gate of eternity

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

In the entire Zhao family, she was the only one who knew that Zhao Yuan's move had a third meaning.

Zhao Yun stood quietly, the blood all over the ground, the corpses all over the ground, it was shocking, even though he had been on the battlefield, even though he had seen the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, he still could not help but tremble. However, his father was killed completely.

"Come."

Zhao Yuan said indifferently, he was speaking to Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun didn't say a word, and walked forward step by step, stepping on the blood.

To be honest, today's father made him feel strange like never before.

"Kneel down."

Zhao Yuan's words carried the majesty of a father and patriarch.

boom!

Zhao Yun bent his knees and knelt in front of the ancestral hall, which was full of tablets of the ancestors.

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

"Father."

"kowtow."

Zhao Yuan let out a clang, and his words were no longer as kind as his father's.

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

Except for Zhao Yuan, everyone in the room, including Fu Rong, knelt down. This is the rule. Whenever a new generation of patriarchs ascends to power, they all worship with their families, and the ancestors are the witnesses.

boom!boom!

After the ceremony, two roars were heard.

Looking far away, there are two black shadows flying across.

After a closer look, he realized that they were two door panels. To be precise, they were the gates of the Zhao family's mansion. It seemed that they were broken by someone's palm.

Someone messed up?

The whole family stood up and looked at that side with a frown.

Zhao Yun also got up, always feeling that there is a powerful existence coming here.

As he expected, everyone felt a ghost in front of them, and a figure appeared in front of them. It was a young man in purple, with a leisurely temperament and long flowing hair. , as if made by nature, every ray of light in his eyes is like an unrivaled sword, standing there, he is also like a king, overlooking the world.

"Accurate Heaven Realm?"

The voices of too many elders trembled, and their faces were pale and bloodless.

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

The terrible coercion made them have an urge to kneel down.

"So strong."

The corner of Zhao Yun's mouth was bleeding, and he was unable to move under the pressure of Zhun Tianwei.

He had reason to believe that the man in purple was more terrifying than the Red Flame Marshal.

"It's time to come, it's still here."

Fu Rong and Zhao Yuan looked at each other, there was such a bitterness in their wry smiles that only the two of them could understand.

The ominous premonition has always been so accurate.

It was precisely because of this premonition that Zhao Yuan went on a killing spree. Before he left, he wanted to leave a non-threatening Zhao family for his children, even if he was infamy, he would not hesitate.

Soon, he will personally go to the ancestors to plead guilty.

"This seat should have missed a wonderful show."

The man in purple smiled and said that he was standing sideways, with his hands behind his back, enjoying the moonlight leisurely, and never looked at the Zhao family from the beginning to the end. It was a kind of ignorance, a kind of naked ignorance.

Zhao Yuan and Fu Rong walked side by side, Qi Qi stepped forward.

Seeing this, Zhao Yun wanted to squeeze out of the crowd, but a person behind him stretched out his arms to hug him, instantly sealed his essence, and covered his mouth.

This was also explained by Zhao Yuan.

"It's been ten years, it's really easy to find me." The man in purple said lightly.

"It's nothing to do with the Zhao family's business." Fu Rong's words were unprecedentedly humble.

"Whether it's closed or not, it doesn't matter what you say." The man in purple raised his hand slightly, and Furong was sucked over on the spot and pinched by the neck. He only needed a little force to send Furong to the underworld.

Well!

Zhao Yun, who was blocked behind, struggled violently, but couldn't break free.

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

Zhao Yuan knelt down with a bang, crawling like a dog, as humble as Furong was, he was as humble as he was, it was no longer a hope, but a pleading from the soul.

"This level of sincerity is not enough." The man in purple smiled faintly.

Zheng!

Just as he finished speaking, he heard that Zhao Yuan drew out the dagger and inserted it into his chest without even thinking about it.

"Homeowner."

Well!

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

Well!

Also speechless, there was Fu Rong, with tears in her eyes.

A smear of blood is so dazzling.

Zhao Yuan didn't give himself the slightest leeway in the self-cutting knife, and he was sure to die.

"Please, let them go."

The head of the Zhao family used to be like a dog, but now, he is really a dog, crawling step by step, crawling to the feet of the purple-clothed man inch by inch, leaving a bloody road.

"Please, let them go."

The sound of Zhao Yuan's forehead hitting the ground, bang bang,

He is dead, it should be the last sliver of obsession, supporting him in his last plea.

The Zhao family were all crying and could not move.

And the tears in Zhao Yun's eyes have also turned blood-colored, and blood streaks are carved out one by one, dyeing his tear-filled eyes scarlet. They are his parents, one begging for mercy like a dog, one Being strangled by the neck, with no power to restrain the chicken, the humble can't be more humble.

"It's boring."

The man in purple finally turned around, came like a ghost, and left like a ghost.

Fu Rong, who was taken away with her, was crying into tears. When she disappeared into the darkness, she tried her best to look back, glanced at her husband, and also at her child.

This glance is the last one.

This farewell is also an eternal farewell.

"Father."

Zhao Yun was finally let go, stumbled forward, fell to the ground with one step, and hugged the bloody Zhao Yuan, pouring true essence into his father desperately.

However, Zhao Yuan's heart is broken, no amount of real energy is useless.

"Take your mother home."

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

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

Ah!

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

Perhaps God was merciful, a thunderclap filled the sky, and heavy rain poured down to pay homage to him.

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

Chapter 2: Marquis of Purple Clothes

In the early morning, people gathered in front of the Zhao residence.

"What's wrong with the Zhao family, it smells so bloody."

"I heard that Zhao Yuan went on a killing spree last night and slaughtered all the elders of the Zhao family."

"When it's over, I met a strong man. Zhao Yuan was forced to commit suicide, and Fu Rong was taken away."

Amidst the discussion, more and more people gathered, chattering and pointing.

The fruit of troubled autumn is so tragic.

It was fine yesterday, but today, the smell of blood filled the streets.

Hey!

Too many people sighed, most of them poured a glass of turbid wine in their gazebo, to pay homage to Zhao Yuan, the Zhao family caught him, he was a good person, why did he commit suicide suddenly, a little caught off guard.

"It's really a big show, it's better to kill the door."

Some people were sad, but others were happy. The hostile forces laughed happily. Firecrackers were set off in front of countless shops, and the unscrupulous laughter filled the streets.

Zhao Yun lay quietly on the bed, with undried tears still remaining in the corners of his eyes.

Zhuge Xuandao, the fat old man, Lao Xuankong, Ziling, Yang Xiong, Xiaocaimi, Chiyan, and the purple-haired kid were all there. They came here as soon as they heard about the tragedy. To be honest, they were shocked and shocked by Zhao Yuan's cruelty. Spicy, also shocked Zhao Yuan's determination, the most puzzling thing is the reason for this bloody catastrophe, a Zhuntian personally came, this matter is obviously not as simple as imagined.

While speaking, the corner of Zhao Yun's mouth was bleeding again, and he couldn't stop it. He had been bleeding all night, his face became paler and his breath became weaker, and there was an unconcealable pain between his brows.

Yes, he was hurt.

The entire Zhao family was injured.

That purple-clothed man was too terrifying, it seemed that he didn't make a move, but in fact, his coercion had damaged his foundation, and he cut off all the Zhao family's martial arts path, that is to say, he would stop at the current state for the rest of his life.

"If you don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face, that quasi-heaven realm is too bold." The purple-haired child scolded, "Anyway, he is Daxia Hongyuan's disciple, so isn't he afraid that the number one in the world will settle accounts with him?"

"You really think he is Hong Yuan's apprentice?" Zi Ling said suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

The purple-haired kid was taken aback for a moment, and looked around the old guys, but no one refuted.

In other words, they have already seen the clues, they were only suspicious before, but after this incident, they are truly sure that it is really Daxia Hongyuan's disciple, Zhao Yun and even the Zhao family, why are they so miserable.

"But that is indeed the might of the Heavenly Martial Realm." Xiao Caifan scratched his head.

"It was he who evolved with the secret technique, and he was also the Great Xia Hongyuan." Ziling spoke slowly, finally revealing the secret, and now, it doesn't make any difference whether to say it or not, and everyone present is not a fool.

"Ziling, it's so hard for you to hide it from us!" Old Xuandao, Lao Xuankong, and the fat old man all took a deep breath, and even if Ziling didn't say anything, they also guessed that there was no such thing as a great Xia Hongyuan. There are no disciples of the royal family, they are all clearly Zhao Yun, and he is playing two roles.

"I only found out later." Ziling coughed dryly.

"It's a surprise, it's a little scary." Chi Yan rubbed her eyebrows.

"Don't stop me, I have to stab him." The purple-haired kid was babbling, and he really took out the knife, "Okay, Zhao Yun, you don't even blush when you see the sky fooling us."

"Do you still have a conscience?" Xiao Caifan kicked him over, "So many secret techniques, so many charms, so many insights, have you been fed to your dog?"

"I'll just talk about it." The purple-haired kid put away the knife.

"I'm sorry you don't dare." Xiaocai Fan gave a sharp look, then looked at Zhao Yun, she didn't care about any Hongyuan apprentice or Zhao family's young master, she only knew that Zhao Yun was her lifesaver.

This kind of gratitude is basically shared by everyone present.

For example, Lao Xuandao, it was Zhao Yun who rewritten the exercises for him to save him from suffering; like Lao Xuankong, it was the curse seal that Zhao Yun helped him refine; like Yang Xiong, it was the Ksitigarbha that Zhao Yun helped him advance; like Ziling Like Chi Yan, it was Zhao Yun who saved her life on the battlefield; like a purple-haired child, it was Zhao Yun who gave him the method to crack the medicine to restore youth.

Whether it is public or private, Zhao Yun seems to be worthy of them, and it is true that they were deceived, but they also took advantage of it. Zhao Yun has never been stingy with secret techniques, exercises, spells, and insights.

Apart from pretending to be Hong Yuan, this guy is still very sincere.

"This boy is too scary." The fat old man took a deep breath.

No one refuted this.