"A hundred years later, your uncle will still be your uncle!"

Cao Yi put down the whip in his hand, exhaled a breath, and wiped the two drops of blood flowing from his eyebrows.

There is a price to pay for beating people to death with the whip of God.

Suddenly, there was a crack in the origin of Yingzheng in the True Dragon Pool.

"Not good"

Cao Yi hurriedly stabilized.

Next, he really can't do it anymore.

"Lu Pheasant, Zhu Jia, Fu Nian, Peng Yue, kill them"

Crocodile's emotionless voice appeared in this world.

Four figures descended from the sky, from left to right, in turn, the holy lord of the Yin and Yang family, Lu Pheasant, the holy lord of the peasant family, the Zhu family, the Confucian holy lord Fu Nian, and the thief Peng Yue, each of which was as bloody as the sea, almost boiling, reaching the sky, so powerful that it made people tremble.

Except for Peng Yue, everyone else's expressions were cold, obviously losing their sense of autonomy.

"Stinky Taoist, you deceived me into looking at the stars back then, and deceived me so badly!"

Peng Yue has a strong figure, sharp eyes, locks of black hair without wind, and his voice is as poignant as a night owl in the dark night.

The content of the words makes people laugh.

Another enemy, this is the Avengers!

Cao Yi was speechless at the same time, but he also felt that it was wrong, Xu Fu survived, it is understandable that Peng Yue was smashed into a meatloaf by Tianxing back then, how could he survive.

"But I also want to thank you, if it weren't for you, how could I have obtained the creation in the sin star and forged an immortal body."

Peng Yue clenched his hands tightly, and the tower-like tiger body exuded a strong oppressive force.

As soon as he took a step, there was a wide range of cracks in the ground.

There is still creation in the stars!

Cao Yi's mood was suddenly a little inexplicable.

"Needless to say, cut off Cao Yi's head and send Yingzheng on the road."

Crocodile's cold voice came.

"Kill"

Peng Yue let out a thunderous shout in his mouth, and without using any weapons or Dao methods, he directly used his huge body to crush the past.

The Holy Lord of the Yin and Yang Family, Lu Pheasant, the Holy Lord of the Peasant Family, the Zhu Family, and the Confucian Holy Lord Fu Nian attacked at the same time.

Lu Pheasant used the Yuan Shen to control the sword qi, which was several times stronger than before.

The Zhu family still exerts divine sense, which is less inferior to Xu Fu just now.

Fu Nian casts a guzheng sound attack, similar to Zuo Ci in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms world.

Before, the ruins of various temples thrown over by Xu Fu and Jiang Chong were torn apart in an instant under the attack of the four of them, turning into pieces of dust.

"It's almost over, you don't need so many people anymore, go and half of them to stop them"

Cao Yi said to the masters of the Qin Court.

"Kill"

Half of the Qin Ting masters rushed out with their tired bodies, and no one flinched.

For a while, on the killing field, the murderous aura was like a sea, surging all over the audience, and some Qin Court masters even did not hesitate to blow themselves up in order to stop the four of them, and they were extremely brave.

After only two quarters of an hour of killing, Lu Pheasant lost an arm, the Zhu family was blown off half of his head, Fu Nian only had half of his body left, and Peng Yue was covered in blood.

"The Word Secret"

"The Word Secret"

"The Word Secret"

"The Word Secret"

Four people burst into drinking at the same time.

The body is like a whirlpool, frantically absorbing the source stones piled up on the edge of the True Dragon Pool and the source qi that is free from heaven and earth, the bone joints on the body move, ringing non-stop, and the whole body shines like divine gold, and the injuries get better at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Dao Chief, what's wrong?"

Fusu clenched his fists, anxiety on his face.

"One last point"

Cao Yi responded flatly.

Fusu glanced at the four of them and said anxiously: "Are they about to recover?" ”

"The poor road can't be moved"

Cao Yi told the truth.

At this time, if you stop, not only will your previous efforts be wasted, but it will also cause a lot of damage to Yingzheng.

Fusu grabbed the whip that Cao Yi threw on the ground, and said to many Qin Court masters who were beaten back and lost the strength to fight again: "Wait for the blessing of the divine thoughts on Lone's body."

"No"

"No"

……

One divine thought after another fell on Fusu, although they were all weak, they couldn't stand the crowd.

Soon, Fusu's divine sense became stronger, "Who dares to fight Lone?" ”

The heroic voice echoed throughout the audience, and the powerful divine sense made Peng Yue, the only one with sanity among the four, look sideways.

Bang!

Lu Pheasant, who was controlled by the crocodile venerable, rushed over with a powerful divine thought.

When the head is slapped, there is a posture of wanting to shoot Fusu to death.

Fusu whipped and beat him down.

While! The void exploded like thunder.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Pheasant was beaten and staggered back a few meters and fell to the ground.

The first shot, Fusu won a big victory.

Fu Nian, who was controlled by the crocodile venerable, the Zhu family, followed suit, and the power of divine consciousness became even stronger

Fu Su hit the divine whip in his hand again and again, and did not hesitate to use the power of the original god.

Fu Nian, the Zhu family only retreated more than ten meters and did not fall.

Fusu continued to fight, and continued to increase.

Behind him, there was the sound of the Qin Court master who had provided him with divine power falling.

has reached a critical juncture, and Fusu can't take care of benevolence and righteousness.

Thinking about it, blood appeared on the forehead of the Zhu family one after another, and they were crumbling.

Suddenly, ten Qin Court masters who provided the power of the Yuan Shen exploded.

The power of the whip in Fusu's hand was greatly reduced.

Whoosh, a blue-gold short spear flew out of Peng Yue's hand, piercing Fusu's Yuan Shen.

With a click, the whip in Fusu's hand fell to the ground.

Fusu himself fell backwards and landed in the True Dragon Pool.

"The Prince"

"The Prince"

……

Rushing out before, the Qin Ting masters, who had not yet died, blew themselves up one after another, blocking the four of them.

In the True Dragon Pool, Ying Zheng, who was originally motionless, shook his body, opened his eyes, and shot out two rays of cold electricity, like a red glow cutting through the void.

"Father, cough, cough"

Fusu, who was floating on the water, kept coughing up blood, and stretched out his hand to Yingzheng hard.

Ying Zheng was stunned, his eyes darkened, and he reached out to grab Fusu's hand, his lips trembling.

"Child...... Child, ...... again I've embarrassed my father again! ”

Fusu's eyes were dim, and his voice was intermittent.

Being the eldest son of Qin Shi Huang is both his luck and his misfortune.

A lifetime bathed in supreme glory, but also a lifetime shrouded in boundless shadows.

"You're doing a great job"

Ying Zheng's sad face squeezed out a little relief.

Fusu closed his eyes and let go of his hand.

Ying Zheng didn't shed tears, and looked at Fusu's body in a daze.

After 30 years of farewell, I didn't expect the result to be a white-haired person sending a black-haired person.

He had many sons, and Fusu was the eldest, but not the one he liked the most.

The reason is that his personality is too different from him, too benevolent, too bookish and angry, not like an emperor.

"Father, the son thinks you're not doing ...... right."

The stubborn words of the book's anger echoed in his ears.

In front of him, there was a lifeless corpse.

"Ah......h

Ying Zheng roared, and the boundless sorrow turned into a sky-high killing intent, and the entire Afang Palace seemed to be smeared with a thick layer of frost.

Boom, in the distance, self-explosion after sound, rushing to the sky, fluctuating in all directions.

Bang! The last self-detonation.

The four of them walked out of the smoke and dust that rushed into the sky, standing not far away like four bloody dragons.

Ying Zheng stood up from the True Dragon Pool and looked at the four of them with cold eyes.

The slaughter is like a cold winter, sweeping this world.

The Son of Heaven was furious, ambushed millions of corpses, and bled and drifted.

He took a step, and his body was like a black hole, absorbing the source qi of the eight directions.

"In my life, I have never been persecuted like this!"

His emotionless voice floated through the world.