The imperial palace in Tianjing City was almost empty, the jade-white imperial road leading to the Taiji Palace was spotless, there was a big tree on both sides every fifty steps, and the leaden gray clouds in the sky were extremely low, which made people breathless.

Li Sheng, who was wearing a dark python suit, walked quickly past the palace.

did not enter the Taiji Palace, but stopped in a side hall.

This is the ancestral shrine of the Great Qin royal family.

The ancestors of the Great Qin royal family of the past dynasties, from the Duke of Qin, to the King of Qin, the Emperor of Qin, the tablets are here, and are worshiped and sacrificed by future generations.

The door of the Qin Ancestral Hall was not closed, and a trace of warm light poured out from inside.

Obviously there were people inside, Li Sheng stood outside with his hands down, and said softly:

"Your Majesty, the old general has commanded all the departments of Tianjing, and he has temporarily stopped the attack of the celestials."

There was a humming sound from the ancestral hall, and the people inside did not come out.

The emperor was sitting on the futon, the dragon robe on his body had been changed, wearing a black wide-sleeved coat with a somewhat thick material, the cuffs were trimmed with a simple dragon finch pattern, a jade crown on his head, sitting with his eyes closed, a simple Daqin wide sword was placed in front of him, and the sword body was decorated with staggered lattice patterns.

In the candlelight, the blade glistened with a cold light.

Candles burn quietly on top of the bronze lampholders.

The space inside the ancestral hall is extremely high, obviously a little empty and cold, the sandalwood shelf is covered with a faint fragrance, there is a layer of golden dragon pattern silk cloth on it, there are five layers, one by one the black tablets are arranged on the wooden frame, the bronze beast furnace in front of the tablet is lit with smoke, the smoke curls upward, hazy, as if there is a pair of cold eyes behind the tablet looking at the emperor who is sitting below.

As if everything outside had nothing to do with him.

After a long while, the candle flame on the bronze lampholder was already half burning, and there was a gentle footstep outside again, and Li Sheng's voice came, saying:

"Your Majesty, Kunlun has appeared."

This time, the emperor opened his eyes, there was a very sharp look in his eyes, but with a calm peace, he stood up, dressed in the clothes of the King of Qin five hundred years ago, holding the sword in his right hand, looking at the tablet on the wooden shelf, and said slowly:

"Duke Mu, Duke Lie, Duke Wen, King Wu, King Cheng......"

He read out the ancestors of Great Qin one by one, his voice was low and slow, his eyes looked at those tablets, as if he was looking at the kings of the old Qin people in the past, and finally paused, read out the title of Emperor Xuanwu, he took a deep breath, raised his hand and saluted solemnly, and then turned around and strode out.

All the way to the Temple of Heaven where the ancestors and the heavens were sacrificed before.

Different from the past, this altar to worship ancestors and the sky is now only he and Li Sheng, the black clouds in the sky are pressing the city, under the darkness, it is even more obvious that the ground is extremely empty, the jade-white altar stands in the middle of the sky and the earth, wearing a jade crown and a sword-wielding the king standing in the center of the Temple of Heaven.

The emperor stood here, and remembered the scholar back then, the scholar was drinking wine at that time, and drunkly said that although he had made such a layout for him, he hoped that such a backhand would never be activated, and the king was the blood sacrifice of the people to the country, but the scholar said that he himself had not wanted to see him below so early.

He remembered that the girl who stood next to the scholar and was able to drink without changing her face and put down the head of the Eighteenth Road Iron Cavalry Commander was a good man who could drink with strong liquor as water, but in the end she drank to the ground, Yang Jinxian held the wine jar and moved it to the bottom of the table, snoring loudly.

And the girl drank thirty years of old wine like drinking white water, and there was not even a trace of blush on her face.

It's a pity that he has such courage, such a scholar and a girl, only he has seen it......

The emperor with snow-white temples smiled softly.

"Heavenly policy, concentrating on ......"

"I'm here for the appointment."

The ancient sword in his hand was stuck upside down on the ground.

The jade pendant containing the heavenly machine on the emperor's waist was shattered, like the armor on the back of the turtle, falling one by one on the Temple of Heaven that had been stained with the blood of heaven and man, and the streamer was like a spewed lava, quickly flowing on the dense lines on the Temple of Heaven.

The Emperor spoke slowly.

………………

"Go in, let me in!"

The man with a scar on his face was full of irritation, and pushed the woman and the child into the room in a hurry, and then regardless of the earth-shattering sound inside, Kala put the door shut, and then mustered up all his strength, picked up the big water tank next to him, and blocked the door.

The man gasped and almost went limp.

There was a shout from inside the house, "What are you doing?" You open the door! Open the door! ”

The wooden door was smashed.

He looked up at the clouds in the sky, stretched out his hand and grabbed a knife, turned his back to the gate, and grinned at the man who had been afraid of the inside, and shouted loudly:

"The money I secretly hid was in the third brick on the right side of the stove, and Lao Tzu didn't spend a penny, just hiding some money, and I knew the bottom of my heart."

"Son."

"From now on, listen to your mother."

The sound of knocking on the wooden door stopped abruptly, and the woman's heart-rending cry was heard:

"Fuko, you come back to me, what are you going to do?! I can't kill you! ”

The man grinned, wiped his face around, and walked out the door clutching the heavy hilt of his sword.

The men of Daqin all have a Qin knife, at least one, which may have been taken from their father, may have been used by their grandfather, and may have been a great-grandfather.

A man should always have a knife.

Qin Dao.

So that when someone wants to destroy all your life, you don't have to grovel with gold and silver and beg each other for mercy, you don't have to watch your children and wife being bullied by them, you can hold this knife as if you were holding dignity, and slash at each other's necks viciously.

The man walked out the door.

He saw more men out of the gate and into the streets, they weren't strong enough to fight the enemies from the sky, but that didn't mean they had to tremble and hide like frightened dogs, there were other things they could do.

They had green tendons on their necks, and they had knives in their hands.

The old Qin people have never been bullied to the point that they are weak under their noses, from the very beginning, they have confronted the cruel environment and cultivated crops in the wild world, and have never been weak and surrendered.

They have knives in their hands, and they have knives in their hearts.

Fufu County.

The dark clouds in the sky made people panic, and on the eaves of the two hundred-zhang tall buildings in Fufeng City, the bright red ribbons flew like flames, and under the ribbons, the sound of golden bells was crisp and shattered in the wind.

The students of the Fufeng Academy are running around.

What the Taoists and the Yin-Yang Sect learned came in handy at this time, and those formations that could only be used on small occasions in the past, when the people who set up the formation changed from one person to ten people, to fifty people, and five hundred people, it was no longer a small fight among teenagers.

The young man, who used to secretly eat haggis, was hit by an arrow, his face was pale, and cold sweat flowed from his aching forehead, but he didn't care about the father who was crying around him, and said:

"What my generation has learned, the time to serve the country is only at this moment."

"Your son, am I greedy for life and afraid of death?!"

Fufeng Pillar State Mansion.

The two attendants walked out with heavy armor, the armor was carved with dragon sparrow lines, and Yuwen was already wearing a close-fitting soft armor made of iron rings as thin as rice grains, and added a layer of battle robes outside, the tall general of the Pillar Kingdom spread out his hands and asked the attendants to put the armor on him.

The last shoulder armor buckle strap is securely fastened.

Yuwen stretched out his hand and grabbed the handful.

When Kunlun landed at the gate of Tianjing City, the young general of the northern frontier held a Mo knife and led his subordinates to roar and launch a decisive charge, the eagle flapped its wings under the dark sky, and the Western Regions Protector personally cut off the necrotic arm, with red eyes.

The blood-colored banner behind it unfurled, and arrows dipped in fire oil pierced the sky.

The waves of the East China Sea were turbulent, and the blood of young students fell on the quaint city walls.

The sword intent of the Heavenly Sword rose, and the Qinyin Sword Spirit of the Xiahou family fell from the top of the first Xuan.

The celestials shook as they looked at the mortal who bared its fangs and claws.

On the mountain road where Taishan has no end in sight, an old man walks slowly, his face is a little pale, his face is wrinkled, he is no longer as graceful as when he left Tianjing City, his white hair is a little messy, and he is wearing clothes made of the best silk in Jiangnan Province, but there is a hideous puncture wound on his heart.

As if he had been burned by a raging fire, his clothes had traces of flames, which were traces left by the divine soldiers, the fire did not disperse, and he would always follow him like a shadow, Zhou Fengyue walked all the way to the top of Taishan, and in front of the ancestral temple of Daqin, he saw that the world was dark.

Occasionally, you can see the streamers tearing through the strength of the warriors from a distance, and there are dense rockets shooting into the sky, leaving a crimson trail, and thunder flashes in the depths of the clouds, illuminating a small piece of the sky, and then it is dim again.

Zhou Fengyue whispered: "Sure enough, it is the same catastrophe as recorded in the classics." ”

"The celestial man is unable to storm the cities for a while, but since he is a celestial man, he retreats far away, avoids the front of the army, and then chooses another day to come here, why not?"

He looked at the ancestral hall behind him, the door was locked, he couldn't enter, and he didn't want to forcibly open the place where the kings of the Great Qin Dynasty were worshipped, so he could only take out a tablet from his arms, wipe it with his cuffs, and put the tablet on the stone, on which were written the words Emperor Xuanwu of the Great Qin.

After doing this, he seemed to be unable to hold it anymore and sat down on the ground. The wind blew through his white hair, he touched his heart, his tentacles were bloody, and he could feel his heart beating weakly, and on the wound that was cut out by Ni Tianxing, the burning heat seemed to be that the sword intent of the great sun had not receded at all.

Even if he keeps taking medicine, it is useless, he can only use his qi for nearly a hundred years to forcibly block it, but where can it be sealed? It's okay if he doesn't do it all the time, but on the way here, he is ruthless, killing all the celestials he sees, and the internal qi is surging, and the internal qi wrapped in the blood of the heart has begun to collapse.

Zhou Fengyue coughed a few times, he leaned against the stone, on which was the tablet of Emperor Xuanwu of Great Qin, he looked into the distance, the white hair on his head was messy and dry, and sighed:

"In the dreams of the ministers, the old people come and go, but the first emperor has never come."

Climb the mountain and the world is small.

He stood here and looked down, and could see the rivers and mountains of the Central Plains, just like that, neatly, and spread out into the distance, which should have been a beautiful scenery, but now these hundreds of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are all shrouded in dark and heavy clouds, like night.

Where in the heavenly realm can there be so many people?

Zhou Fengyue thought, the other party is probably already out of the old book, it is said that the river of the heavenly realm is a cloud when it falls on the world, and the black clouds that spread to the entire Central Plains like this have chiseled through the lakes and seas in the sky? He couldn't help but curse, disturbing his internal qi, and sat in front of the stone carving, with gray hair, like an old dog in the water, breathing quickly and panting.

The heart was beating weakly.

In a certain city, the iron guards of the Qin army roared angrily and pulled down the Mo family's crossbow.

"Die to Lao Tzu, this is not your territory!"

Yang Jinxian, with a broken arm, stood on the podium of the Western Regions Protectorate and roared:

"How can you say that you have no clothes!"

The Mo knife in the hand of Baili Feng in the north broke from the middle because he couldn't bear the huge force, he jumped up and kicked the two knights of the north off the war horse, his arms were forced, and the healthy horse weighing thousands of pounds with horses and armor was lifted by him in the neighing sound, and smashed heavily on the battlefield, and one person rushed in front of the formation, grabbing the broken spear with both hands:

"Mo Dao Team, change formation, change formation!"

"The first Zhuang disciple in the world is here, and my generation should be the arrow."

"A mere mortal, how dare you commit a crime?"

"Those who offend my Central Plains will be killed."

"There is not a single enemy left behind him."

Zhou Fengyue leaned on the stone carving, as if she had seen all this happening, as if she had seen that under the dark long night, there was also a little spark rising, grinning, singing rural folk songs in a low voice, and her breath gradually withered.

The tablet behind him was blown by the wind and fell to the ground, making a snapping sound, Zhou Fengyue came back to his senses and rearranged the tablet, at this time, in his ears, in the ears of Yang Jinxian, in the ears of every ordinary Great Qin person, a peaceful voice sounded-

"The people of Great Qin ......"

"I am the Emperor, the Emperor of Great Qin."

Zhou Fengyue's movements froze, her eyes widened, and she looked in the direction of Tianjing City.

The old man's white hair was blown by the wind like a ball of hay.

The people who walked everywhere also had a shock and disbelief in their hearts, and in Fufeng City, Murong listened to the voice. Except for the places where they were still fighting, and even the places where they were fighting, those celestial people also showed surprise on their faces, and they all pulled away.

One is worried about some unexpected backhand.

On the other hand, it is also to see what this Great Qin Emperor wants to do.

Bailifeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood on top of the corpse, he reached out and tore off the broken obstructive armor, holding a broken spear in each hand, his cape spreading, and glared angrily at the Northern Hungarian, who had been stopped from charging again.

The seventy-two counties are the nodes of the world's luck, and the Temple of Heaven is the beginning of luck.

The voice of the emperor was able to sweep through this vast world.

The emperor standing on the Temple of Heaven slowly spoke:

"Two thousand years ago, Emperor Xin of Shang died in battle; A thousand years ago, the world was in turmoil, five hundred years ago, the seven kingdoms joined forces, and now, the disaster that has been with us since thousands of years ago has come to the Central Plains again. ”

"Many cities in Daqin, no, even just towns, can't be defended at all, maybe they didn't intend to put villages and towns in their eyes, but there is no doubt that the rain of arrows they splashed has taken the lives of many compatriots, and that is a number that I don't want to recall."

"The enemy comes from the world above the sky."

"Their strength is far stronger than that of ordinary people, and they can all fly away."

"Great Qin has been invaded inside, this is an indisputable fact."

In Fufeng City, the students bit their lipes stubbornly, the things they had been holding onto, the things they were proud of, were pointed out by the emperor himself at this moment, and they were defeated like a tide, almost weak, and shed tears.

Bailifeng roared angrily, and his voice was pathetic.

The war horse in front couldn't help but step back again and again, but everyone was afraid.

Yang Jinxian, who fought to the point of breaking his arm, and almost half of the Western Regions Protectorate collapsed, has always stood as tall as steel, but at this moment, he couldn't help but redden, and he didn't hold it at such a price, which can't be blamed on them, the enemy is different from the opponents of the past, they come from the sky.

They can ignore the effects of the terrain.

They can even fall directly from the top of the Heavenly Capital City.

The emperor's voice sounded slowly.

"Our country has been breached. I reiterate here that, whether I admit it or not, the enemy has appeared within my Great Qin, and our kingdom has been breached. ”

"Even the enemy is now outside my Tianjing City."

The faces of the celestials showed a look of surprise, they felt that this emperor should have been crazy, and he actually hit the morale so much, at this time, if he concealed it, he might still be able to barely maintain the existence of this empire.

An old man in a gorgeous costume stood in the sky, stroked his beard and said:

"The hearts of the people in the world have been lost, and the backhand can be broken."

But at this time, the emperor standing on the Temple of Heaven took a deep breath and said loudly:

"But I still have a question here and now, people of Great Qin, are you afraid?!"

The voice that was transmitted to every place by some means paused for a moment, and then suddenly raised its voice, and the emperor Xuanyi, who was standing on the Temple of Heaven, shook and roared with his sword—

"Absolutely not!"

"No way!!"

"Because you are all my people of Great Qin, and they are all my Yanhuang Miao descendants!"

One by one, the people with their heads bowed raised their heads, their eyes lit up slightly.

No one could have imagined that a calm emperor would roar like a lion's roar - "The soul of the country in this world is the same as you." ”

The sword in the emperor's hand pointed at the sky.

"Suiren takes fire, Emperor Yan plants millet, Shennong tastes grass, ancestors raise silkworms, Ning Fengzi makes pottery, Cangjie makes words, predecessors come step by step, how have you ever relied on others...... That was the ancestor we waited for, and under my feet I waited for the present. The world is vast, three thousand years ago, Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor held a sword to unify all departments, entered Xuanyuan Hill, and the four seas and eight wilderness ......"

"From now on, we all belong to the same country!"

The old man's expression, which was quite low among the celestials, froze, and in his field of vision, the luck on the earth, the invisible luck suddenly condensed, from the city, from the mountains, from the lakes and seas, from all over the world, a faint luck emerged, it was very faint, slow, but firmly converging-

The luck of the human empire is the desire of the human heart.

After he froze for a moment, he suddenly roared:

"The luck of the world is beginning to change!"

"Kill the Emperor at all costs!"

"You can't let him achieve the same authority as the ancient human king, kill, kill him!"

Suddenly, the drums of war thundered.

Countless celestials poured out at once, as if they were decided, fearless of the Tianjing City military array mastered by Liwu, and frantically pounced, all the celestials were like crazy, and their weapons were aimed at the emperor who was standing solemnly with his sword.

The tiger drum returned to the car, and the immortal people were like hemp.

At a time when those celestials were tearing apart the defense of Tianjing City at any cost, the tall old man with white hair stood in front of the emperor, he was dressed in sackcloth, his qi was bulging, he glanced at the emperor, and said:

"I just thought that it would be too much of a pity if Liwu died here, as for the emperor of the world, the kingdom of people gathered into a tower of sand, and disappeared with time, it is not worth taking it to heart."

"But now I think that such an emperor and dynasty should not be cut off here."

"Nor should it be cut off under the so-called celestials."

Heaven and Heaven will be hindered and shouting:

"Kunlun, you are bold!"

The tall old man with white hair stepped forward, accompanied by the emperor's vast inquiry to the whole world, smiled, and stretched out his right hand to face the tide of heaven on the top of the heavy black clouds, and a gentle voice sounded:

"I have three houses, and the pillars are made of eight mountains."

As soon as he said it, the gas engine churned.

That's an arrogant aura that is not inferior to the aspirations of the people next to it.

The celestial beings changed color, and one after another cold rays fell, all of which were forcibly blocked by Kunlun with his own strength, although it may be short-lived and cannot last, but at this moment, the old man single-handedly blocked hundreds of celestial people.

Then the second step was taken.

Kunlun's eyes were drunk, and he groaned.

The old man's voice was like rolling thunder, sweeping through the heavens and the earth:

"The four walls of the sea cover the circumference, Vientiane Senluo is a bucket, and the tiles cover the blue sky."

"No leaks for many years. Cause and effect. ”

"If you have successfully cultivated three thousand, you will be able to descend to the fire dragon and the tiger."

"Land through the immortals."

The last sentence fell, and the heavens and the earth shook three times.

Kunlun looked at his palm and muttered:

"This is a Jiazi ago, I watched the waves on the shore of the East China Sea, and the heaven and earth returned to a line of understanding."

"On that day, I realized that I was not inferior to my master and Taoist ancestor in the realm, and reopened my inner world and outer world, but then I felt that heaven and earth were limited after all.

"But the realm still fell after all."

"After going down the mountain, I went to the place where I realized the Tao back then, looked at those waves and watched them for a long time, thinking about the realm of Dao Ancestor and Master, and finally figured it out."

"Land immortals? Heaven and earth, the realm of Feihong slush? ”

"What if you don't?"

The old man raised his head, flew straight into the triple heavens, and laughed loudly:

"I'm right here, and there is no Tao fruit, so why not preach the Tao with force."

"The realm of heaven and man is high."

"But I look at all the immortals in the sky, but the earth chicken and the dog, who can stop my punch?!"

"Tianlan, get up!"

A sackcloth flew into the sky, raised his hand to stir up the wind and clouds, and everyone was stunned, the old man suddenly shouted Kunlun in his mouth, so the sky and the earth, heavy black clouds, boundless wilderness, no mouth spoke, heaven and earth naturally shouted in unison, Kunlun, Kunlun!

What is Kunlun?

One hundred and eighty years of invincible spring and autumn in the world.

The old man returned to the sky with one hand, and there were waves in the sky.

The tiger drum is full of wagers.

Heaven is a man.

Falling like hemp!

Mai in the sky and white hair killed immortals, and the voice of the earth god king became calm, and the sword in his hand pointed to the front, and said:

"We respect heaven and earth, how can we fear heaven and earth, and today people have committed crimes, and now, I ......"

"No, I, the final decision will be in your hands."

"My people, I ask you."

"I'm Daqin, what is my Huaxia Iron Law?!"

On the Western Regions Protectorate, the general with a broken arm roared angrily, and then people from all over the world responded:

"Those who offend my frontier will be punished even if they are far away."

The Emperor took a deep breath, a look of madness in his eyes.

He spat out the four most arrogant and daring words of his life.

"Cutting the sky, huh?!"

This sentence sounded in everyone's ears, and the hearts of the people of Daqin almost stopped.

"Wind ......"

At first, it was just a low shout, and such a voice gradually converged into a roar of the whole world, Bailifeng's two-handed short spear pointed to the sky, the golden bell of Fufeng County City continued to vibrate, and the soft language of Wu Nong in the south of the Yangtze River and the dry and hard tone of the north were so harmonious, and the sound was mixed with the roar of knives and swords, mixed with the smell of blood.

"Wind!"

"Wind!"

"Gale!"

Three thousand years later, the rhythm of the dragon veins visible to the naked eye was once again formed, and one after another invisible qi rushed into the sky, turning into scales, and finally appeared in front of the people in the heavens, which was only in the classics.

The dragon is groaning.

The sword in the emperor's hand fell to the ground, and he raised his head and shouted angrily:

"Where is the Seventy-two Pillars of My Great Qin!!

The voice came from afar, dead silence.

And there was a magnificent response here, resounding throughout the earth.

"Minister, here!"

The scarlet satin hanging from the eaves of the hundred-storied pagoda of Fufeng City danced wildly, as fierce as fire.

The unkempt Fu Mozi stood at the top of the tower, arms outstretched.

"Master, our Mo family is not attacking, but why do you want to enter Qin? Do you want to help Qin dominate the world? ”

The old man in memory smiled and said:

"For the sake of loving the world."

Fu Mo didn't understand it at that time, and after he understood, he never left the school palace.

He cried and laughed, and the unkempt old man spread his arms, glared at the sky, and roared:

"God, look down!"

"The Mo family has been here for 500 years!"

"Fufeng, get up!"

Seventy-two counties and hundreds of floors underground, generation after generation of Qin Mo giants began to turn.

Seventy-two organs draw down the dragon veins of the earth, and connect upwards to the huge qi machine that can be called the king of men.

In the dark night, the lights are brightening.

Zhou Fengyue, whose heart was pierced but still alive, supported the Taishan stone carving, and the old man with his hands covered with blood heard the loud cry, and he was already in tears, he finally struggled to get up, sorted out his clothes, and then knelt down heavily in the direction of the world, and the old funny head kowtowed heavily, and whispered hoarsely.

"Sinner Zhou Fengyue, send me the Great Qin Pillar Kingdom!"

He knelt on the ground, facing the world, burst into tears, and took the initiative to cut off his breath.

In the end, the old and dirty face was actually a look of satisfaction.

“…… Minister, there are no more regrets. ”

Qin collected the world's divine soldiers and cast them as the seventy-two pillars.

Seventy-two divine weapons shattered at the same time.

With the last breath of Zhou Fengyue, who was still breathing, was extinguished.

The black as deep as the night, at the cost of the shattering of the divine soldiers, the qi of the Gundam Grandmaster, like the smoke of the beacon fire, lit up one by one, connected by the dragon qi, rising into the sky and illuminating the night.

It was as if the stars were rising from the ground, and with the connection between the leylines of the seventy-two counties and towns and the imperial qi, the seventy-two figures rose into the sky, accompanied by the chains of the qi that were visible to the naked eye.

Eventually, a path to the sky was formed.

The seventy-two county leylines are nodes, covering the entire world's formation.

This is the painstaking effort of the most outstanding disciples of the Oriental Family in the past 500 years, seventy-two nodes, with the mountains and rivers and the leylines as the calculation of the heavenly machine.

The layout of the leader of the contemporary yin-yang family.

The courage and sacrifice of three of the world's top strategists.

The trust of two generations of heroes in the world.

After five hundred years of Great Qin, decades of preparation, except for the people who walked on the earth, those celestials with a long lifespan could not imagine what supported such a huge plan that spread for hundreds of years. It wasn't until all those people died that the curtain was lifted.

The best of each generation will pass on the future to the next with trust.

Mountains and rivers are the chips, and come to this big gamble.

"Only I am the mighty Qin, like the sun rising!"

"Cutting the sky, but ?!!"

PS: Today's update presents......... Seven thousand six hundred words

Allow me to take one last time off, which is the 27th to sort out my thoughts.

The final storyline is deduced ~ (fist holding)