After saying that, Fu Wentian clenched his fist with his right hand and suddenly rushed forward!

Bang!

The void seemed to be about to be exploded by the fist. The broken glass pattern appeared at the position where Fu Wentian made a fist. Then it quickly spread around, and a straight air channel visible to the naked eye penetrated out. At the end, there was the fist shadow that almost condensed into substance.

Run straight to Fu Wenxue's heart position!

Fu Wenxue didn't move, allowing his brother's attack to come...

Bang, puff!

His chest was penetrated by the fist shadow, and a cloud of blood mist splashed. A big hole that penetrated from front to back immediately appeared on him - his heart had been smashed to pieces and turned into powdered blood mist and disappeared.

call……

Fu Wenxue sighed, as if she was relieved, and as if she was relieved.

Then, bang.

His body fell on the cold ground of the "fighting arena". Those eyes were just facing Fu Wentian - but there was no hatred, only a faint sadness.

Finally, it slowly closed.

Fu Wentian had no expression on his face and just stared at Fu Wenxue's body.

Their father fell to his seat with a depressed look on his face and slowly closed his eyes. Two lines of clear tears slid down the cheeks of this strong man like steel...

This is the tragedy in the world!

As the palace master of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace in the White Jade Capital of Kunlun Mountain, he not only has a noble status, but also has extremely powerful magic power. In the eyes of countless people, he is already comparable to the legendary true god.

But now he can only watch his two biological sons kill each other, but there is no way.

It’s hard to disobey the ancestral teachings!

What's more, people, including the Fu family Zongzheng and the other heads of the family, were watching.

"Okay, go and check it."

Fu Jiazong Zheng had a indifferent tone and took the rest of the people and walked out of the audience and towards the center of the battle field.

Some senior officials of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace were also unable to bear it and wanted to comfort the palace master, but they didn't know what to do... They could only sigh heavily.

The Fu family Zongzheng and the other senior officials of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace carefully inspected Fu Wenxue's body and found that he had indeed been destroyed and completely dead.

Everyone then breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, they knelt on one knee at Fu Wentian: "Congratulations to Young Master Wentian, from today on, you will be the young master of our Baiyujing Wanshen Palace."

They all seemed extremely respectful, as if they were not the ones who forced themselves to implement the ancestral teachings and clan rules before...

A trace of unawareness flashed in Fu Wentian's eyes, and then nodded, and said lightly: "Since you have confirmed Wenxue's death, according to the ancestral teachings and clan rules, I can bury my younger brother in the family cemetery of my Fu family's direct descendant."

"Of course there is no problem. As long as the ancestral teachings and clan rules are not violated, then there will be no problem."

Zong Zheng nodded and agreed to Fu Wentian's reasonable request.

So, Fu Wentian picked up his brother's body, turned around and left the battle arena...

He walked slowly step by step and stopped as he passed by his father. Then he said softly: "Father, don't blame yourself. You have done well enough."

After saying that, I left only a back for everyone and disappeared into the snow that suddenly fell...

As a strong family passed down from ancient times, the Fu family naturally has many branches and many tribe members. However, the direct lineage has always been single and has few people.

But because they have served as the Lord of the Ten Thousand Gods throughout the ages, they are all extremely powerful. This cemetery is naturally magnificent, like a palace of gods!

Just one hundred miles away from Baiyujing City - this distance may be very far for ordinary people, but for a strong man like Fu Wentian, it only takes a moment to arrive.

The huge stone door automatically opened the moment it sensed Fu Wentian's bloodline.

Only the direct descendants of the Fu family can enter this ancient cemetery!

Here are the tombs of ancestors from all dynasties of the Fu family, the direct lineage of the Wanshen Palace.

Fu Wentian shuttled through the tombs with ancient aura, like a ghostly shadow walking in time... and walked to the deepest part of the cemetery. He placed Fu Wenxue's body on a white stone.

Cough cough cough!

He suddenly coughed violently, and then blood flowed out of his seven orifices. He was as weak as if he had experienced a life-and-death battle. He collapsed on the ground like a ball of mud, gasping for breath...

Very strange!

In the battle field just now, although Fu Wentian defeated Fu Wenxue a little hard, he was definitely not so seriously injured.

He was trembling violently, as if he was suffering from great pain. Then, he raised his right hand and suddenly pierced into his heart!

Puff...

The sound of flesh and blood being pierced.

Fu Wentian actually took out his heart!

Countless crystal clear, fine mesh like jade connected his heart and torso.

Plop, plop.

The heart was beating, very terrifying.

But what is even more terrifying is that there is a blurred human face on Fu Wentian's heart. And the appearance of that human face is Fu Wenxue in front of him!

Hahaha, hahaha.

Fu Wentian grinned, and he smiled happily. But because of his bloody appearance, he looked very scary.

"Success! I've succeeded... I've been in harmony with life and death, and I did not practice wrong."

As he said that, he waved his hand to his heart!

call!

The human face attached to the heart actually flew out and entered Fu Wenxue's body with a cluster of blood mist - just repairing his heart.

Huhuhuhuhu...

Countless blood-red mists circling around Fu Wenxue's body. Gradually, his originally pale skin began to rosy. After a while, he began to breathe and heartbeat! There were signs of a soul in his body.

A few hours later, it was clearly already carefully inspected by Zong Zheng and many senior officials of the Wanshen Palace. Fu Wenxue, who confirmed that he had died, miraculously came to life!

This is simply incredible.

You know, it is almost impossible to conceal a person's death in front of such a large group of strong men. Even Fu Wentian and Fu Wenxue's father, the Lord of the Wanshen Palace, could not do it.

How did he do it?

Fu Wenxue, who had just been resurrected, seemed a little confused. But soon, his eyes regained their spirits. The first thing that caught his eye was Fu Wentian, who was covered in blood...

"Brother! Brother, are you okay?"

He rolled and crawled over, hugging the weak Fu Wentian.

Jigu, Jigu.
Chapter completed!