is true, how will the Celestial Clan convince the public in the future?”

“No, no, it’s impossible! Prince Yuan has benefited the three continents and nine continents for tens of thousands of years, taking the world as his own responsibility, how could he use the heart of a demon in the world?!”

…

The man in black also watched the fun and didn’t think it was a big deal. He listened to the questioning and panic of those people with great interest, picked up the silver basin, and walked towards the second man wearing a hood.

This time, as soon as the blood touched the man’s arm, he heard a whimper that sounded like a whimper.

His arm was like a lit candle, with a sizzling scorching burn. He quickly patted the burnt arm with his hand in pain, but it couldn’t reduce the pain.

Before everyone could react, the man in black was already holding the silver basin and walked towards the third man.

Like the second person, the man groaned in pain, and even with the hood, everyone noticed something was wrong.

There are only two people, Emperor Wuye and Tianjun. How come the men in black tried the third person with blood, but they were all burned by the blood of the Song family?

Everyone has not figured out the key, but Song Dingding has already reacted to the conspiracy of the Celestial Clan.

She then said, how could the Celestial Clan dare to cooperate like this, it turned out to be waiting for them here.

Emperor Wuye and Tianjun would definitely be burned by the blood of the Song family, but it was difficult to cover up the burns in public.

So they did the opposite. As long as these few people used a spell to fake the appearance of being burned when they touched the blood of the Patriarch of the Song family, they could confuse the public and make everyone think that there was something wrong with the blood of the Patriarch of the Song family. , anyone who goes can get burned.

In this way, the Patriarch of the Song family could not prove his identity, so what he said just now naturally became nonsense.

Sheng Tongjun is really despicable, to come up with such a shameless method.

The Song family’s patriarch also reacted to their conspiracy after realizing it. His face was pale, his Adam’s apple couldn’t help rolling, the corners of his mouth were pursed down, twitching from time to time, as if mocking his own innocence and stupidity.

Even delusional thinking, that Emperor Wuye will be a gentleman, and will not join forces with Tianjun and others, and will uphold justice for his Song family.

But he had forgotten that the reputation of the Celestial Clan **** everything else, how could Emperor Wuye slap him in the face.

More and more people in the crowd reacted, and they shouted: “There’s something wrong with the blood! Look, they’re all burned!” They seemed to be cheering excitedly, but also like a triumphant cry.

The man in black was still continuing, but the Patriarch of the Song family had no intention of looking any further. He took out the dagger from his sleeve, rubbed the sharp blade in his palm, and slowly and with difficulty climbed up from the lake.

If he can’t rectify Pei’s name and seek justice for the Song family, then he will be desperate, and he will have to pay the price for Chengtongjun and Tianjun.

The Patriarch of the Song family walked forward step by step, everyone’s attention was on the few people wearing hoods, no one noticed, silently walking in the crowd, slowly advancing towards Sheng Tongjun man.

Only Song Dingding saw him.

She knew what he wanted to do – he was going to die with Sheng Tongjun.

She looked at his resolute and thin back, her face was cold for a while, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that she had tears all over her cheeks.

She hated herself so much now.

It was because she framed Chili-Jun that Sheng Tongjun was angry with the Song family. Even if the reasons for the Song family’s extermination were complicated, even if there was no Shengtong-Jun, Tianjun would send others to do it.

But in the end, Sheng Tongjun forced the original owner to kill the Song family’s wife, but it was because of her.

The Song family’s wife has passed away. If the Song family’s patriarch also dies in front of her eyes, she is afraid that she will live in nightmares and guilt for the rest of her life.

Just as the man in black was holding the silver basin and drenched it towards the last two, the Patriarch of the Song family stopped.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Isn’t there a problem with this blood? Why did the last two people have no reaction at all?”

“Who are these two? Why are these two alone, not burned by his blood?”

The wind blew through the blood-stained corners of the clothes, and the clothes were fluttering. Looking at them, there was only sadness.

The Song Family Patriarch’s ears were full of wind, and the dozens of heavenly soldiers in white armor who were guarding Sheng Tongjun in front of him seemed to have disappeared from his eyes, and his pupils only focused on the undefended Sheng Tongjun.

He could no longer hear the discussions and disputes of the crowd, the dagger hidden in his sleeve, facing the cold wind blowing from the shreds, faintly hissing sound.

He needed to avoid the Celestial Clan guards who were standing beside Sheng Tongjun, and only when they were unprepared, he would do his best to give it a shot.

The patriarch of the Song family pursed the corners of his lips, his bloodshot eyes staring intently in the direction of Sheng Tongjun.

I don’t know who shouted: “Where did that man go?”

Sheng Tongjun’s attention was distracted at this moment, he turned his head to look at the lake, but did not find the figure of the Song family’s patriarch.

It was at this moment, with the curvature of the sleeves rising in the wind, the Song family patriarch stepped on tiptoe on the moss-covered rock, and the soles of his shoes stepped across the lake, making ripples.

He raised the poisoned machete dagger high, and under the radiant light, it flashed with a cold chill, swirling in the direction of Sheng Tongjun’s heart, and threw it out with all his strength.

Only seeing a piercing silver light, I could clearly hear the sound of the silver blade sinking into the flesh.

As the sound fell, Sheng Tongjun’s body instinctively curled up slightly, lowered his eyes slowly, and looked at the blood on his red chest: “Ha.”

The blood is like red peony in full bloom, quickly blooming on the white cloth, the sound of breathing slightly, and the sound of the heartbeat suddenly increasing in confusion in the ears.

He raised his hand and put it on his chest, dipped his fingertips in blood, an imperceptible smile pressed against his lips, and his dark brown eyes looked at the face of the Patriarch of the Song family.

The blood-stained index finger and **** were bent side by side, and issued a silent order to the guard beside him. His peach-like lips were slightly opened, and he made a mouth gesture to the Song family patriarch: Well done.

After the guard, he reacted with hindsight. Dozens of people stood in front of Sheng Tongjun at the same time, surrounded him in the center to protect him, took out the bow and arrow behind him, and shot the arrow in one go.

The random arrows are like noisy raindrops, forming arcs in the air, shooting in the direction of the Song Family Patriarch like shooting stars.

The head of the Song family knew that he couldn’t avoid it, so he simply stood still.

Although the culprit who destroyed the Song family’s whole family was Sheng Tongjun, the real murderer behind it was Tianjun.

It’s just that Tianjun was mixed in with those black gauze hats, and he couldn’t identify which one was Tianjun for a while. .

He closed his eyes, not afraid of death, as if he was welcoming redemption and liberation.

Tears fell, and Song Dingding subconsciously screamed out, his voice was sad as if he wanted to split the yin and yang: “Uncle Song—”

In the blurred vision, a gust of wind swept through, vaguely revealing the figure of the man who fell heavily.

When she saw the things in front of her clearly, her body was as stiff as hardened cement. Something rushed towards her brain, making her dizzy. The person who fell was not the Song family’s head, but Pei. name.

With his back to the crowd, he was half-kneeling on the ground, his back was full of submerged long arrows, and he was still holding the body that had lost body temperature in his arms, like a rock that could not fall.

The warm morning light swayed the earth with brilliant golden light, and the fine light and shadow fell from the green forest and stream, and fell on his hair like frost and snow. The long strands of long hair hanging down reflected the warm wind.

Seeing the clusters of blood blooming on his back, she felt like retching, but she couldn’t move her body, mucus was rolling in her stomach, and her face was as pale as paper.

The Patriarch of the Song family also looked at Pei Ming sluggishly, his split lips trembling uncontrollably: “Why, why…”

Why block these arrows for him?

Pei Ming lowered his head, his slender eyelashes dipped in dew, and lowered his slender eyelashes.

The head of the Song family didn’t understand Pei Ming’s words, but Song Dingding did.

In order to save Pei Ming when she was a teenager, she framed Chilijun to peep at the princess of the dragon clan, which led Cuizhu to kill Chilijun and made Chengtongjun hate her.

That’s why Shengtong-Jun did such a maddening thing as forcing the original owner to kill the Song family’s wife in front of the Song family’s head.

It was clear that she owed the Song family and his wife, but Pei Ming took the blame on herself, and even used her body to block arrows to make up for her debt to the Song family and her husband.

Song Dingding was speechless, but felt the world was spinning and the world was spinning, and there was a gloomy breath in her chest, and she fell so hard that she couldn’t breathe.

Sheng Tongjun did not pity Pei Ming, his lips slightly opened: “Continue.”

With an order, the guard set up a longbow, put the arrow on the string, and continued to shoot at Pei Ming.

“enough-”

Everyone followed the voice and saw that the ghost emperor narrowed his slender eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly: “This person stole Gu’s Soul Cultivation Tower, you kill him to silence him, is it because Gu is looking for your Celestial Clan to return to repair? Soul Tower?”

He was dressed in white, leaning lazily on the boat, his clothes fluttering, and moving in the wind, as beautiful as a beautiful boy walking out of an ink painting.

Mingming looked at the clear and smooth jade, burning like light, the words spit out from the lips and teeth, but gave people a very strong pressure, suppressing the dazzling Chengtongjun to the point of no momentum.

Sheng Tongjun was interrupted, and he was not at all annoyed. He waved his hand to stop the guards beside him, and looked at the last two people who did not respond to the blood in the silver basin with a chuckle.

“Take off the hood.” With a dagger stuck in his chest, the black blood oozes faintly from his lips, but he smiled calmly: “Emperor Buye… um, Tianjun?”

They stood stiff and motionless amid the chaotic noise of the crowd.

“What?! They are Emperor Wuye and Tianjun?”

“Then why this person’s blood did not burn the two of them, but burned the others?”

“What exactly is going on?!”

…

Seeing Emperor Wuye and Tianjun who couldn’t stop, they raised their hands together to lift the hat, the corners of Shengtongjun’s eyes were slightly curved, and the fine lines around them were folded together, Emperor Wuye looked at him with a cold face: “You want to Clear?”

Wuye Dijun clearly knew that Shengtongjun had played tricks on this blood, but he did not question or reprimand him in public. Instead, he asked him in a calm voice if he had figured it out.

This is the gap between Tianjun and Wuye Dijun. If the people around him didn’t hold Tianjun, Tianjun would probably rush up and grab Shengtongjun’s collar and ask him why he betrayed them.

Sheng Tongjun did not answer the words of Emperor Wuye, but instead glanced down at the poisonous machete dagger on his chest, and said to himself: “I have fought for the Celestial Clan all my life, and I have never betrayed the Celestial Clan and the common people… I just want to let The dusty truth has just reappeared in the world.”

He said, and suddenly laughed: “That blood, I really did my tricks. The silver basin that the ghost emperor’s soldiers carried is the pig’s blood after I adjusted the package. The blood of the real Song family is here.”

Sheng Tongjun choked off the blindfold, and a silver basin filled with half a basin of blood appeared at the foot of the originally empty foot.

Tianjun couldn’t help but scolded: “Are you cheating?!”

“Heh.” He chuckled lightly, his eyes full of ridicule: “Tianjun is joking, if I didn’t change the pot of blood, how would I know that pig blood can actually burn people’s skin?”

Sheng Tongjun bent down slowly, as if he wanted to pick up the blood in the silver basin, but with a dagger on his chest, just a slight movement made the blood overflow faster.

He kept moving, holding the silver basin with both hands: “I expected early in the morning that you would stick the Fire Talisman paper on them…”

As a general of the Celestial Clan, Sheng Tongjun was once the right-hand man of the Celestial Lord, so how could he not be clear about the thoughts of the Celestial Lord?

If he doesn’t press on him step by step, Tianjun will definitely try to capture Pei Ming and kill the Song family patriarch. He will temporarily calm the matter, and then carefully study how to block the mouths of everyone.

As long as there is no substantive evidence that cannot be refuted, the Patriarch of the Song family can’t bring down the Heavenly Sovereign, let alone shake the image of the Heavenly Clan in the eyes of the world.

As if he was helping Tianjun to clear his name, he first led Tianjun to respond to the request of the Song family’s patriarch to verify his identity with blood.

After Tianjun took the bait, he proposed to wear a hood to cover his face, as if to give Tianjun some room to ease, and let Tianjun use retreat as an advance, and there was a problem with framing the blood of the Song family.

He pulled Emperor Wuye into the water, just because he was afraid that Tianjun would be in a hurry, and he couldn’t think of a way to cover up with flaming talisman paper to catch fish in troubled waters.

He believed that Emperor Wuye would definitely choose to help Tianjun clean up this mess for the sake of Tianzu’s reputation.

After all, the incident happened suddenly, and when Emperor Wuye was thinking about the problem, he was afraid that he would not be able to be thoughtful.

For example, Emperor Wuye’s habitual thinking made him subconsciously think that the blood of the Song family’s patriarch would burn him and Tianjun, so only a few other people put on the flame talisman paper, but he and Tianjun didn’t.

Sheng Tongjun seized this loophole and proposed to let the Song Family Patriarch choose one person to test the blood.

At this time, everyone’s attention was on the ghost emperor’s side, and he took advantage of the unexpected and replaced the blood of the Song family’s patriarch with pig blood.

The few people wearing veil caps followed the instructions of Emperor Wuye, and when their arms came into contact with pig blood, they activated the talisman paper, forging the illusion of being burned by blood.

There were only Emperor Wuye and Tianjun. They didn’t have stickers, so everyone else was ‘burned’ by pig blood, and only the two of them didn’t respond.

Sheng Tongjun explained calmly, his lips gradually lost their color, and on his pale face, he still had a leisurely smile: “The matter of destroying the Song family back then was indeed the one who took the order of Heavenly Monarch. Go kill your mouth…”

With anger on Tianjun’s face, his facial features sullenly, he broke free from the pull of others, and interrupted him almost roaring: “Shut up! You don’t want to spit people, how much benefit did you receive from Pei Ming?!”

The matter has come to this point, and even Sheng Tongjun has personally admitted that it is a sure-fire fact that destroying the Song family is a sure thing.

Emperor Wuye stared at Shengtongjun who was slowly poisoning, and asked blankly: “You are poisonous, but there is still a solution. If you turn back at this time, I can save your life. Implicated your relatives and friends.”

It’s good that he didn’t say this, but when he said it, it seemed that he had stabbed a nerve in Sheng Tongjun. Sheng Tongjun raised his head and laughed, and the frantic smile made people feel terrified: “My family? Where am I? What family do you have?”

“I only have one person, Chili-kun, who is like blood relatives. He and I were born and died for the Celestial Clan, and they would not hesitate to destroy their cultivation base, but what about you?”

“Mrs. Tianjun, just because of a woman’s three words, she decided that Chili-Jun was plotting something wrong, and killed Chili-Jun who had damaged his Yuanshen and threw him at the bottom of the sea.”

Blue veins bulged on his neck, and his saliva mixed with blood was sprayed in the air: “Have you ever thought that Chili-Jun is fighting for the Celestial Clan, and that will damage his Primordial Spirit. Although he is greedy for beauty, he also Unsullied one’s innocence!”

Sheng Tongjun clenched the silver basin in his hand and pinched his fingernails into the bottom of the basin: “Since I told the truth, I never thought of going back alive, I just want to seek justice for Chili-Jun and let everyone in the world know that he It’s a **** of war, a hero, not a coward who is greedy for money, lustful, drunk and falls to the bottom of the sea!”

After all, he walked quickly in the direction of Tianjun, even though his steps staggered, but his pace was firm, and the blood of the Song family patriarch in the silver basin was splashed on the face of the unsuspecting and irrational Tianjun.