C1112 The Wall of Misfortunes

"Great Ancestor!" You shouldn't be fooled by Zhao Jingting. Our Zhao Family's ancestors clearly said in their last words that we must not kill each other. "Now that you have brought disaster upon the Xiao Clan, it is a great misfortune to our Zhao Clan!" At this time, Zhao Tianzhu and the others also rushed over. After seeing the tragic scene in the blood pool, they knelt down with a plop and said with tears streaming down their faces.

They really didn't think that Zhao Jingting and Zhao Jiuzhang would be so crazy. It was exactly as Lin Bai said, going against their ancestor's vow, and using the blood of those who couldn't practice the art to offer up the ancestral worshippers.

"Brother Tie Zhu!" Hearing Zhao Tianzhu's voice, a pretty girl's voice suddenly came from inside the blood pool. The voice was filled with the intention of calling for help.

"Little Ning …" He saw that the girl in the pool of blood, Xiao Ning, was covered in blood and her hair was disheveled, making her look like a terrifying ghost that had crawled out from the ground. Seeing this scene, Zhao Tianzhu hurriedly kowtowed and quickly said, "Great Ancestor, I beg you to spare my life, please spare the lives of these tribesmen."

"This is not a place you should be. Step back!" Hearing these sounds of crying, Zhao Jiuzhang's face revealed a restless and agitated expression. He waved his hand and angrily rebuked Zhao Tianzhu, "I know what to do. I don't need your guidance."

"Great ancestor, please show mercy …" Hearing Zhao Jiuzhu's words, the group of archers closely following behind Zhao Tie-zhu also fell to their knees, kowtowing to them just like Zhao Tie-zhu.

There were their brothers, their fathers, their sisters, and their lovers in the blood pool. They didn't want to see this happen. They didn't want to be separated by the heavens. Although his life in the past might not be considered peaceful and happy, at least he was happy. If it ended like this, then the remaining time would no longer have any color.

After they made such a ruckus, the surrounding people from Zhao Song's descendants could not bear it any longer. After all, blood was thicker than water, and they were of the same race, but now they had to put a butcher knife to the neck of one of their own. If this saber were to cut down, no matter how much benefit it would bring, how would they face their hearts in the future?

Hatred, the long-lasting life of Zhao Song's descendant, if these people could really think about it. Those things had already passed too long ago. The White Cloud Blue Dog, how could the rise and fall of a empire be changed by manpower? That illusory restoration was only to satisfy some people's self-interest. What they wanted was a stable life.

"Take your bows and arrows and aim them at the enemies around you!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhao Jingting cast a glance at the rowdy crowd, stared at Zhao Tiezhu and said in a deep voice, "You are from the Zhao Family, the clan has raised you for so long! To be able to die for the sake of the clan's mission is your fortune, and you actually dare to not know what's good for you! "

"Zhao Jing Ting, shut your dog mouth!" Zhao Tianzhu feared the Great Ancestor, but how could he possibly care about this? He kowtowed to Zhao Jiuzhan and allowed the blood that had leaked from his forehead to flow into his eye sockets, ignoring Zhao Tianzhu's fear. He then spoke in a deep voice, "Great Ancestor, you can't listen to Zhao Jingting. The rules of our clan cannot be destroyed by that vile person like that. "

"Little person? I, Zhao Jingting, am also someone you can judge! " He then grabbed a steel knife from the hands of the first minister who stood next to him, and slashed at the neck of the girl called Xiao Ning, who was in the pool of blood. With a sinister smile, he coldly said, "Whether or not we can succeed in our family's great endeavors will depend on today. Do not be so merciful!"

When the steel knife flew out, it instantly created a shower of brilliant blood blossoms. The situation happened too quickly and Lin Bai was not given the chance to stop him. He could only watch as Xiao Ning's head, startled, flew into the air and then fell heavily into the blood pool.

"Don't …" Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhao Tianzhu's eyes widened. He panicked and stood up, wanting to throw himself into the blood pool, but before he could do so, all he could see was the headless body spitting out blood.

A thick stench of blood immediately spread in all directions, and fell into the blood pool along with the blood of the Zhao and Song clansmen. The blood in the pool, which had originally looked dirty, suddenly turned a lot redder. It continued to emit a cold and terrifying aura similar to the mountains of corpses in the blood sea. A cold wind rose and a ghost-like crying sound appeared.

The blood pool technique was indeed terrifying. Even though a person's blood fell into the blood pool, such a huge change happened. Lin Bai did not dare to imagine how terrifying the aura of the blood pond would be if all the blood from that huge pool were to leak out. Could it be that even he was unable to prevent things from happening?

"Great ancestor …" Zhao Tianzhu's eyes were already overflowing with blood as he stared at Zhao Jiuzhang beside the blood pool. He solemnly said, "You promised me that as long as I come back alive, you will agree to the marriage between Xiao Ning and me."

"Tie Zhu, step down!" Seeing the change in the aura of the blood pool, his face was filled with ecstasy. However, Zhao Tie-zhu's words clearly made him a bit upset and he could not help but scold angrily: "Don't forget your identity, you are a Death Soldier of the Zhao and Song Clans! To be born for the clan, and to die for the clan! "

"Born for the clan, and die for the clan? But when do you think of us as human beings? You want revenge, you need to accomplish great things. We can follow you, but why are you doing this to us? " Hearing this, Zhao Tie-zhu sneered, but the laughter was even more sorrowful than the crying sound, even Lin Bai could not help but feel sad.

"Great Ancestor, stop wasting words with him! You have seen the effects of the blood pool. Let's get these people to sacrifice themselves to the blood pool, the two of us can join hands and get rid of this fellow who has come to our doorsteps. Zhao Jing Ting didn't even bother to look at Zhao Tianzhu. His eyes were focused on Lin Bai, his killing intent permeating through his body and condensing into an almost solid substance. It was extremely frightening.

"Zhao Tie-zhu, stop your nonsense!" Their deaths were for the clan's great cause. If you say even half a word more, even if you have rendered meritorious service to the clan in the past, you will not be able to escape death today! " Zhao Jiuzhang first nodded his head, and then said in a deep voice, "If you don't want to die, then pick up the bow in your hand and fight for the clan once more. Leave the last drop of blood!"

"Good!" I will drain the last drop of blood! "Brothers, pick up the arrows in your hands, we will do something disrespectful today." As he laughed, tears actually flowed down his face. After that, he grabbed the crossbow arrow beside his bed and pulled back the bowstring. He aimed it at Zhao Jingting and angrily said, "Today, I will kill you to avenge Xiao Ning and rescue these innocent clansmen!"

"We'll listen to Brother Tie Zhu. Brothers, these fellows don't treat us as humans! Also, you have to place the steel knife on our brothers and sisters' necks. Can we still continue to endure? " The brawny man who had been rubbing his eyes got up in a fluster after hearing Zhao Tie-Zhu's words. Clenching the arrow in his hand, he pulled the bowstring and shouted angrily, "I'm going to kill you!"

"Listen to Brother Tie Zhu, fight it out with them!" The archers that were following Zhao Tie-zhu all stood up when they heard this. They all lifted the crossbows in their hands and released the Nine Star Arrays. The incomparably sharp arrows were aimed at Zhao Jingting.

At this moment, they understood that no matter how much they begged, they would not be able to change their minds. There was only one way to save the lives of his tribesmen, and that was to pick up the bow and arrows in his hands and fight back with all his might.

"How dare you! Don't tell me you want to rebel!" His voice was loud like a bell as he angrily shouted: "Do you still remember the ancestral family's law, making a move against the clan's master, this is an unforgivable sin, do you guys want to taste the punishment in the family law?"

"If family rules are useful, will you guys still kill people?" Hearing Zhao Tianzhu's words, Zhao Tianzhu seemed to have heard a joke and sneered incessantly. The hand that tightly gripped the crossbow arrow loosened as he angrily said, "Today, blood shall be repaid by blood!"

"They are only trash that are treated as death soldiers. Do you think that just the few of you can create some waves?" He stared at Zhao Tiezhu and the others in front of him and said indifferently, "Since you want to die, it would be best if you let your blood gather in this blood pool to be used by my clan!"

Dharma Idol! It really was a Dharma Idol! Lin Bai's heart tightened when he saw Zhao Jingting's actions. Just as he expected, it was exactly as Zhao Tingxiao had said. Zhao Jingting's cultivation had actually reached the Spirit Severing stage. Judging from his Dharma Idol's level of focus and aura, he seemed to be at least as strong as himself. It was a terrifying sight to behold.

When he was in the Hundred Thousand Mountain Range, although he could tell that Zhao Jingting might have cultivated in phase technique, according to Lin Bai's estimation, he was at most at the Heavenly Reaching Realm. It was just that in such a short period of time, this person had actually reached the Dharma Idol. It was truly incredible. What was even more shocking was the terror of the person supporting him behind Zhao Jingting.

"Attack!" He knew that no matter what he did, he wouldn't let these people in front of him change their mind and put down their butcher knives. Only by killing them would he be able to stop them.

As his voice fell, the air was immediately filled with the sounds of arrows piercing through the air. Even the blood pool in the distance faintly rippled as a fishy smell rose into the sky, causing chaos within one's body.

At the same time, in the ancestral hall for Zhao Song's descendants, a cold wind suddenly rose up. Many lamps on the altar that flickered between bright and dark were blown away by this strange wind, extinguishing a large part of them. The ancestral hall, which had been brightly lit, suddenly turned much darker.

Soon after, the clan rules that were on the altar were blown away by the cold wind and scattered on the ground. There were a few big words written on it: When the Xiao Clan is put on the wall, it will be the day of the clan's destruction!