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, please look at his appearance, his arms, and his behavior of trying to get along 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 strong 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."
"The bitch, he actually left the bitch behind and was brought to the ancestral mausoleum. Who will God spare, haha!"
"Calculate the time, this child is at least a hundred years old, but he has not even condensed the Little Sky Star Diagram 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.
What they, those who have been practicing for thousands of years, fear most is that if they are not careful, they will kill Li Tianming.
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 men.
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.
As expected, they have a high status and are the top experts on this dark star. They are all influential figures in this boundless 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 being beaten by everyone, this is a gap that no ordinary person can bear.
"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 channel 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 Seventh Meridian Master said: "Don't do anything else for the rest of your life. Just kneel in front of the Tomb of the Thousand Swords God until you die, and 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!"
"yes!"
Snapped!
Li Tianming couldn't control his body.
He was controlled like a puppet, kneeling 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's like a Star Sea Divine Ship is pressing down 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 shattered directly.
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 worshiping their ancestors could be heard from the front.
Various sacrifices were offered 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 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 is nothing to feel aggrieved. 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 would still 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 around, I will definitely let these 100,000 people see me who is different from today."
Today, he is silent and speechless, and can only endure it.
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 suppression, and even his eyes were bleeding.
Embarrassing is no longer enough to describe it.
"Suffering is the wealth of life. 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 still come to attack me?" Li Tianming vomited blood.
"I am adding hardship 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.
Not to mention stable opportunities for practice.
Therefore, Li Tianming just wanted to ask, among the 100,000 people in front of him, are there not my grandparents?
They are Lin Mu's regret...
"Dad, you can't trick me until I lose my pants, right?"