Chapter 4921? Bewildering

Young Master Yu's voice resounded in the void battlefield, and all Yanxian who were kneeling on the ground let out a long breath.

As long as the real body of the emperor can be verified, they will inevitably follow him.

All Yanxian can see that the true shadow of the true Wuyang Emperor is actually sealed for too long, so he does not know the identity of Gong Ziyu.

Looking at the colorful divine blood sprinkled in the void, the true shadow of Zhenwuyang was suspicious and looked at Gongziyu solemnly.

The corners of his brows twitched, and the cut on his wrist was a little big just now when he was excited, which caused the blood to flow out not slowly, but in a blowout...

If it continues like this, I am afraid that it will be weak after a while.

"Father, you will find out after checking." Young Master Yu said nervously, and stretched out his hand.

The true shadow of Zhenwuyang no longer hesitated, and with a wave of his palm, he took a drop of divine blood.

In the palm condensed by some unknown aura above the heavenly way, lay a drop of colorful divine blood.

Zhenwu Yang looked at his hands with his eyes fixed, and the divine blood was like a swallow in his arms, jumping cheerfully, and in a blink of an eye, it entered directly into the real shadow, nourishing the real shadow.

Retracting his palm, Zhen Wuyang took a deep breath, and his gaze towards Young Master Yu softened a lot.

"You said that you are my third son?"

Young Master Yu was overjoyed and hurriedly cupped his hands, "Father Hui, I am your third son, Young Master Yu."

Zhen Wuyang heard the words, and the originally soft eyes suddenly became sharp again, like two heavens, the son Yu Chang, who was directly pressed, could not kneel.

"Then why do you want to kill your eldest brother?!"

The cold sweat broke out again in an instant, but he quickly handed over his hands, making a grievance and hatred, and muttered.

"Father, you don't know, Young Master Yan is the eldest brother, but he has never done anything that the eldest brother should do. He is cruel to our six younger brothers. Not long ago, he actually did Disobedience."

"The fifth disciple, Young Master Mo, was the one who sent Yanxian to kill him!"

"Poor fifth brother, his head was cut off, and Xianyuan was shattered!"

Young Master Yu got up and said,

His eyes were full of tears, and then he couldn't help crying.

And Zhenwuyang Zhenying, who heard this, was so shocked that he couldn't help clenching his palms under the Chinese clothes.

Then, he murmured, "I actually have seven sons?! Zheng Er actually gave birth to seven sons for me?"

"..."

The corners of Young Master Yu's mouth twitched, and it seemed that he had so many emotions brewing that Zhen Wuyang didn't even notice...

Soon, the real shadow of Zhenwuyang returned to his mind, and his brows were wrinkled. If it was true that the fifth son was killed by Young Master Yan, as he said, then I am afraid that what happened today would be extremely troublesome.

This true shadow left by Zhenwuyang in the peak period cannot be kept for too long, and it is even slowly dissipating.

So soon, Zhen Wuyang looked at Jian Wushuang, who was kneeling in the void, covered in blood, and asked, "Yan'er, what he said was the truth, but you sent Yanxian to kill my fifth son. of?"

He was severely injured by the Supreme Heavenly Dao in Cangyu Bell, so that Jian Wushuang was still unable to speak at this moment.

And Young Master Yu, who was far away on the opposite side, saw this scene and hurriedly said, "Father, you are mistaken, he is not Young Master Yan, the one behind you is Young Master Yan!"

Zhen Wuyang was startled when he heard the words, and looked behind him subconsciously, only to see that in addition to Jian Wushuang, there was a handsome and coquettish young man standing behind him.

Looking at each other, Zhen Wuyang quickly frowned.

The little emperor immediately bowed slowly, "Yan'er, I have seen the emperor."

He didn't say much, just stretched out his palm and placed it between the eyebrows of the little emperor to investigate.

Soon, a flash of sadness and pain flashed in Zhen Wuyang's eyes.

The physique of the little emperor is so special that it cannot be concealed at all.

"So Yan'er, your physique..."

Zhen Wuyang couldn't talk anymore, he turned around lonely and looked at Jian Wushuang who had recovered, "Then who are you my son?"

"Emperor, wrong, he is not the emperor at all, he is the official of the son Yan!" The son Yu hurriedly corrected.

When Zhen Wuyang heard the words, his brows were even more condensed, and he immediately took out a divine blood from Jian Wushuang's body.

The divine blood is mysterious and changeable, showing a hazy color, making it difficult for Yanxian to observe its core.

In the palm of Zhenwuyang, Jian Wushuang's divine blood is also throbbing, it seems to have some unknown familiarity and tentativeness, but it has not merged into the true shadow of Zhenwuyang, but has been wandering.

"Why, I have a very strong sense of familiarity..."

Looking at the mysterious blood in his hand that seemed to be protected by some breath, Zhen Wuyang's true shadow couldn't help but set about trying to remove the breath.

But soon he was surprised to discover that he could not untie the restriction on this drop of blood!

Zhen Wuyang's eyes instantly became solemn, he looked at Jian Wushuang, and asked again, "Are you really not my emperor? Why do I feel a very familiar feeling in you?"

Jian Wushuang was at a loss. It had only been a few decades since he came to Dayanhuan from the Divine Power Universe.

Before that, he had never had any intersection with the entire Da Siyu and the Heavenly Court of Zhenwuyang.

To be able to feel the familiar feeling from him is really nothing short of a fantasy.

Just when Jian Wushuang was about to deny it, the little emperor who had not spoken for a long time said, "Father, he is indeed not your emperor."

Zhen Wuyang heard the words and stopped talking, but the confusion in his eyes deepened.

The aura emanating from Jian Wushuang's body felt too familiar to him, like some kind of cognitive feeling that was constantly being cut.

Young Master Yu, who was standing on the opposite side, watched this stagnant scene and couldn't help but worry secretly.

Then he gritted his teeth and cupped his hands again and said, "Father, please be the master of the fifth brother and deprive Young Master Yan of his immortal bone!"

The void was dead silent, only this sentence resounded.

Depriving the immortal bones, this is completely stripped of his last immortal path for the little emperor who is unable to practice and has no immortal roots.

Once the immortal bone is stripped, he will fall in a very short period of time, and there is no way to reverse it.

Young Master Yu wants the little emperor to fall completely.

After hearing this sentence, all kinds of complicated emotions flowed in Zhen Wuyang's eyes.

Finally, he looked at the little emperor, "Yan'er, have you ever done that kind of thing?"

The little emperor smiled coldly, his eyes were extremely calm, "Father, my son Yan's personality has never changed since he was young. Whether you believe it or not, I don't bother to do such a thing."

"Even if my immortal body is incomplete and unable to cultivate, I have never put them in my eyes, and naturally I will not argue with them."