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 Ten Thousand Sword Gods was completely silent.
However, Li Tianming could clearly feel that when the two words "Lin Mu" appeared in the ancestral mausoleum, countless violent storms were brewing around him. Soon, the whole world would be overturned.
The eyes that looked at 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 Tomb of the God of Ten Thousand Swords, and in front of my ancestors, I will ask the elders to make a decision!"
After Lin Jianxing finished speaking, the entire Tomb of the God of Ten Thousand Swords was still silent.
“Raise your head.”
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 is looking at his face, his arms, and even his soul.
Phew!
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?!”
“It’s 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, like heavy hammers, hitting Li Tianming on the head.
He raised his head, but his eyes were almost blinded by the light of the sword!
“O son of Lin Mu!”
Just as Gongshu Ding and 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 who have been practicing for thousands of years, what they fear most is that if they are not careful, they will kill Li Tianming.
The more this happens, the less likely Li Tianming will die.
It’s just that death penalty is unavoidable and living crime is unavoidable!
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, or even exploded.
He began to bleed from every part of his body.
Including eyes, nose, lips!
All are black blood.
Severe pain that surges through every corner of the body.
Even Qingling Pagoda can't save it.
“How cruel! But, as long as you don’t die!”
Li Tianming relied on this spiritual will to survive.
He was really not 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 terrible!
He can only grit his teeth, endure it, and wait!
With his eyes bleeding, he could only see 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 master of the third channel, the master of the seventh channel.”
Lin Jianxing saluted them respectfully.
As expected, they have a high status and are the top powerful men 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 are so close is actually to protect Li Tianming, because behind them, the heroes are furious. These are the "giants" of the Sword God Lin Sect. If they are not careful, they may crush Li Tianming.
From being the king of the sun, to falling to being beaten by everyone, this is a gap that not just ordinary people can bear.
“Who is your mother?”
The seventh channel leader in the purple dress asked.
She asked Li Tianming more relaxedly, at least he could speak.
“I don’t know, I’m an orphan. Maybe I’m dead,” Li Tianming said.
The woman in the purple skirt 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.
These two peak experts looked at each other.
“illegitimate child.”
The third channel lord comes to a conclusion.
“At first we were so in love that we ended up having an illegitimate child, haha.” The Lord of the Seventh Meridian sneered.
“Two pulse masters, how should we deal with him?”
Lin Jianxing asked eagerly.
The two of them looked at Li Tianming again.
The seventh lineage master said: "Don't do anything else for the rest of your life. Just kneel in front of the Tomb of the Ten Thousand Swords God until you die, and atone for your father's sins. Let's worship our ancestors first."
“Anyone who wants to spit can do so at any time.”
The third lineage master smiled.
“No, it’s dirty with spit.” said the woman in purple skirt.
They turned around and issued orders.
“Sacrifice to the ancestors first!”
"yes!"
Snapped!
Li Tianming was unable to control his body.
He was controlled like a puppet. He knelt down in the direction of the Tomb of the God of Ten Thousand Swords and threw himself to the ground.
The key point is that it is like a Star Sea Divine Ship is pressing on his back.
The pressure from the high-ranking gods of the universe penetrated into every mustard seed, causing his whole body to bleed, especially a pair of knees, which were directly shattered.
awful!
"Don't cry, this is just the beginning. You will have to be like this for the rest of your life. You won't be able to die even if you want to."
Lin Jianxing patted his shoulder and smiled cruelly.
“Maybe I still have a chance to make a comeback.”
Li Tianming gritted his teeth and grinned.
“Dream well.”
Lin Jianxing passed him and headed towards the crowd.
The whole clan is a gentleman, so from the beginning to the end, no one looked at Jiang Feiling and the others, only Li Tianming.
The sound of them kneeling down and singing songs to their ancestors was heard from the front.
Various sacrifices are brought up in turn.
Li Tianming was at the back of the crowd, kneeling all the time. Blood dripped on the ground, dyeing the soil below red, and his knees had already been deformed.
“What does this feel like?”
Yinghuo’s voice has changed.
They were playing around before, but now their eyes are red.
“I don’t feel anything.”
Li Tianming gritted his teeth and smiled.
“Aren’t you feeling aggrieved?”
"There's nothing to be aggrieved about. If you can't compare to others, you have no right to speak. You can't die anyway... If by chance I still have the opportunity to practice normally, I have to thank them. Without kneeling today, without these humiliations, I still have
I’m not motivated enough to push myself. Dark Star… is very good and very challenging!”
“I’m afraid you are stupid, now everyone thinks you are a dog.”
Yinghuo rolled his eyes and said.
"Ha ha."
Li Tianming smiled.
Like a madman.
“It’s nothing, as long as you give me a chance to turn over, I will definitely let these 100,000 people see me who is different from today.”
Today he is silent, speechless, and can only endure.
I don’t have the right to say a word for myself.
What’s even more uncomfortable is that because time is tight, Li Muyang didn’t explain clearly, so he still doesn’t understand what happened!
However, Li Tianming wanted to change.
He gripped the black sand on the ground tightly, still enduring the overwhelming oppression, and even his eyes were bleeding.
Embarrassing is no longer enough to describe it.
“Suffering is the wealth of life, and I earned it today.”
Li Tianming lowered his head, still smiling.
“Spiritual victory method, bull!” Yinghuo said scornfully.
“Holy shit, I’m already like this, and you’re still here to attack me?” Li Tianming vomited blood.
“I am adding more suffering to you, which is equivalent to increasing the wealth of your life.”
…!”
After they have finished worshiping their ancestors, they will probably come back to torture themselves endlessly.
Let alone stable opportunities for practice.
So, Li Tianming just wanted to ask, among the 100,000 people in front of me, are there not my grandparents?
They are Lin Mu’s regret...
“Dad, you can’t trick me until I lose my pants, right?”