After Lin Jianxing shouted these words hysterically, he felt as if he was exhausted. Then he looked at Li Tianming, laughing and crying.
Except for his laughter, the entire Tomb of the God of Ten Thousand Swords was completely silent.
However, Li Tianming could clearly feel that when the word 'Lin Mu' appeared in the ancestral mausoleum, countless violent storms were brewing around him, and soon, the whole world would probably be overturned.
The eyes that scrutinized him began to become hot.
"This man, his name is Lin Feng. Because he accidentally broke into the private estate of a cultivator called 'Gongshu Ding', he was caught by Gongshu Ding and asked him to identify himself. Gongshu Ding never expected that he would reveal Lin Mu
His identity as his son! No one in the world would call himself Lin Mu’s son!"
"Besides that, please look at his appearance, his arms, and his behavior of cooperating with foreigners... All of these, without words or bloodline verification, can prove that he is the son of Lin Mu!
Perhaps no one thought that Lin Mu would leave an heir before his death, but the existence of this person is ironclad proof!"
Lin Jianxing spoke continuously for a long time.
"As the saying goes, the father's debt must be paid by the son. Now, I will send Lin Mu's son to the Mausoleum of the God of Ten Thousand Swords. In front of my ancestors, I will ask all the elders to make a decision!"
After Lin Jianxing finished speaking, the entire Tomb of the God of Ten Thousand Swords was still silent.
"Keep your head up."
A cold, low voice that brooked no resistance sounded in Li Tianming's ears.
Li Tianming pursed his lips and did as he was told.
Everyone was looking at his face, his arms, and even his soul.
call!
Many powerful men took a breath of air.
"This appearance...is irrefutable proof."
"The only difference is the white hair! White hair, wait, who is his mother?!"
"Impossible, if it was her, how could she fall into our hands!"
"Too……"
"But it is undeniable that he is Lin Mu's son."
"You bitch, you actually left a bitch behind, and you were brought to the ancestral mausoleum. Who will God spare, haha!"
"Calculating the time, this child is at least a hundred years old, but he has not even condensed the Little Sky Star Chart in his body. Such a talent for cultivation, let alone the 'second sword lineage', is not even as good as the Baidai branch of our Lin family! ...
...Just by looking at this talent, you can tell whose seed it is!"
Countless chaotic sounds were like heavy hammers hitting Li Tianming on the head.
He raised his head, but his eyes were almost blinded by the sword light!
"Son of Lin Mu!"
Just as Gongshu was determined, Lin Jianxing expected.
The Tomb of the God of Ten Thousand Swords is boiling.
Everyone stared at Li Tianming, like a hundred thousand lions staring at a small insect.
Those of them who have been practicing for thousands of years are most afraid of killing Li Tianming if they are not careful.
Often the more this happens, the less likely Li Tianming will die.
However, death penalty is inevitable, and living crime is inevitable!
He clearly felt that in addition to being unable to move even the mustard seeds, his body began to bear the terrifying pressure from these 100,000 strong men.
Puff puff!
Each mustard seed was overwhelmed, began to bleed, and even exploded.
Everywhere on his body began to bleed.
Including eyes, nose, lips!
All are black blood.
Severe pain surges through every corner of the body.
Not even Qingling Pagoda can save him.
"How cruel! But, as long as you don't die!"
Relying on this spiritual will, Li Tianming prepared to hold on.
He really wasn't intimidated!
He thought he could deny it, but he didn't expect that as soon as everyone saw him, they concluded that he was Lin Mu's son, and the sophistry was meaningless.
This road is amazing!
He could only grit his teeth, endure it, and wait!
With his eyes bleeding, he only saw two people besides Lin Jianxing in front of him.
These are two middle-aged people.
One man and one woman.
There is no doubt that they are at the peak of their cultivation, and their strength will be much stronger than Gongshu Ding. They are definitely one of the leaders of the Sword God Lin clan.
The man in green on the left is wearing a star sword robe and a dragon-shaped crown on his head. The hair is tied together and countless sword blades are flowing in it.
On the right is a woman in a purple skirt. She is very graceful and luxurious. Her eyes are like the purple starry sky. Every tassel on her long skirt is shaped like a purple sword.
"The third meridian master, the seventh meridian master."
Lin Jianxing saluted them respectfully.
Sure enough, they have a high status and are the top experts on this dark star. They are all influential figures in this infinite realm.
Their divine power and magnanimity shine like the source of stars.
They stood very close to Li Tianming.
The reason why they were so close was actually to protect Li Tianming, because behind them, the heroes were furious. These were the 'giants' of the Sword God Lin Sect. If they were not careful, they might have crushed Li Tianming.
From being the King of the Sun to being beaten by everyone, this gap is unbearable for most people.
"Who is your mother?"
The seventh meridian leader in a purple dress asked.
When she asked, Li Tianming became more relaxed and could at least speak.
"I don't know, I'm an orphan. Maybe I'm dead." Li Tianming said.
The woman in the purple dress came close to his ear, stared into his eyes, and asked, "Isn't it Idaiyan? On this dark star, they are the only ones with white hair."
Li Tianming shook his head.
The two peak experts looked at each other.
"illegitimate child."
The third chakra lord comes to a conclusion.
"I loved you so much at first, but ended up having an illegitimate child, haha." The Seventh Meridian Master sneered.
"Two pulse masters, how should we deal with him?"
Lin Jianxing asked eagerly.
The two of them looked at Li Tianming again.
The Lord of the Seventh Meridian said: "Don't do anything else for the rest of your life. Kneel until you die in front of the Tomb of the God of Ten Thousand Swords to atone for your father's sins. Let's worship our ancestors first."
"If you want to spit, you can do it anytime."
The third line master smiled.
"No, it's dirty with your spit." said the woman in purple skirt.
They turned around and issued orders.
"First worship the ancestors!"
To be continued...