Eternal Gate

what...!

The Zhao family at night screamed sternly.

It's Zhao Yuan, who is going to kill.

Tonight's assassination wiped out his last trace of pity for certain people. Whether it is the great elder, or the one who is in a fight with the great elder, it will become the soul of his sword.

A corpse, sloppy.

The blood stained the ancestral hall.

Don't say that the neutral elders, even the elders of his group, were air-conditioned.

Is Zhao Yuan going crazy tonight? No matter where you look at it, it looks like a big demon with no humanity. He doesn't let go of even children. Moreover, in front of the ancestor's tablet, the line of the elder...

"Is the present world report?"

Too many people murmured, too many people sighed, and the last thing they wanted to see was the cannibalism.

But this day, after all, came.

No one has mercy.

Think of Furong, think of Zhao Yun, and think of Zhao Yuan's years, and there will be no more sympathy. If the six-finger people had not confided in person, who would have thought that the big elder of the family... actually made so many sins.

Even if it is the same race, it is his humanity that he lost first.

The screams finally stopped.

Zhao Yuan was covered in blood, and his sword-lifting hands were trembling. His back was originally tall and straight, which buckled a lot.

Where did the ancestors and ancestors look? It is the same clan who watched how he slaughtered.

Whoosh!

A black shadow came through the gap of the shadow like a horror.

It was Zhao Yun who sneaked out.

Later, there were two uncles guarding him with embarrassment on their faces.

Inadvertently... Zhao Yun rushed out.

To put Zhao Yun under house arrest in the small garden tonight is what Zhao Yuan meant. After having been with Zhao Yuan for so many years, they can still guess one or two points of the implied meaning of the Patriarch. When a family grows up to kill, it is not only for the settlement of enmity, but also for the sake of A generation of patrons...smooth obstacles and threats.

The picture was too **** to prevent Zhao Yun from coming.

I don't want him to see his father...how cruel and inhuman.

If someone insists on being that demon, as a father... it's your duty.

Also coming, there is also Furong.

She was not surprised by this scene, and she knew her husband.

In the entire Zhao family, she is the only one...knowing that Zhao Yuan's move has a third meaning.

Zhao Yun stood quietly, blood on the ground, corpses on the ground, shocking, even though he had been on the battlefield, even though he had seen a sea of ​​corpses and blood, he still couldn’t help but his heart trembled. These are all tribesmen, and there are too many of them. Love, but his father killed him cleanly.

"Come."

Zhao Yuan said lightly, speaking to Zhao Yun.

Without a word, Zhao Yun stepped forward with blood.

To be honest, today's father makes him have an unprecedented strangeness.

"Kneel down."

Zhao Yuan's words are quite majestic as his father and patriarch.

boom!

Zhao Yun bent his knees and knelt in front of the ancestral hall. Inside...they were all the tablets of the ancestors.

"From today, you are the patriarch of the Zhao family."

"father."

"kowtow."

Zhao Yuan clanged and said nothing of his father's kindness.

Zhao Yun did not defy, bowed his head three times, as the head of the family.

Except for Zhao Yuan, one of them was counted as one, including Furong, and they all knelt down. This is the rule. When the new generation of Patriarchs are in the upper ranks, they will all worship and worship, and the ancestors and ancestors are the witness.

boom! boom!

After the ceremony, he heard two roars.

Looking far away, two black shadows flew over.

I took a closer look and realized that there were two door panels. To be precise, it was the gate of the Zhao family mansion. It seemed that it was broken by a palm. From the gate, it turned all the way to here.

Someone hit the scene?

The clan stood up and looked at that side frowning.

Zhao Yun also got up, always feeling that there is a powerful being who is about to descend here.

As he expected, everyone felt a ghost and charm in front of them, and a figure appeared in front of them. He was a youth in purple clothes, with a leisurely temperament and long flowing hair, like a banished immortal, untainted by the dust of the world, especially those purple eyes. , Ruuotiancheng, every ray of light is like a sword of the world, standing there, like a king, overlooking the world.

"Quasi...Quasitian Realm?"

Too many elders trembled in their voices, and their faces were pale and bloodless.

Only half a step away... is the peerless powerhouse of the Tianwu Realm.

The terrible pressure made them feel an urge to kneel down.

"So strong."

Zhao Yun's mouth was bleeding, and he couldn't move under the pressure of Zhuntian.

He has reason to believe that the purple-clothed man is more terrifying than the Scarlet Flames.

"It's time to come, it's coming."

Furong and Zhao Yuan looked at each other, and there was such a bitterness in the bitter smile that only he two understood.

The ominous premonition has always been so accurate.

It was precisely because of this premonition that Zhao Yuan started to kill, and he wanted to leave a non-threatening Zhao family for his children before he left, even if he was infamy.

Soon, he will personally go to the ancestors and ancestors to plead for sin.

"This seat... should have missed a great drama."

The person in purple smiled and said, standing sideways, hands turned back, leisurely admiring the moonlight, from beginning to end, without looking at the Zhao family, it was a kind of ignorance, a kind of naked ignorance.

Zhao Yuan and Furong walked up side by side.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun tried to squeeze out of the crowd, but was hugged by someone behind him...stretched out his hands, sealed his true essence in an instant, and covered his mouth.

This is also explained by Zhao Yuan.

"Ten years, it really makes this seat easy to find." The purple-clothed man said lightly.

"No... it's not about the Zhao family." Furong said, unprecedentedly humble.

"It's off or not, you don't count." The purple-clothed man raised his hand slightly, and Furong was sucked on the spot, and his neck was pinched. With a little effort, he can send Furong to the Huangquan.

Well...!

Zhao Yun, who was blocked behind, struggled violently, but couldn't get rid of the restraints.

"It's all my fault, let her go, let go of the Zhao family."

Zhao Yuan knelt down with a bang, crawling like a dog, how humble Furong is, how humble he is, it is no longer a hope, but a plea from the soul.

"This kind of sincerity is not enough." The purple-clothed man smiled faintly.

Zheng!

After speaking, he heard that Zhao Yuan pulled out the dagger, and inserted it into his chest without even thinking about it.

"Patriarch."

Well....!

The clan trembled, and Zhao Yun, who was restrained, burst into tears.

Well...!

Also speechless, there is also Furong, tearful.

A touch of blood is so dazzling.

Zhao Yuan did not leave himself the slightest leeway in his self-decision, he would definitely die.

"Please, let them go."

The Patriarch of the Zhao family used to be like a dog, but now, he is really a dog, crawling step by step, crawling inch by inch to the feet of the man in purple, dripping out a **** road.

"Please, let them go."

The sound of Zhao Yuan’s forehead hitting the ground, banged,

He is dead, it should be the last trace of obsession, supporting him to make the last plea.

The Zhao family cried and couldn't move.

And the tears in Zhao Yun's eyes have also become bloody, bloodshot... one after another, and his tearful eyes are dyed scarlet. They are his parents, one like a dog. Begging for mercy, one is pinched around his neck, and has no power to restrain the chicken, and the humble can no longer be humble.

"Uninteresting."

The person in purple finally turned around, coming like a ghost, and walking like a ghost.

Also taken away was Lotus, who had already cried into tears. The moment she disappeared into the darkness, she looked back with all her strength and glanced at her husband and her children.

This look is the last one.

This parting is also an eternal parting.

"father."

Zhao Yun was finally let go, stumbled, and fell to the ground in one step. He hugged Zhao Yuan who was bloody, and the billowing true essence poured into his father desperately.

However, Zhao Yuan's heart pulse is broken, no amount of true essence is useless.

"Take... take your mother... home."

Zhao Yuan's voice was hoarse, showing a gentle smile for the last time.

Even if he didn't want to, the father was still helpless and fell into the arms of the child.

what...!

Zhao Yun roared up to the sky, his face covered with blood and tears.

Xu was compassionate from God, and the sky filled the sky with a thunder, and the pouring rain made a memorial to him.

When the rain came, he fainted in a pool of blood.