Chapter 137 One hundred and thirty-seventh tripod

◎I would like to die and my wife will be resurrected◎

Only a sound of ‘thorn’ was heard, like some burnt smell, mixed with thick black smoke billowing towards the sky.

Tianjun, who was originally angry, suddenly fell without any image in front of everyone’s eyes, curled up like an earthworm, covered his face with his arms, and rolled around in the lake howling.

The screams went up and down, and the muddy blood, like burnt plastic, flowed thickly into the clear stream.

The hood on his head had fallen somewhere, and gradually stopped moving. The palms he removed were covered in blood, and the tender red flesh was exposed from the face to the neck, like a peeled frog.

His face riddled with holes was even more terrifying than the burn marks on the Song family’s patriarch’s face, and the heavenly soldiers beside him retreated in fright.

When Sheng Tongjun heard Tianjun’s painful scream due to the burn, he couldn’t help laughing up to the sky.

He laughed so cheerfully, so madly, even if the poison on the dagger penetrated into his lungs, and the thick black blood rushed to his throat, blocking his trachea, the curvature of the corner of his mouth was still raised.

The black blood made him cough, his originally pale face gradually lost its color, his parched lips trembled, and his eyes gradually lost focus.

He held his throat tightly, and with the rest of his breath, he turned his eyes to the shocked face of Emperor Wuye, his blood-stained lips tugged, leaving a meaningful smile.

With just one glance, Emperor Buye suddenly understood what he meant—Jun Shengtong did it on purpose.

It turned out that even the head of the Song family was angered by him because he couldn’t get justice for the Song family, and his intention to perish together was within his expectations.

Even if he knew that he and Tianjun were grasshoppers on the same line, and exposed Tianjun’s affairs, he would never survive. He didn’t want to kill himself, and he didn’t want to be taken back by the Celestial Clan to be punished, so he took his own life through the hands of the Song Family Patriarch.

What a terrible city.

It’s a pity that Tianjun doesn’t know how to use such a good helper. Instead, because of the affairs of the women in the inner government, the relationship between the master and servant of the two has been ruined, and he has turned against each other.

Tianjun was only burned by the blood of the Song family’s patriarch, and he could not die. Emperor Wuye turned his eyes away from Shengtongjun, who had swallowed his breath.

The matter has come to this point, Tianjun’s anger has been exhausted, and the reputation and face of the Tianzu have been corrupted by Tianjun.

There are people from the ghost realm here, and everyone knows that Pei Ming is the bloodline of the heavenly clan and the devil. I want to silence Pei Ming.

He glanced at Pei Ming, who was kneeling and injured in the distance, and sighed lightly: “Tianjun is eager to save his son, but unexpectedly caused a catastrophe. However, there are rules in the sky, and the emperor’s crime is also the same as the common people…”

“After I bring Tianjun back to the Tianzu, the Tiandi will investigate this matter thoroughly. If the words of the Song family’s patriarch are true, the Tianzu will punish them severely and give the Song family an explanation.”

When Emperor Wuye said Song Family Patriarch, he recognized his identity as Song Family Patriarch.

However, the Patriarch of the Song family understands that the so-called severe punishment in the mouth of Emperor Wuye is only to block the mouths of the world, not to uphold justice for the Song family.

Now that Shengtongjun has died of poisoning, Tianjun was disfigured by his blood, and he will face the judgment of the emperor after returning to the Tianzu.

This matter is too big, and the Celestial Clan loses all face. If the Celestial Clan wants to restore its majesty, it will never forgive the Heavenly Monarch lightly.

Although the name of Pei was corrected, and the unjust souls of the Song family were comforted, the delayed justice and justice did not make the head of the Song family feel any better.

He didn’t care to respond to Emperor Wuye’s words, he got up from the blood-stained lake, and staggered towards Pei Ming: “Xiao Pei, don’t move, I will heal you…”

The words of the Song family patriarch seemed to remind Emperor Wuye of something, he pursed his lips thoughtfully and looked at the ghost emperor.

“Originally, I should have brought this person back to the Celestial Clan. After the truth is found out, we will discuss the aftermath. However, this person stole the Ghost Emperor’s Soul Cultivation Tower. It is better to hand this person over to you first.”

“However, I still want to beg him for mercy.”

There was no expression on Emperor Wuye’s face, and his black and white eyes were filled with some faint sarcasm: “If the Song family’s annihilation has nothing to do with him, he slaughtered ten cities in the Demon Realm, and killed his relatives righteously, and killed the Demon Realm Empress with his own hands. All the people in the world have created a blessing.”

“I hope the ghost emperor will see this matter and spare his life.”

These words seemed to be pleading for Pei Ming, but Song Dingding could hear another meaning of Emperor Wuye.

──Pei Ming’s personality is arrogant and will be reported, even his biological mother can get rid of it, which shows how cruel he is.

In addition, Pei Ming once slaughtered ten cities in the Demon Domain, which is to warn the ghost emperor that if he does not take this opportunity to remove Pei Ming, he is afraid that he will raise tigers and cause endless troubles.

Emperor Wuye couldn’t do it himself, so he wanted to use the ghost emperor’s hand to kill Pei Ming.

After all, Pei Ming is indeed the bloodline of Tianjun and the daughter of Demon Domain, but whenever he lives for a day, it is like reminding everyone in the world about this big stain of Tianzu.

At this time, the Celestial Clan was on the cusp of the storm, and if anything happened to Pei Ming, it would be counted in the head of the Celestial Clan by the world.

Even if Pei Ming’s existence is a smear of the Celestial Clan, Emperor Buye would not dare to act rashly.

The only thing he could do was to remind the Ghost Emperor what Pei Ming had done to Moyu under the pretext of helping Pei Ming to beg for mercy.

Song Dingding really wanted to scold him, but her body was so stiff that she couldn’t move, only the accelerated heartbeat made her know that she still exists in the world.

After the Emperor Wuye finished speaking, and without waiting for the Ghost Emperor to answer, he led the Heavenly Soldiers and escorted the Heavenly Lord away – no one cared about Pei Yuan, they just wanted to go back quickly, apologize to the Heavenly Emperor, and solve this problem as soon as possible thing.

In the mountains that were originally separated by yin and yang, there was only a black mass of soldiers in the ghost world that was as dense as crow feathers.

The ghost emperor still had jade walnuts in his hands, his clothes fluttered in the wind, and the white clothes reflected his elegant face.

“You have been thinking about it for a long time, and you must have already thought about what the price will be for me.”

A hoarse and cool voice suddenly sounded in the valley with many mountains and mountains.

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of the ghost emperor’s mouth, and he blinked, as gentle and innocent as a gentleman: “How dare I ask you to pay any price, your vitality is as vigorous and tenacious as weeds, and I am afraid that you will kill the ghost world later. Take away the lonely life.”

He said that he was afraid, but there was no trace of fear on his face, and that fearless smile added a hint of sarcasm.

Pei Ming understood what he meant, but did not speak.

After an unknown amount of time, Pei Ming said slowly, “I would like to die, and my wife will be resurrected.”

He seemed to have already made up his mind. He said this now, with no expression on his face, as if he was not saying that he was going to die, but that he was talking about the weather, calm and indifferent.

Seeing that he took out compassion from his sleeve, Song Dingding couldn’t hold it any longer, the defense line in his heart collapsed, and a whimper suddenly came out from his throat, almost shouting out: “Don’t…”

Her stiff body suddenly softened, and she subconsciously rushed in Pei Ming’s direction, intending to take the mercy from his hands.

However, she rushed straight through his body, and then she suddenly realized that she was such a half-dead ghost.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but it seemed so useless at this time, she could only watch Pei Ming raise the crescent moon double-blade.

The ghost emperor’s eyes were half-closed, his long eyelashes were slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth showed a smile that was not a smile: “When did I say I wanted you to kill yourself?”

Pei Ming’s movements paused slightly, the light in the bottom of his eyes flickered, and he looked at the Ghost Emperor in confusion.

“Have you ever heard of the Holy Mountain?”

Pei Ming’s long eyelashes trembled: “Never.”

“It is rumored that all the way to the south, the end of that place is the holy mountain.”

The Ghost Emperor smiled and said softly: “Pilgrims kowtow every three steps and pray every step of the way. They must have a sincere heart, and kowtow to one hundred thousand, until they reach the foot of the holy mountain.”

“You take your wife to the holy mountain. If your love for your wife can touch the **** of the holy mountain, your wife will naturally wake up.”

“However, the solitary will spread the matter of your trip to the holy mountain.” The ghost emperor stood on the fishing boat, stretched his tone, and reminded lightly: “These 100,000 long heads cannot be interrupted in the middle, otherwise all previous achievements will be lost. Gu Heard that you have many enemies, and you can’t have both, I’m afraid that you will lose your life halfway before you reach the holy mountain.”

From ancient times to the present, thousands of pilgrims have prayed for their relatives or their loved ones, but no one has ever found the holy mountain.

What’s more, if the Ghost Emperor spreads the story of Pei Ming’s trip to the Holy Mountain, he will probably be blocked on the road by those people that Pei Ming had offended before.

Not to mention that he severely damaged the Demon Realm a few years ago, those demon cultivators have been staring at him, it is him who disguised himself as a woman and mixed in the Tianmen Sect all these years, those who have been deceived by him… Yuwei Daojun, Ma Yun, There is also Li Hua, who believes that Pei Ming killed Li Zhi.

Pei Ming is now seriously injured. If he accepts the pilgrimage to the holy mountain mentioned by the ghost emperor, once it starts, he must worship with all his heart.

For him, it is to become the fish on the chopping board of others, without the power to fight back, he can only be slaughtered and tortured to death.

The ghost emperor knows too well that death is not scary, but I am afraid that there is still hope in my heart, but it will never reach the light.

“Or, you can choose to give up now. It’s just a woman, why is it worth your life?”

The Ghost Sovereign gave Pei Ming enough time to think about it. He smiled and narrowed his brows. His face was a little cool, and he said calmly, “Left and right, it’s just because of love that I fell in love with her.”

The word ’emotional gu’ was like a steel needle, poking straight into Song Dingding’s heart, it was cold and cold, stinging and stabbing.

Yes. No matter how good Pei Ming is to her, even if he is willing to sacrifice his life for her, in the final analysis, it is just for the love.

If there is no love Gu, how could Pei Ming look at her more?