In the Chang Gung Palace, there is silence and self-danger.

It was as if there was a terrifying beast sitting in it, and the invisible power overflowed in all directions.

Zhao Zheng slowly walked up the thirty-three white marble steps with that inexplicable might.

"King of Qin, Sun Zhao Zheng pays a visit to Wu Anjun!"

Zhao Zheng's voice was no longer the slightest immature, and it was just an atmosphere that was difficult to describe in words.

After Zhao Zheng's words fell, the vast palace fell into an inexplicable silence.

"Squeak......

The door next to the side hall was slowly pushed open, and Dabai, who had not woken up, poked his head out, and looked at Zhao Zheng in front of him with a puzzled expression.

Behind the white tiger, the little white tiger looked at Zhao Zheng with his two paws on the threshold, his eyes full of curiosity.

On Zhao Zheng's body, it smelled a very familiar smell.

Just when Da Bai couldn't touch the north, a majestic man's voice with endless vicissitudes sounded in the main hall.

"Enter!"

Hearing this, Zhao Zheng slowly pushed open the vermilion door of the main hall and stepped into the main hall.

The white tiger glanced at Zhao Zheng who had entered the main hall, then slowly lowered his head and took the little white tiger in his mouth, turned around and slowly pushed the door up with his hind feet.

In the morning, disturbing the tiger's dream, this little monster learned from his master.

Zhao Zheng, who entered the empty Chang Gung hall, felt a deep chill.

Chang Gung, killing also, in the Chang Gung hall, there is endless killing intent circulating in the air.

In the middle of the main hall, a stone statue sits cross-legged.

Endless yin qi wrapped around his body, hiding a scarlet murderous aura.

It is like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the white bones are flying on the battlefield.

"What?"

Bai Qi slowly raised his head, not angry but arrogant, and the momentum in the entire hall became more and more solemn.

Zhao Zheng once heard his master say that there are strange ghosts in the world, and Mr. Lao Dan and Wu Anjun Bai Qi are two of them.

Mr. Old Dan died but did not die, watching the vicissitudes of the world for more than a hundred years.

And Wu Anjun is wanton and powerful, and in the Yin world, the Yin Soul retreats, and on the day of his resurrection, the Yin Qi condenses his body almost to condense his Yin body.

"The government wants to ask Wu Anjun to regain control of Qin Ruishi and direct the military formation. ”

Zhao Zheng bowed down, and his black clothes hung down to the ground, showing respect.

Facing the former god of war of Great Qin, Zhao Zheng's heart was full of reverence.

In history, when he was in the world, he was the descendant of Wu'anjun.

"Qin Ruishi ......"

The hoarse and majestic voice was mixed up in Wu Anjun's body, and it didn't seem the slightest abnormality.

Bai Qi whispered the name.

How many battles, he followed this army to the east and west, and conquered the world.

Bai Qi would never say that he had no hatred for the Qin royal family, that was self-deception.

But he was a brotherhood to Qin Ruishi, especially after he was resurrected and returned to Qin to see the army and civilians again, which strengthened his heart.

The sword in his hand is for the army and people of Qin.

Under the Du Post Pavilion, Wu'an Temple, the Qin people pity it.

How could he bear the soldiers and civilians of Qin in vain?

The white stone body slowly stood up, and Zhao Zheng only felt that in the Chang Gung Palace, the cold air was even better.

It seems that a desolate beast has woken up.

The cold wind blew Zhao Zheng's sleeves, and the slightest coldness penetrated people's hearts.

In the Taiyin School Palace, there are three stone statues of the revival of the Yin Soul, among which Wu Anjun Bai Qi is the strongest, and Mr. Lao Dan is the most unfathomable, only Shang Jun is a little mediocre and more like a scholar.

But how strong Wu Anjun Bai Qi is, Zhao Zheng can't figure it out.

Bai Qi looked down at the "Array Fu Tianluo" with fresh traces engraved on the table, and thought in his heart.

"Spring and Autumn Immortal, you've already calculated, right?"

After a moment of silence in the main hall, Bai Qi raised his head to look at Zhao Zheng and slowly spoke.

"Wait for me in a moment!"

Zhao Zheng was overjoyed in his heart, and bowed again:

"Zheng replaces the Great Qin Ruishi Xie Wu Anjun!"

Bai Qi, who was already a ghostly body, shook his head lightly and sneered:

"You can't replace Qin Ruishi, and you don't understand Qin Ruishi, Qin Ruishi doesn't need to thank me, because this is what I owe them for thirty-seven years. ”

Bai Qi lowered his head and smiled, then retracted his smile, he glanced at Zhao Zheng, and said something that was confusing.

"If you can't stand it, quit. ”

When the words fell, the yin qi and the killing qi in the entire Chang Gung Palace vibrate.

The white body seemed to turn into an endless void in an instant.

In the Chang Gung Palace, the stone-bodied whale swallowing dragon with a hint of cold light sucked the killing aura in the entire palace.

In the blink of an eye, there was a dragon sucking water in the entire hall, and the momentum was huge.

Zhao Zheng finally understood what Wu Anjun meant at this time.

Cold!

Endless cold.

The chill eroded Zhao Zheng's body, and the murderous aura hit his spiritual platform.

Meditation on the mourning platform, gushing blood and aphrodisiac body.

Zhao Zheng made a handprint and sat down.

And in the entire Chang Gung Palace, there was already a faint frost.

In Chang Gung Palace, the white tiger in the side hall just closed his eyes, and when he showed signs of falling asleep, he was instantly awakened.

Again?

"Roar!"

The white tiger let out a roar of dissatisfaction.

Can't stop the meeting early in the morning?

Don't you know that felines don't have energy during the day?

But Da Bai didn't expect that this roar scared the little white tiger suddenly, his feet off the ground, and his face was confused.

When the little white tiger landed, Da Bai saw a pair of eyes shining with a ghostly light in a trance, and walked over with a hint of coldness.

Finish the calf!

In the main hall, after absorbing the last breath of cold qi and killing qi, Wu Anjun Bai Qi slowly opened his eyes, and the ghostly light flashed, like the edge of a long sword.

In the Haohao Palace Tower, everything fell into calm again.

On the stone body around Bai Qi, there was a trace of white qi overflowing, like an endless yin qi wrapping.

Zhao Zheng slowly stood up and arched his hand: "Congratulations to Wu Anjun!"

"Let's go!"

Bai Qi strode outside, while Zhao Zheng followed Bai Qi slowly.

As soon as they came out of Changgung Palace, Zhao Zheng and Wu Anjun heard the sound of fighting and whimpering in the side hall.

"This?"

Zhao Zheng frowned.

"Normally, these two white tigers have to fight a dozen every day, and I don't know which of them is better, I guess the white tiger beats his wife. ”

Bai Qi shook his head, as if he was used to this, just glanced at it and walked away.

Zhao Zheng glanced at Bai Qi and left with Bai Qi after hearing this, but his mouth was full of doubts.

"Da Bai has the guts?"

And the whimpering sound in the side hall seemed to be even more miserable.

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"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The majestic wind blows, the war drums beat, this is the second time today that the sound of the Chinese army's big drum sounds.

The sound of the drum made Bai Qi in the camp feel as if he had returned to the past.

The battle of Yique, the battle of Huachu, and the battle of Changping, the days when the war agitated the sky and the smoke swayed.

He and Qin Ruishi are in a vertical and horizontal direction, how happy it is!