Gong Ziyu's voice resounded in the void battlefield, and all the Yanxian kneeling on the ground let out a sigh of relief.
As long as the true identity of the emperor's son can be verified, they will definitely follow him and be fine.
All Yanxian saw that the true shadow of Emperor Zhenwuyang had been sealed for too long, so they did not know Gongziyu's identity.
Seeing the seven-colored divine blood scattered in the void, Zhen Wuyang's true shadow was doubtful and looked at Gong Ziyu solemnly.
The corners of his eyebrows twitched, and the cut he made on his wrist in excitement just now was a bit big, causing the blood to flow out not slowly, but in a spurt...
If this continues, I'm afraid he will become weak after a while.
"Father, we'll find out once we check." Gong Ziyu said nervously and stretched out his hand.
The true shadow of Zhen Wuyang no longer hesitated, and directly waved his palm to get a drop of divine blood.
In the palm condensed by some unknown aura that is superior to the way of heaven, lies a drop of colorful divine blood.
Zhen Wuyang stared at his hand, and the divine blood was like a baby swallow thrown into his arms, leaping happily, and in a blink of an eye, it directly entered the true shadow, nourishing the true shadow.
Retracting his palm, Zhen Wuyang took a deep breath and looked at Gong Ziyu with a much softer gaze.
"You said you are my third son?"
Gongziyu was overjoyed and hurriedly raised his hands and said, "Back to the emperor, father, I am your third son, Gongziyu."
When Zhen Wuyang heard this, his soft eyes suddenly became sharp again, like two rays of heaven, directly pressing down on Young Master Yu Chang to the point where he could not kneel down.
"Then why do you want to kill your eldest brother to death?!"
Cold sweat broke out again in an instant, but he quickly handed over his hand, showing an expression of bitterness and hatred, and said in a mournful voice.
"Emperor Father, you don't know something. Although Young Master Yan is the eldest brother, he has never done anything that an eldest brother should do. He was extremely cruel to our six brothers. Not long ago, he actually did this
Disobedience."
"The fifth younger brother, Mr. Mo, was the one who sent Yanxian to kill him!"
"Poor fifth brother, his head was chopped off, and the source of immortality was shattered!"
Gong Ziyu stood up and said, his eyes filled with tears, and then he couldn't help crying.
When Zhenwuyang Zhenying heard this, he was so shocked that he couldn't help but clenched his hands under his attire.
Then, he murmured, "I actually have seven sons?! Zheng Er actually gave birth to seven sons for me?"
"..."
The corner of Gong Ziyu's mouth twitched, it seemed like he was brewing so many emotions that Zhen Wuyang didn't notice...
Soon, Zhen Wuyang's true shadow came back to his senses and frowned. If it was true that the fifth son was killed by Gongzi Yan, as he said, then I am afraid that what happened today would be extremely troublesome.
This true shadow left behind by Zhenwuyang at its peak cannot remain for too long, and is even slowly dissipating.
So soon, Zhen Wuyang looked at Jian Wushuang, who was kneeling in the void, covered in blood, and asked, "Yan'er, what he said is all true. You sent Yanxian to kill my fifth son?"
of?"
Jian Wushuang was so severely injured by the Supreme Heavenly Dao in Cangyu Bell that Jian Wushuang was still unable to speak at this moment.
When Gong Ziyu, who was far away on the opposite side, saw this scene, he hurriedly said, "Father, you are mistaken. He is not Gong Zi Yan. The one behind you is Gong Zi Yan!"
Zhen Wuyang was startled when he heard this, and subconsciously looked behind him, only to see that besides Jian Wushuang, there was also a handsome and coquettish young man standing behind him.
When their eyes met, Zhen Wuyang quickly frowned.
The little emperor immediately bowed slowly and said, "Yan'er, I have met the emperor's father."
Without saying anything, he directly stretched out his palm and placed it between the little emperor's eyebrows to explore.
Soon, a touch of sadness and pain flashed in Zhen Wuyang's eyes.
The special physique of the little emperor cannot be concealed at all. It can be found out after a quick investigation.
"It turns out that your physique, Yan'er..."
Zhen Wuyang couldn't talk any more and turned around lonely, looking at Jian Wushuang who had recovered somewhat, "Then which son are you my?"
"Father, I'm wrong, he is not the emperor's son at all, he is Gongzi Yan's heavenly official!" Gongziyu hurriedly corrected him.
When Zhen Wuyang heard this, his brows furrowed even more, and he immediately took out a piece of divine blood from Jian Wushuang's body.
The divine blood is mysterious and changeable, showing a hazy color that makes it difficult for Yanxian to observe its core.
In Zhen Wuyang's palm, Jian Wushuang's divine blood also pulsed, seeming to have some unknown familiarity and tentativeness, but it did not merge into Zhen Wuyang's true shadow, but kept wandering around.
"Why, I have a very strong sense of familiarity..."
Looking at the mysterious blood in his hand that seemed to be protected by some aura, Zhen Wuyang's true shadow couldn't help but set out to remove the aura.
But soon he was surprised to find that he couldn't undo the restriction on this drop of blood!
Zhen Wuyang's eyes instantly became solemn. He looked at Jian Wushuang and asked again, "Are you really not my emperor's son? Why do I feel a very familiar feeling in you?"
Jian Wushuang was confused. It had only been a few decades since he came to Dayanhuan from the Divine Power Universe.
Before this, he had no interaction with the entire Great Si Region or the Heavenly Court of Zhenwuyang.
To be able to feel a familiar feeling from him would be nothing short of a fantasy.
Just when Jian Wushuang was about to deny it, the little emperor who had not spoken for a long time said, "Father, he is indeed not your emperor's son."
Hearing this, Zhen Wuyang stopped talking, but the confusion in his eyes deepened.
The aura exuding from Jian Wushuang's body gave him a very familiar feeling, like a certain cognitive emotion that was constantly being cut.
Gong Ziyu, who was standing on the opposite side, looked at this frozen scene and couldn't help but feel worried secretly.
Then he gritted his teeth, raised his hands again and said, "Emperor Father, please make the decision for fifth brother and deprive Young Master Yan of his immortal bones!"
In the dead silence of the void, only this sentence rang out.
Depriving him of his immortal bones, for the little emperor who is unable to practice and has no immortal roots, completely deprives him of his final path to immortality.
Once the immortal bones are peeled off, he will die in a very short period of time, and it is impossible to reverse it.
Gong Ziyu wants the little emperor to fall completely.
After hearing this sentence, various complex emotions were flowing in Zhen Wuyang's eyes.
Finally, he looked at the little emperor, "Yan'er, have you ever done that kind of thing?"
The little emperor smiled coldly and his eyes were extremely calm, "Emperor Father, my young master Yan's character has never changed since he was a child. Whether you believe it or not, I don't even bother to do such a thing."
"Even though my immortal body is incomplete and unable to practice, I still never put them in my eyes, and naturally I will not argue with them."