Mister Tianji came behind the young man.
The young man didn't seem to notice and kowtowed three times to the grave.
"Shan Jing's remains are also here?" Mister Tianji looked at the small jar on the left side of the grave.
The young man was still kneeling on the ground. He straightened his upper body and said, "Since you won't do it, I will."
Mister Tianji looked at the small jar on the right, "This empty one is for me?"
The young man answered, "Or maybe myself."
Mister Tianji said, "Stand up and talk. In order to kill me, you didn't hesitate to disturb her remains and lure me here. How much filial piety do you have left?"
The young man didn't move, "I just hope that mother can witness what happens next with her own eyes."
"Don't be crazy. Although he's crazy, he's honest. If he doesn't attack me with Cheng Hui and the others, you won't have a chance." Mister Tianji said, "Other than Cheng Hui and Ling Cang, who else is there? Just the two of them aren't enough to keep me here. "
He looked at the empty jar on the right again.
With just a look, the jar turned into ashes and disappeared.
"Even if I don't do it in front of Ning 'er, I won't hurt you." Mister Tianji looked tired and sighed softly, "I let you and your mother down. You hate me, I have nothing to say."
The young man kowtowed to the grave and stood up, turning to look at Mister Tianji.
He looked more like his mother and didn't look like Mister Tianji.
But if one looked closely, the two's eyebrows and eyes were quite similar.
The Southern Chu dynasty's Marquis of Fengxiang, Cheng Yingtian, calmly looked at his biological father, "I like your confidence, otherwise you wouldn't have come here."
Mister Tianji looked at the young man in front of him, his face showing deep exhaustion, "We haven't seen each other for five years. Now that we meet again, this is the only thing we can talk about?"
Cheng Yingtian smiled calmly, "There has to be an end. Time can't kill everything. Some things will only become heavier and heavier as time goes by."
"I shouldn't have left you with Cheng Hui." Mister Tianji sighed.
"Is this the only thing you've overlooked?" Cheng Yingtian asked.
Mister Tianji looked at the remaining small jar on the left and fell into silence.
"If that palm of yours had really landed on her back then, there wouldn't have been so many things after that." Cheng Yingtian lightly said, "All these years, every day, every moment, every moment, you had the chance to choose again, but you gave up. It is precisely because of this that you constantly remind me to prepare for the arrival of this day."
Mister Tianji said tiredly, "Although I've left, I've been keeping an eye on you. Are you really as you said, only intending to avenge Ning 'er?"
Cheng Yingtian smiled, "Of course I have other goals, I have my own ambitions.
Although in the eyes of you or others, I might be ambitious, despicable, and unscrupulous, to me, walking my own path is the right thing to do.
With you around, my path will be much smoother and smoother, but I am not willing to do so. "
"... Is that so?" Mister Tianji looked up to the sky and sighed.
His gaze passed over Cheng Yingtian's shoulder and looked at the grave, not saying a word.
Cheng Yingtian looked at her face calmly. His expression was even calmer than when he was facing Shan Jing.
After a long time, Mister Tianji Slowly turned around and walked out of the forest.
"If it's you, then do it."
At this moment, Mister Tianji, Ying Xiantian, did not look like the big shot of the righteous path who fought against Patriarch Blood River in Zhengyang City, nor did he look as fierce and high-spirited as he had just fought against Bie Donglai and Emperor Chu.
Although he still looked like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, he looked old and heavy.
When he turned his back to Cheng Yingtian, he did not put up any guard, nor did he have any intention of protecting himself.
His back was wide open, as if he was stretching out his neck to be slaughtered.
Cheng Yingtian watched as the other party walked away step by step.
Then, he raised his hand and struck the back of Mister Tianji's head!
As expected, Mister Tianji did not put up any resistance, allowing the palm to strike the back of his head.
The wind generated by the palm was fierce. Before the two sides had even made contact, Mister Tianji could already feel the shadow of death looming over him.
In the blink of an eye, he recalled the scene of his son crying in his swaddling clothes when he was just born.
Just as his mind was drifting, the color of blood suddenly invaded the originally peaceful scene.
Mister Tianji suddenly woke up.
He sensed that something was not quite right.
Cheng Yingtian raised his palm and an [Innate Eight Trigrams] appeared in his palm.
It was the Xian Tian Palace's direct heritage, the manifestation of the [Innate Dao Scripture].
But other than the [Innate Dao Scripture], Mister Tianji also faintly felt that there were other heritage arts in Cheng Yingtian's body.
[Glory Chart], bright and radiant.
This was not surprising.
Cheng Yingtian was the direct disciple of both the Xian Tian Palace and Southern Chu's royal family, Mister Tianji was well aware of this.
But now, he clearly felt that his son had cultivated another top-notch art other than the [Innate Dao Scripture] and [Glory Chart].
… Ferocious, ominous, evil, and bloody!
This feeling, a demonic art?
… Blood River Sword Art?
As he thought of this, Mister Tianji suddenly woke up.
His cultivation base had long reached the peak, returning to the natural state.
Now, he moved according to his heart and the radiance of the [Innate Eight Trigrams] instantly condensed behind his head, blocking Cheng Yingtian's palm.
Although he staggered a step forward from Cheng Yingtian's attack, he managed to push Cheng Yingtian away.
"You cultivated the Blood River Demonic Dao?" Mister Tianji was shocked and angered.
When the two clashed, even though Mister Tianji reacted hastily, his strength was still shockingly strong.
Even with Cheng Yingtian's strength, he still couldn't take it.
He unleashed all of his cultivation, and with just this exchange of moves, his father, Mister Tianji, could already determine that his son's cultivation in the Blood River Sword Dao was not stolen or a side branch, but the most authentic Blood River Sword Dao.
It might even be personally taught by the Blood River Grand Ancestor, Xue Cangqiong.
Among the Red Dust Ten Talents, the Heavenly River Faction had the "Little Sword Celestial" Shen Tianzhao, but the Blood River Faction had no one.
It was common knowledge that the Blood River Faction's younger generation was suppressed by Shen Tianzhao alone.
But now, it seemed that Cheng Yingtian, who was also in the Red Dust Ten Talents with Shen Tianzhao, was the real trump card hidden by the Blood River Faction.
"Your sword will is pure, unlike Xue Haoran's. To cultivate the Blood River Sword to such a level, you need the blood of the common people to nurture it, what are you …" Mister Tianji turned around and stared at Cheng Yingtian angrily.
Cheng Yingtian followed Emperor Chu to learn martial arts, plotted against the Xian Tian Palace, and even tried to kill him, his biological father. Mister Tianji could still tolerate it.
But Cheng Yingtian's indulgence in the Blood River Demonic Path really angered him.
Emperor Chu took advantage of the Western Qin Emperor's death to attack Zhengyang City and the Western Qin Dynasty, but it was only a contest between martial artists, and did not involve the common people.
But the Blood River Faction's slaughter of the common people was a taboo for Mister Tianji.
Even if he wasn't close to the old Sword Celestial, Mister Tianji and Blood River Grand Ancestor had fought many times.
At this moment, Mister Tianji suddenly realized that Cheng Yingtian cultivated the Blood River Sword Art. For a moment, Mister Tianji's mind even went blank. He could accept his son becoming another Emperor Chu, but he could not accept his son becoming another Blood River Grand Ancestor.
Cheng Yingtian's expression was calm as he shook his numb palm. "Uncle adopted me and taught me just for this day. However, after I've dealt with you, he will naturally take the opportunity to deal with me.
Putting aside the fact that he hates me because of you, he won't let me stay just because of Cheng Longyuan and the others.
Naturally, I will find a new backer for myself. "
At this moment, Mister Tianji calmed down.
But his eyes also became cold as he looked at his son. "Then you will find Blood River?"
"I changed a move just now. You should have felt it. I have learned the Blood River Sword Art, and I have some talent. It's rare that we are compatible, so I shouldn't miss it." Cheng Yingtian's expression was as usual. "The people around you died, and you did nothing in the end. But now you are so angry because of an irrelevant person?"
"You and I are not the only ones who have parents, wives, and children. We will be sad and angry because of the people around us," Mister Tianji said Slowly.
"Don't worry. My life still belongs to you and your mother." As he spoke, he walked toward Cheng Yingtian.
But his momentum was completely different from before.
Not only was he no longer lonely and depressed, but he was even more fierce and terrifying than when he fought with Bie Donglai and Emperor Chu.
Cheng Yingtian smiled. "Are you going to take me with you to reunite with my mother and her family?"
"It doesn't matter if you go to the Western Qin or the Eastern Zhou, but you chose this demonic path." Slowly, Mister Tianji exhaled and then raised his hand to grab Cheng Yingtian.
Of course, Cheng Yingtian would not wait for death.
As he crossed his palms, streams of golden flames appeared and then turned into a Natural Eight Trigrams in the air.
As the Natural Eight Trigrams operated, the Blood River flowed, and the Sword Qi was cold.
Seeing this scene, Mister Tianji had mixed feelings.
His son was so talented in martial arts that he had faintly combined the power of the Glory Scroll and the Natural Great Way.
Given time, the sword will of the Blood River Lineage might also be integrated into it, and he would be able to create his own unique and peerless technique.
As long as he was given a little more time, his future achievements would at least be no lower than his father, Ying Xiantian. It was even possible that he would surpass his father.
But this relief and joy was soon replaced by anger.
The more talented and powerful the son in front of him was, the more trouble he would cause.
In the future, he might surpass his father, or he might become a great demon who would surpass Blood River Patriarch.
Thinking of this, Mister Tianji hardened his heart and no longer showed mercy.
But at this moment, the new grave at the side suddenly cracked.
Then, a graceful figure floated out and hit Mister Tianji with a palm.
Looking at the familiar figure, the familiar face, and the familiar Natural Eight Trigrams, Mister Tianji could not help but be stunned.
But in this moment of shock, the beauty in front of him instantly turned into bones.
Her flesh, blood, and skin all turned into a pool of blood.
Then, it turned into a mighty Blood River and pierced through Mister Tianji's body!
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