There is the sound of bells ringing, sacred and condensed, vast and solemn, like a resounding in people's hearts.

At the sound of this bell, the silent Xianyang boiled, and the golden fire cavalry opened the way, leading to the new giant structure outside the palace, the Ascending Terrace.

It's been a long time since there's been such a scene.

The Golden Fire Cavalry cleared all the places they passed, and the luxurious chariot stepped step by step to the platform under the arch of a famous man.

Ying Zheng was dressed in an imperial robe, wearing a crown on his head, and hanging the sword of the Son of Heaven at his waist, with a majestic and deep expression, sitting upright in the emperor's chariot.

Take in everything on both sides of the road.

As the Son of Heaven, he is trapped in the deep palace year after year, and the world sees the brocade clothes and jade food, but he can't see the frightening step by step, and if he wants to wear the crown, he must first bear its weight, which is both power and shackles.

The bell rang to open the way, the iron horse guarded the side, and hundreds of people flocked to it.

In just a few moments, we have reached the rooftop.

Ying Zheng is down, and hundreds of officials are already waiting here.

Since the appearance of the fairyland in the sky, this platform has really been taken seriously, and it can be said that it is the closest to the fairyland, almost within reach.

Those who have a fast brain are already thinking about the relationship between Yingzheng and the fairyland, why such a high platform can be built before the fairyland comes, and the results are naturally a little shocking, some people have already guessed that maybe the relationship between Yingzheng and the fairyland is not ordinary, and even knew the news of the fairyland in advance.

The midday sun should have been blazing, but a fairyland in the sky divided the heavens and the earth in two, blocking the sunlight and shining a soft white light on Xianyang.

Ying Zheng looked back at the vast sea of people behind him, his face was majestic, and the spirit of the Son of Heaven was in shape, although it was ethereal, but when he faced it, it was so shocking.

It was so convincing that I didn't dare to look at it, and my heart couldn't help but rise with admiration.

The long staircase paved with bluestone, carved by the master, is a wisp of moire, and none of them are the same.

Named Qingyun Road.

Ying Zheng's body was as straight as a sword, stepped on the steps, looked up at the mysterious place at the top, took a deep breath, and stepped forward firmly.

His back has attracted the attention of countless people.

These eyes have different colors in them.

Suddenly, a sharp small sword pierced the air, and with a fierce killing intent, it hit the heart of Ying Zheng's back.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

Meng Tian shouted, even if he defended layer by layer, it was still difficult to completely eliminate the assassination.

The swordsman flashed up, and was about to stop the small sword, but he was pressed hard by the unprovoked force of the void, and he couldn't move in place.

The little sword was about to hit when he saw it.

Yingzheng was still unmoved, as if he had not heard of it.

Wisps of ripples rippled in the void, and the small sword trembled, as if it had received a surging force, shooting out at a speed invisible to the naked eye in an instant.

"Poof!"

A man fell to the ground, his face full of disbelief.

There was silence, and no one knew what was going on.

Ying Zheng is still in no hurry.

But it didn't take long for him to reach the top of the high platform.

The wind was ringing in his ears, his robe was dancing with the wind, he looked down, and the entire Xianyang was unobstructed, and there was a cloud sky overhead.

This situation makes people's hearts stir endlessly, and they are full of pride.

Countless people looked up at his figure, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He took out a small jade platform, and the Spirit Realm Heavenly Sphere above his head enveloped him, incorporating the top of the climbing platform.

A cloud stretched down in the void.

Within the Heavenly Sphere of the Spirit Realm, the sea of clouds churned endlessly, but the heavy clouds gradually dispersed, and the fairy palaces hidden in the bright divine light fluttered and fell into everyone's sight.

Such an incredible scene, in this era of respecting ghosts and gods, is not shocking, even if this scene appears two thousand years later, it will attract countless people to worship, let alone now.

"Immortal, immortal!"

Under the high platform, countless people fell to the ground and shouted immortals.

Ying Zheng stepped out of the high platform, and in the horrified eyes of countless people, an auspicious cloud appeared under his feet to support his figure.

In disbelief, shocked eyes converged.

Ying Zheng was unmoved, and threw out the small jade platform and fell into the void.

The small jade platform changed rapidly, turning into a divine platform with a golden brilliance in a square circle of several zhang, and steadily falling into the void.

The sword of the Son of Heaven was unsheathed, Ying Zheng held the sword and cut through the palm, and a trace of blood dripped but was attracted to the jade platform in the air.

Blood-colored veins appeared on the surface of the jade platform, like a big dragon.

Ying Zheng's face turned slightly pale.

The eyes are extremely sharp, and when he stepped on it, Dianjiangtai officially launched the binding.

No one knows the changes that happened, and the luck cause and effect carried by Ying Zheng and the national fortune of the great Qin State were instantly condensed and formed.

Transform into a black dragon.

"Groaning ......"

Strange voices resounded throughout the world.

A hundred-zhang divine dragon appeared in the void, with scales and armor, and its five claws were as sharp as a sword.

The old Qin, standing by war, the national fortune is angry, and he is good at killing.

The black dragon's eyes were majestic and fierce, and the dragon's body was coiled around the Dianjiangtai and flew slowly.

From time to time, his eyes looked down, and the power of God was like a prison, which ordinary people could resist.

This scene constantly challenges people's cognition, Ying Zheng's back is high and out of reach, and the anti-Qin people who witnessed this scene below are filled with despair.

But suddenly, Yingzheng's voice sounded.

The infinite majesty resounded in the void, like a mountain smashing into people's hearts, making people's hearts tremble.

"I want to establish the Heavenly Court."

Heaven and earth boiled in an instant.

Lin Bai in the World Tower suddenly opened his eyes, and his origin had begun to change.