Qin Yang stood on the side, looking at the scene in front of him, his breathing subconsciously became a little shorter.

With a wave of his hand, he erased the "inscriptions" left by monarchs and princes for two thousand years, which is a mysterious and mysterious stroke, beyond the level of traditional power attributes.

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

"Then the division and brigade are revived, and there is no way to kill, and they are destroyed for the reverse. Wu Fu is violent and rebellious, Wen Fu is not guilty, and he is obedient......

...... Men enjoy their domains, women cultivate their careers, and everything is orderly. Hui was all produced, and he came to the field for a long time, so he was not disturbed.

The ministers recited the martyr, please engrave this stone and hang the etiquette. ”

The life exploits of the First Emperor are depicted in the "Jieshi Gate Ci", and now, these words seem to have come to life and begin to tremble and twist, and vaguely, it seems that you can see the figure of the man when he came here more than 2,000 years ago to look at the vast sea.

"Unfilial son Fusu, please listen to your father!"

Xie Yu opened his hands, bowed and knelt down, and for a while, 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 person in front of him was the eldest prince of the Qin State back then?

Qin Yang felt that this was like a big joke, but who was so bored as to run in front of him and make such a joke?

To be able to hide so well in front of himself and make such a big move, at least he is also the best among the high-level listeners, is he too bored to tease himself?

However, the great gift of Xie Qi did not seem to have the slightest response except for this gust of gloomy wind, and a bleak atmosphere began to permeate here.

Dust returns to dust, the former great empire, to this day, only the only traces of rubble remain, and even the war spirit stored in the terracotta warriors and horses has disappeared without a trace.

Xie Qi's face showed a look of melancholy, but there was not much sadness, his hands slowly spread on the ground, and with a gesture of indifference and determination, he raised his hands from the bottom to the top, as if he was holding up something that could not be seen or touched.

Slowly, cracks began to appear on Xie Yu's skin, and blood seeped out of the cracks, as if this body was about to collapse.

"Turning over the countryside is like a rotten Ke person", Qin Yang feels that this is what he is talking about, and isn't he just watching the immortals play chess at the moment?

There are too many unknowns, too many incomprehensions, but there is no way to solve the puzzles, so I can only stand by stupidly and watch all this happen.

And, as the self-proclaimed "Fusu" man in front of him gradually raised his hands, there were phantoms around him, and the real and the unreal began to intertwine endlessly.

The modern buildings near Jieshi Mountain began to slowly dissipate, replaced by a kind of desolation that seemed to return to ancient times, and in the distance, the pavilions and small buildings could be faintly seen, with a dreamlike misty feeling.

In the illusion, Qin Yang saw an old man wearing a long robe with white hair walking slowly, the old man was not wearing a Taoist robe, but it was very close to the style of a Taoist robe, and although he couldn't see the specific and clear appearance of the old man, the dusty aura exuded from his body made people not feel the slightest blasphemy.

Xie Yu's eyes were naturally open, and he watched the old man walk over slowly, his eyes revealing a kind of remembrance of seeing the old man, but the old man penetrated directly from his body.

he

Can't see yourself.

Even him,

Can't you see yourself?

Qin Yang saw that there seemed to be something 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, as if there was something black, like a coffin.

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

Qin Yang subconsciously took a few steps forward, he instinctively wanted to get more information, ordinary people also have curiosity, but for listeners, sometimes collecting this kind of information is already an instinct.

"What did my father tell you to take them with you in the first place...... Where did ............ go"

"Poof............

A wisp of blood immediately overflowed from the corner of Xie Yu's mouth,

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

Xie Yu staggered to his feet, covering his forehead with one hand.

I don't know why, Qin Yang sensed that the coercion that the person in front of him had been giving him seemed to have disappeared just now, and when this passenger of his own turned to face him, he immediately spoke:

"I remember, you're a relief!"

In the audience circle, there are actually a lot of people who know each other, especially when the strength goes up, everyone can basically nod their heads as the circle gets narrower and narrower, Qin Yang has been in contact with Xie Yu, and besides, the treatment of a boss around Xie Yu is also envious of many people.

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

Qin Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Contact the senior people who know the formation in the neighborhood and ask them all to come here............ Damn, you came up with it again, I'm going to show you who can refine whom!"

Xie Yu's eyes showed two completely different colors, as if he was fighting extremely fiercely, but his body seemed to have been drained of all his strength at this time, and he fell directly to the ground.

Qin Yang hesitated, but still carried Xie Yu down the mountain.

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

........................

"Gale, gale, gale, gale, gale, !!!!!!!!!!!"

The overwhelming whispering carried an overwhelming atmosphere of slaughter, and Su Bai, who was in the middle of the military formation, seemed to be in a molten place, and the surrounding atmosphere constantly stimulated his soul and forced him to integrate into this army.

This is no longer an army, but a war beast with a unified consciousness composed of individual soldiers, where all people's minds will be gathered, infected and forcibly held together.

A dragon chariot came slowly from the sky, and the emperors of later generations also learned from the first emperor to call himself the true dragon emperor, and his own carriage also became a dragon chariot, but what Su Bai saw at this time was a genuine five-clawed golden dragon acting as a horse and dragging the chariot forward, but this five-clawed golden dragon was filled with a dead air, and the dragon was no longer mighty.

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

The First Emperor...... Ancestral Dragon!

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

In an instant, all the sergeants in the audience knelt down on one knee together, shouting 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, so that Su Bai's body could no longer be controlled by himself and knelt down on one knee.

Now, Su Bai is in a state of confusion similar to a half-dream, but Su Bai feels that if he is completely awake but his body is here, he doesn't seem to have any capital to resist, this is a general trend, an extremely terrifying aura, or it can be said to be the power of the true dragon.

Zu Long stood above, his eyes scanning below, Su Bai wanted to look up at the First Emperor, curiosity, chasing stars, admiration, always had emotions, but Su Bai just couldn't raise his head.

Tens of thousands of tigers whose strength is equivalent to that of a high-level audience knelt in front of him, what kind of feeling was this, Su Bai didn't know, or even ...... I don't dare to think about it.

Next, there was silence for a long time, tens of thousands of tiger ben still knelt on one knee, and the ancestral dragon above did not speak, let alone let everyone stand up.

Su Bai's face was full of sweat, this majestic pressure and suffocation made him feel at a loss, Chen Ru had said that he could help Su Bai suppress the newly advanced sharpness, but compared with the current scene, Chen Ru's methods were completely unavailable on the stage, and he didn't need to fight at all, he had already been completely crushed by the general trend to completely crush his self-confidence and good feeling as a senior listener.

Silence...... Silence...... Silence...... Or is it silent............

Su Bai's breathing began to become more and more rapid, and that pressure began to constantly approach his critical point, he knew that once he couldn't support it, then the "state" he had entered with the Yin Soldier would collapse.

If this collapses, how can I talk to the fat monk Buddha later?

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

"Old Qin, go to the national disaster together!"

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

"Old Qin, go to the national disaster together!

No blood will be shed, no truce will be fought!"

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

The ancestral dragon's face was a little gloomy and a little painful, but he still took out a sword hanging on the outside of the dragon wheel and stabbed it at the five-clawed golden dragon at his feet.

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

It was like a rain of blood in the sky, dripping down on the soldiers below.

"Old Qin, go to the national disaster together!"

"Blood will not be shed, death will not be truce!"

At this moment, Su Bai found that the soldiers around him all stood up, and while shouting war songs, he raised his blade and stabbed it into the body of his comrades beside him.

The whole army array,

At this moment, it seems to have turned into a terrifying Shura field!

What the hell is going on!

A wisp of hot blood splashed on Su Bai's face, making Su Bai's vision scarlet because of this, but the crazy cannibalism around him was far from over!