Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 225 I am a descendant of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin (Please subscribe and vote!)

"Who are you? How dare you come here and act so recklessly?"

Zhu Yougui shouted and asked.

Meng Fan sneered, and sat cross-legged on the eaves without hurrying, and said condescendingly: "Zhu Yougui, this trick of framing others is really childish."

"In my opinion, your father's head was taken off by a disobedient and unfilial beast like you. Who here can't see through this trick?"

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yougui smiled and said, "You can see through it if you want. I am tired of being manipulated by this old ghost."

"But I don't want to bear the crime of regicide and patricide..."

Li Xingyun took over the conversation at this time and said: "So you thought of me!"

"Yes!"

Zhu Yougui said complacently: "Everyone in the world knows that you hate us father and son to death. If I announce to the world that it was you who assassinated my beloved wife and my beloved brother."

Then, Zhu Yougui pointed at Li Xingyun and said, "It was you who assassinated my beloved father!"

"Then, people all over the world will not have any doubts about this."

Li Xingyun half mocked and said: "And you, Zhu Yougui, have transformed yourself into a loyal minister and filial son who came too late to save the emperor and had to kill me to vent his anger and avenge his father."

"Then, he ascended the throne naturally!"

"Hahahaha!"

Zhu Yougui smiled up to the sky and said, "What a perfect plan!"

But this laughter was mixed with the sound of applause.

Meng Fan clapped his hands and laughed, saying, "How ironic! Your so-called beloved wife was given to Zhu Wen by you to enjoy at will and to please him every day."

"Your so-called dear brother, you hate him to the core, and the real Zhu Youwen is imprisoned by you, unable to live or die."

"Your so-called beloved father scolds you every day for having a strange appearance and being unworthy of a monarch. He humiliates you to the utmost, but you can only hide in the darkness of the Xuanming Sect and cry secretly."

Before Meng Fan could finish, Zhu Yougui said angrily, "Shut up, don't say any more, I told you to shut up!!!"

Zhu Yougui's eyes flashed with humiliation, and he asked angrily, "How do you know these secrets?"

“Is it difficult to know these things?”

Meng Fan smiled strangely: "Why don't you just ask them in person and find out?"

Meng Fan stretched out his palm, and three puffs of black smoke appeared in it, with three struggling and resentful faces flashing by.

"go with!"

Meng Fan waved his hand and three balls of black air transformed into ghostly spirits as tall as a person. They surrounded Zhu Yougui, with gusts of cold wind, ghost howlings, and constant cursing.

"Rebellious son, how dare you kill your father? I have long seen that you, a beast, have evil intentions. If I had known this, I should have taken the initiative to kill you!"

Zhu Wen's fat face was distorted with a look of resentment. He roared, cursed, and condemned.

"Zhu Yougui, why, why did you send me to your disgusting father? I tried my best to please him for you, and served him wholeheartedly every day. I don't know how much humiliation I suffered."

"You killed me with your own hands, Zhu Yougui, you are not a man, you are not a man!"

Zhang's originally pretty face was now bleeding from all seven orifices, and she looked hideous and terrifying. Every word she said pierced Zhu Yougui's heart.

"I won't argue with you. I'm just a stand-in. I'm just a stand-in. My death was so unjust. My death was so unjust!"

The last stand-in for Zhu Youwen kept crying.

The three spirits lingered around and kept chattering in Zhu Yougui's ears.

"Enough, enough!"

"All of you die, die!" Zhu Yougui's face was filled with fear and shock. He kept mobilizing the true energy of the Nine Nether Mysterious Heavenly Art in his hand and striking in all directions, but he kept missing.

Finally, seeing that it didn't work, he simply gave up.

He shouted: "You are all dead!"

"I am the future emperor of Daliang. The winner will be the king and the loser will be the enemy. I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of you!"

A huge amount of Xuantian Qi erupted from Zhu Yougui's body, and the bone-chilling Qi was emitted in all directions, making him look like the real Hades.

He looked at Meng Fan, pointed at him and asked, "Boy, what kind of ghostly tricks did you use to dare to disturb my mind!"

"Ghost realm method?"

"hehe!"

Meng Fan sneered: "These three are your beloved wife, brothers, and beloved father!"

"Why, you don't even recognize them?"

"You took their lives with your own hands not long ago. How ironic!"

Immediately, Meng Fan casually took the three spirits back into his palm, and then gently squeezed them. The three spirits turned into ashes and no trace of their existence remained in the world.

Zhu Yougui was seen gritting his teeth, his small body shaking with anger. He wanted to kill Meng Fan, but was terrified by his supernatural methods.

For ancient people, the power of ghosts and gods was even more frightening.

No one had ever imagined that Zhu Yougui, the Emperor of the Underworld, would one day be frightened by three spirits.

The rest of the people, including Li Xingyun, were also frightened by what they saw. Who would have thought that there would really be evil spirits seeking lives in this world?

"who are you?"

"who am I?"

Meng Fan looked at the Xuanming sect members with a gloomy look, then at Li Xingyun and others, and finally at Zhu Yougui, and said seriously:
"Listen carefully, I am Li Xingyu, a descendant of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin, and the son of Emperor Zhaozong, Li Ye!"

"what?!"

Zhu Yougui exclaimed.

At the same time, Li Xingyun was also extremely surprised. Looking at the figure under the moonlight, he couldn't help but frown and feel curious. If what this person said was true, then wouldn't he have an extra brother?
Those members of the Xuanming sect, who were actually bad people, were completely confused and couldn't help but talk about it.

"Brother, do you still have brothers alive?"

Lu Linxuan asked at this time.

Li Xingyun shook his head: "I don't know either!"

He guessed, "Maybe... maybe it was my father who gave birth to his children. After all, there are seventeen children in the records. This shows how fertile my father was."

At this time, Li Xingyun looked at Meng Fan's face with all his eyes, and then touched his own face, as if he felt that he and his face did have some similarities.

"What nonsense!"

Zhu Yougui denied it, saying, "The old Emperor Zhaozong had only seventeen descendants. I personally had them all dealt with. Except for Li Xingyun who managed to escape with his life, where did you come from?"

"Hahaha!"

Meng Fan laughed at himself and said, "There are only seventeen. Shouldn't it be nineteen?"

Meng Fan glanced behind him and said faintly, "Am I right, Marshal?"

"Or rather, Yuan-Tian-Gang!"

(End of this chapter)