"Dijiang, he broke the rules!"

The Emperor of Heaven pointed to Hou Yi who was standing beside Chang'e, and his voice was extremely deep, like the sky pressing, like the sky questioning.

The Wu Clan Emperor with floating gray hair and a huge skeleton said in a deep voice: "That's your son who burned my son first!"

"That's a matter between juniors, if your son kills my son, my emperor Jun will never go this way, but the thirteen ancestors of your witch clan shot my son, but it is a bad rule!"

Di Jiang shook his staff, his eyes were slightly red, and said, "Then fight!"

The revenge of killing his son is not shared, and he does not hesitate to fight.

The Heavenly Emperor sneered: "War, my Heavenly Court will be afraid, but today's matter, you must give me an explanation." ”

"Confess, what do you want?"

"Repay blood with blood, repay life with life!" The Heavenly Emperor's voice was cold, like a cold winter.

Emperor Zun grinned, a mouthful of white teeth, "You are dreaming!"

The Emperor of Heaven also laughed, but his laughter was more ugly than crying, and he said fiercely: "Then I will kill all the great witches of your Wu clan, and if you kill my emperor Jun's son with a big bully, I will let none of the twelve ancestors of your Wu clan have a son!"

Di Jiang's shallow pupils contracted, took a step forward, and shouted: "You dare!"

The Heavenly Emperor's face was distorted, and he chuckled, "Do you see if I dare, not only will I make a move, the Eastern Emperor will make a move, my Heavenly Court will make a move, and the child's mother, my wife Xihe, she will never let go of the enemy who kills her son, Di Jiang, it was you who broke the rules first, it was you who started first, Di Jiang, are you ready to meet the revenge of this emperor? The ten members of the Ancestral Witch Palace, are you ready for the pain of losing your son? One Hou Yi, or ten great witches? You choose!"

The voice of the Emperor of Heaven was like a spell.

The faces of Di Jiang and Hou Yi have changed.

If Emperor Jun retaliates at all costs, Hou Yi may be fine, but Dawu will definitely die, just see how many die.

Di Jun is now barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, and if his son dies, then everyone will die together.

His son is almost dead, so he also wants the son of the Twelve Ancestors and Witches to die.

He has no son, and no one wants to have a son.

There is a reason for the existence of rules.

It's constraint, it's balance.

Originally, no one would kill anyone's son.

Now anyone can kill anyone's son.

The rules are broken.

Did Hou Yi break the rules?

Yes and no.

Hou Yi's move is the meaning of Dijiang, and it is also the common meaning of the twelve ancestors of the Ancestral Witch Palace.

Is Hou Yi for himself?

No.

With selfishness, he avenged his brother, and with the public, he saved countless clansmen, small witches, earth witches, and heavenly witches.

Further down, it is the will of heaven, the will of the earth, the will of all sentient beings, and he is a person of great merit.

But, so what?

He broke the rules.

Is there not many people of great merit killed by Heavenly Court?

That's a lot.

Isn't the Fuso wood still standing in Yutani?

Yutani

The Yellow Turban Lux came back with the dying Xiao Jiu on his back.

Seeing Shi Ji, Xiao Jiuwa cried.

Shi Ji's body trembled, and she turned around.

His lips trembled, and his voice trembled, "Xiao Jiu!"

The voice has come to the side of the wrestler.

Di Jiu cried very sadly, the cry was not loud, but it was full of sadness, despair, and helplessness.

Shi Ji caressed Di Jiu, caressing silently, she didn't ask anything, and there was no need to ask, nine of the ten branches of Fusang Mu were destroyed, and one came back, just this one.

Shi Ji gently soothed him, let Lux put him down slowly, he had arrows on his body, golden blood had been flowing, Shi Ji carefully examined the wound, calculated the position of the arrow, and entered the body a little, except for Hou Yi, no one was more familiar with Yi arrows than her.

She held the wound with one hand and the arrow with the other, and pulled out the arrow in an instant under Emperor Jiu's defenselessness.

Emperor Jiu screamed miserably, almost fainting in pain.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Shi Ji patted the little golden crow gently.

Without the Yi arrow containing magical power, Emperor Jiu's wound healed quickly.

Di Jiu, who was relieved, cried again when he remembered his brothers who died tragically, "Auntie, my eldest brother is dead, woo...... The second brother also died...... Third Brother...... Fourth Brother...... Brothers, they're all dead...... Woowoo woo ......"

Di Jiu took out a jade plaque that was sweating, Shi Ji Shen Nian swept it, and breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the saint is quite reliable this time.

Shi Ji asked, "What about Xiao Shi?"

Di Jiu was stunned, "I can't cry." ”

He...... He threw away Little Ten.

Emperor Jiu raised his head, and the sun was still in the sky.

Di Jiu hurriedly grabbed Shi Ji, "Auntie, save Xiao Shi, Xiao Shi is still in the sky." ”

Shi Ji looked back at the tenth intact branch and said, "Little Ten will be fine." "Not only will it be fine, but there will be blessings.

Luck is already condensing.

Ten suns, eight fell, but the sun star luck of the ten golden crows was transferred to a golden crow, Xiao Jiu is still alive, but he is no longer a little sun god, no longer protected by the sun star, and no longer enjoys the sun star luck, such as this Fusang wood, ten branches, only one is left, that is Xiao Shi's.

There is no place for Xiao Jiu here, just like his eight brothers, from the moment they used Fusang wood to replace their deaths, whether they were alive or dead, they were all dead.

Xiao Jiu was ignorant and didn't know it, but Shi Ji, a heaven and earth powerhouse who often dealt with qi luck and learned the art of looking at qi, couldn't see the flow of qi and luck clearly.

The art of stealing the sky and changing the sun is also the art of stealing life.

"Little Jiu!"

Emperor Jiu looked up.

Shi Ji knocked on the jade card eight times and said, "They are all inside, don't say it, don't tell anyone." ”

Di Jiu's gloomy eyes were bright, and he couldn't help but stretch out his paw and lightly touch the jade plate, cautiously, already in tears.

"Listen to my aunt, swallow the jade plaque in your stomach, don't say it to anyone, and when the time comes, my aunt will find a way. Shi Ji added another sentence in his heart, if my aunt was still there at that time, I would definitely find a god position for you.

Di Jiu nodded heavily, and swallowed the jade plaque into his stomach without thinking about it, he touched his stomach, very satisfied, his brothers were all there, they were all in Xiao Jiu's stomach, and no one could hurt them.

"Xiao Jiu, my aunt is leaving. ”

Emperor Jiu was shocked.

Shi Ji touched Emperor Jiu's head and said, "Your father, the emperor and your mother will come to pick you up soon, remember to go back to Heaven to see December, she misses you very much." ”

Di Jiu nodded, his eyes full of reluctance.

Shi Ji said again: "If you are not happy in the heavenly court, come to Skull Mountain to find your aunt." ”

Di Jiu smiled at this time.

Shi Ji is gone, Di Jiu is standing alone at the mouth of the valley, Tang Gu no longer restricts him, but he doesn't want to go out at all, if he can, he hopes that they will never go out, and stay in Tang Gu with his brother and Aunt Xiao Shi for the rest of their lives.

......

The request of the Emperor of Heaven, it is impossible for the Emperor to agree, the Thirteen Ancestors Wu, that is the life of the Wu Clan.

But the Emperor Zun will not refuse, that will anger the Emperor of Heaven.

Politics is an art.

Stalemate is inevitable.

Hou Yi wanted to stand out, but Chang'e grabbed her.

The Heavenly Emperor was displeased and said, "Moon God, you have crossed the line. ”

Chang'e glanced at the Emperor of Heaven lightly and did not speak.

The golden crow turned into a shape, and out of the sun came out of a young boy, the young man was dressed in a ten-day golden robe, extremely luxurious.

He shouted, "Father, uncle." He picked up the corpse of the eldest brother and went to look for the second brother, one by one, the young man received eight corpses in a row, he met the stone needle, and the young man howled and cried.

The sun weeps, and the heavens and the earth mourn together.

The boy had a grudge against heaven and earth, for all beings, for his father, and for his uncle, and the despair and grief of his brothers falling one by one before his eyes made him grow up day by day.

The Emperor of Heaven was bitter, and the Eastern Emperor smiled bitterly.

At the moment when the young man turned into a shape, Xuanhuang condensed, and merit fell from heaven, and the immeasurable Xuanhuang merit fell on Hou Yi's head.

The Heavenly Dao drew an end with merit.

The Heavenly Emperor glanced at Hou Yi coldly and left.