Chapter 900 Killing Each Other!

Qin Yang stood on the edge, looking at the scene in front of him, his breathing became faster subconsciously.

With a wave of his hand, he erased the "inscriptions" left by the monarchs and princes for two thousand years. This was a mysterious and mysterious act that went beyond the level of traditional power attributes.

After all, many of the inscriptions with inscriptions by monarchs and princes are no longer there. What has just appeared and been erased is actually the aura left by those people.

"Then he set up armies and troops to kill the unruly, and put an end to the rebels. The martial arts extinguished the violent rebels, the civil servants recovered their innocence, and the common people were convinced...

...Men enjoy their duties, women cultivate their careers, and everything is in order. Benefit from all properties, come to the fields together for a long time, no one will be uneasy.

The ministers chanted the motto, please carve this stone and hang it with ceremony. "

The "Jieshimen Ci" describes the life achievements of the First Emperor. Now, these words seem to have come alive and are beginning to tremble and twist. It seems that you can vaguely see the man who came here two thousand years ago to look at the vast sea. body shape.

"Unfilial son Fusu, please listen to me!"

Xie Zhen opened his hands, bowed and knelt down. Suddenly, the wind began to howl around the entire Jieshi Mountain, and the temperature immediately cooled down.

"Fusu?" Qin Yang heard this name. Could it be that the man in front of him was the eldest son of Qin State back then? That Fusu who was ordered to commit suicide by Zhao Gaojiao?

Qin Yang thought this was a big joke, but who was so bored that he would run in front of him and make this joke?

The person who can hide himself so well and make such a big deal must be at least a leader among high-level listeners. Is he just teasing me because he is too bored?

However, there seemed to be no response to the great gift except for the gusts of cold wind, and a desolate and desolate atmosphere began to spread here.

Ashes to dust to dust, now only the remains of the great empire are left in rubble, and even the war spirits stored in the terracotta warriors and horses have disappeared.

There was a trace of sadness on Xie Zhen's face, but there was not much sadness. His hands slowly spread on the ground, and with an indifferent and decisive attitude, he raised his hands from bottom to top, as if to support him. Holding something that cannot be seen or touched.

Slowly, cracks began to appear on Xie Zhen's skin, and there were faint blood seeps out of the cracks, as if the body was about to collapse.

"When you travel to the countryside, you look like a bad person." Qin Yang felt that he was talking about this, and right now, wasn't he just watching the immortals playing chess?

There are too many unknowns, too many things that I don’t understand, but there is no way to solve the puzzles. I can only stand by and watch all this happen.

Moreover, as the man in front of him who called himself "Fusu" gradually raised his hands, phantoms appeared all around, and reality and illusion began to intertwine.

The modern buildings near Jieshi Mountain began to slowly disappear, replaced by a kind of desolation that seemed to return to ancient times. In the distance, there were vaguely visible pavilions and small buildings, giving it a dreamlike and misty feeling.

In the illusion, Qin Yang saw an old man wearing a robe with white beard and hair slowly walking towards him. The old man was not wearing a Taoist robe, but it was very close to the style of a Taoist robe. Although he could not see the specific appearance of the old man clearly, But the earthly aura exuding from his body makes people unable to bear the slightest blasphemy.

Xie Zhen's eyes were naturally open. He watched the old man slowly walking over, his eyes showing a kind of nostalgia for meeting his old friend, but the old man passed right through him.

he,

Can't see myself.

Even him,

Can’t you see yourself too?

Qin Yang saw that there seemed to be something else behind the old man, but the old man himself was already blurry enough, and the things behind him were naturally even more blurry and invisible. There seemed to be a black thing, like a coffin.

The old man knelt down in front of the light and shadow of "Jieshimen Ci", and opened his lips. He should be saying something, but the sound did not come out of the picture.

Qin Yang subconsciously took a few steps forward. He instinctively wanted to obtain more information. Ordinary people are also curious, but for the audience, sometimes collecting this kind of information is already an instinct.

"Where did my father ask you to take them... to?"

"puff…………"

A stream of blood immediately overflowed from the corner of Xie Zhen's mouth,

The surrounding phantoms completely dissipated at this moment, as if nothing had ever existed. Jieshi Mountain is still Jieshi Mountain, and it is still located here as it was two thousand years ago.

Xie Zhen stood up unsteadily and covered his forehead with one hand.

For some reason, Qin Yang felt that the pressure that the person in front of him had given him seemed to have disappeared just now. When his passenger turned around to face him, he immediately said:

"I remember, you are the one who explained!"

In the audience circle, there are actually quite a few people who know each other. Especially as the circle becomes narrower and narrower as the strength increases, everyone can basically become acquaintances. Qin Yang has had contact with Xie Zhen. Furthermore, Xie Zhen's treatment of having a boss to support him made many people envious.

"Help me find a quiet place to rest..." Xie Zhen said very uncomfortably, "It's best if you can help me set up the formation, can you?"

Qin Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Contact the senior people who know formations nearby and ask them to come here... Damn it, you figured it out again, right? I want you to see who can refine who!"

Xie Zhen's eyes showed two completely different colors, and seemed to be engaged in an extremely fierce struggle, but at this time, his body seemed to have been drained of all strength and fell directly to the ground slumped.

Qin Yang hesitated for a moment, then carried the gift down the mountain on his back.

He had a vague feeling that what he saw today might be even more bizarre than what happened in the story world.

……………………

"Strong wind! Strong wind! Strong wind! Strong wind!!!!!!!!!!"

The overwhelming sound of low shouts brought with it an overwhelming and chilling atmosphere. Su Bai, who was in the military formation, seemed to be in a melt. The surrounding atmosphere kept stimulating his soul, forcing him to merge into this. among an army.

This is no longer an army, but a war beast with a unified consciousness composed of individual soldiers. Here, everyone's thoughts will be gathered, infected, and forcibly united.

A dragon chariot slowly came from the sky. Later emperors followed the example of the First Emperor and claimed to be the True Dragon Emperor, and his own carriage became a dragon chariot. But what Su Bai saw at this time was a genuine five-clawed golden dragon acting as a horse. The character drags the chariot forward, but this five-clawed golden dragon is filled with a sense of death and is no longer as majestic as a dragon.

The screen on the dragon chariot slowly spread out, and a man wearing a black dragon robe walked out. Su Bai had seen this man before in the memory of an ancient vampire.

The First Emperor... Zulong!

"Long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!!!!!!!!!!"

In an instant, all the sergeants in the audience knelt down on one knee and shouted long live. Su Bai instinctively wanted to stand, but at this moment, it was as if tens of thousands of hands were pressing on him and forcing him to kneel down, causing Su Bai's body to collapse again. Unable to control himself, he knelt down on one knee.

Now, Su Bai was in a state of confusion, similar to half-dreaming, but Su Bai felt that if he was fully awake but his body was here, he would not have much capital to resist. This was a general trend, a kind of general trend. An extremely terrifying aura, or it can be said to be the power of a true dragon.

Zu Long was standing above, his eyes scanning below. Su Bai wanted to look up and take a look at the First Emperor. Curious? Chasing stars? To pay homage? Zongzong was probably full of emotions, but Su Bai just couldn't raise his head.

Su Bai didn't know what it felt like when Huben, whose strength was equivalent to that of tens of thousands of high-level listeners, knelt in front of him. Su Bai didn't know, and even... didn't dare to think about it.

Next, there was a long silence. Tens of thousands of tigers were still kneeling on one knee, but the ancestral dragon above them never spoke, let alone let everyone stand up. There was silence all around, and you could hear a pin drop.

Su Bai's face was covered with sweat. This majestic pressure and suffocation made him feel at a loss. At first, Chen Ru had said that he could help Su Bai suppress his newly advanced spirit, but Chen Ru's methods were different from the current situation. Compared with this scene, it was completely unattainable. There was no need to fight at all. I had been so wrapped up in the general trend that my confidence and good feeling as a high-level audience were completely destroyed.

Silence...silence...silence...still silence...

Su Bai's breathing began to become more and more rapid, and the pressure began to approach his critical point. He knew that once he could no longer support it, the "state" he entered with the Yin soldiers would collapse.

If he collapses, how will he tell Fatty Monk Buddha and the others later?

Could it be that you worked hard to get in, kowtowed to the emperor and then came out satisfied?

"Jiujiao Lao Qin, we will fight against the national calamity together!"

Finally, Zu Long spoke, and his voice seemed to have a special magic power that could penetrate your eardrums and directly shock your heart.

"Jiujiu, Lao Qin, fight against the national calamity together!

There will be no truce until the blood is shed dry! "

Tens of thousands of tigers shouted together, and everyone had a bloodthirsty eagerness in their eyes!

Zulong's face was a little sad and sad, but he still took out a sword hanging on the outside of the dragon chariot and stabbed the five-clawed golden dragon at his feet.

The five-clawed golden dragon let out a weak cry, and then, the dragon's blood began to spill out,

It seemed like blood was raining from the sky, dripping on the soldiers below.

"Jiujiao Lao Qin, we will fight against the national calamity together!"

"We will fight until the blood is shed dry!"

At this moment, Su Bai found that the soldiers around him had stood up, and while shouting war songs, they raised their weapons and thrust them into the bodies of their comrades.

The entire military formation,

At this time, it seemed to have turned into a terrifying Shura field!

What exactly is going on!

A wisp of hot blood splashed onto Su Bai's face, causing Su Bai's vision to turn scarlet, but the crazy killings around him were far from over!