The ancient bricks and tiles shone with a faint blue light, and the rain and dew swirled around the eaves.

The warm spring breeze lifted the petals fluttering in the distance, and at dusk, the prince raised his head, and the chess pieces in his hand quietly fell on the chessboard, jingling.

His deep eyes stared at the figure coming from the dusk, the prince was expressionless, and said lightly: "You're back?"

The sun is waning, and Yingzheng's figure looks so tall and majestic under the background of the sunset.

"This is not like you, the Fusu of the past was not so rude!" Ying Zheng said lightly, looking at the chessboard in front of the prince without a trace.

"In the past, you would not use your own son as a chess piece!" the prince countered, but his gaze instantly froze, becoming extremely fierce, staring straight at Ying Zheng's right hand, there, the bright silver light flickered, and faintly, the prince saw a round of floating silver moon phantom, in this silver moon phantom, he felt a familiar breath, this is the breath of the five generations.

"What's that?" The prince got up, although his slender and upright figure was not as oppressive as Yingzheng, but it had a sharp edge that could not be ignored.

"Compensation for you!" Ying Zheng said lightly, his right hand casually swaying towards the void.

I saw the sky at dusk, the wind swept the clouds, the sky was dark, and the cold moonlight tore open the void of heaven and earth, condensed in the sky, and formed a round of silver moon.

This round of silver moon gives people a sense of vastness, and within it, endless coercion is condensed.

Ying Zheng's right hand was facing this round of Silver Moon, staring at Silver Moon with unwavering eyes, and said lightly: "Moon God Seal!"

The prince's pupils shrank suddenly, and Gu Jing Wubo's face no longer had the same calmness as before, replaced by endless anger, "You killed him!"

Endless snow flakes fell in the sky, and in an instant, the entire courtyard was transformed into a world of ice and snow. The cold wind blew the intent of slaughter.

"There are no more five generations of moon gods in this world!" Ying Zhengruo stared at the prince meaningfully, and said lightly: "You will become the sixth generation of moon gods!"

"The sixth generation of the moon god?" the prince laughed miserably, but his expression was a little crazy: "That's why you killed him?"

"Seize the Moon God Seal, let me become the sixth generation of the Martial God, rule the Martial God, and submit to the Qin State, right?"

The prince's voice became a little self-deprecating: "I have never understood why you want to borrow the hands of Zhuzun and Hu Hai and others to let me reincarnate in the Martial God." At this time, I understood!"

"Heh, I take heaven and earth as chess, Tiangang Wanling and Martial God Wanling as my son, and play the world, in the end it is just a chess piece in your hand, should I mock my ignorance and arrogance, or admire your foresight!"

Jian frowned slightly, and Ying Zheng looked at this expression and smiled sadly. The prince who was so angry that he couldn't find the shadow of the past in the prince for thousands of years, "You have changed!"

"It's not that I've changed. It's the world that has changed!" The prince stretched out his hand to hold the falling snowflakes, and the coldness of the snowflakes was just like his heart, "Is the emperor's hegemony really that important?"

Looking directly at Yingzheng, the prince said in a cold tone: "Dominate the United States." Is it worth it to bury countless living beings?"

"There's nothing worth it!" Ying Zheng walked forward, his pace extremely slow. With each step, the wind and snow around him rolled upside down.

Looking at the chessboard, Ying Zheng sat down, retracted his edge, like a sharp sword hidden in the scabbard, staring at the criss-crossing black and white chess pieces, Ying Zheng made a random move, and this one decided the outcome of this chess game, "I know, you hate killing, but Fusu, in this world, before the era of turning swords into ploughshares, is destined to be dark and bloody!"

"Whether it is Tiangang or the martial god, throughout the ages, there has been constant turmoil, wars have broken out, and the world is miserable, don't I see it in my eyes!" Ying Zheng said lightly, with a wave of his sleeves, he saw that on the entire chessboard, the sound of Jin Ge's iron horse rose to the sky, and a picture rotated, these pictures were a picture of the deputy army fighting, followed by the picture after the war, the wife and daughter waiting at the city gate, the white-haired old woman waiting at home, and the orphan who was displaced......

Quietly watching this scene, the prince stopped talking.

Ying Zheng said in a deep voice: "Not long after the hard war in the world, countless soldiers have been buried on the battlefield for a long time in order to make meritorious contributions, and countless families have been shattered, how can I not see it!"

"Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer!"

"To end this turbulent era, there is only one unity, and the world is unified!"

"Once the world is governed, one law punishes the world!" Ying Zheng's voice was loud and loud, like a bell, deafening, but his eyes were blazing, revealing endless wisdom: "The world acts according to law, no one is noble or low, one and the same law!"

Standing up, Ying Zheng looked up at the dim sky, the afterglow of the setting sun dissipated, and the stars hung in the sky.

Pointing to this starry sky, Yingzheng said domineeringly: "I want, where the battle flag of my Qin State is planted, it is all Qin land, whether it is a martial god or a Tiangang creature, they are all the people of Great Qin, and the country has no affiliation, and they are all citizens!"

"This emperor is not an ancient sage, has no sage heart, no sage virtue, but, this emperor has devoted his life, just to unify the universe, stop the war of the world, do not seek to take the world all the souls of the detachment, only wish, the world is all Qin, all the world's spirits, all are Qin people!"

"I only wish that the Qin people in the world will be like dragons and immortal!"

"I know, you hate killing, become the sixth generation of the moon god, I believe that with your ability, it is not difficult to dominate the martial gods, and when you become the lord of the martial gods, the position of the Qin Emperor will belong to you!" Looking at the prince who was silent, Ying Zheng held his right hand slightly, and the silver moon phantom condensed in the sky gradually turned into nothingness, turning into flowing silver light and condensing towards Ying Zheng's right palm.

"If you think about it, go to Xianyang Palace to find me!" Ying Zheng turned around and walked out of the courtyard, the tall figure disappeared at the end of the wind and snow, he was like a giant in the dark, wanting to tear open a dawn for this dark world.

In front of the courtiers, in front of the princes, Yingzheng is a high-ranking emperor, revealing an incomparable majesty in his gestures, and in front of the crown prince, Yingzheng is more like a strict father, from beginning to end, he calls himself me, not the emperor, or the deity.

The wind blew up the snow all over the ground, the prince stood quietly in place, Yingzheng's voice in his mind, for a long time, "The world is all Qin, everyone in the world is Qin, war with the most gentle words to package it becomes the kindest justice, but it can't hide the essence of war, Tiangang has Tiangang's pride, the martial god has the martial god's own dignity, the hatred brought by the war will never dissipate, but will remain in the depths of their souls, and these hatreds will explode one day!"

"Father, no matter how big Afang Palace is, Qin, it is still not far away, no matter how big the dragon chair is, it is still difficult to cover the sky with hands!"

The aftermath of the prince echoed in the courtyard, swaying weakly in the wind and snow.

"That's why I made you the sixth generation of the moon god!" In the Xianyang Palace, Ying Zheng sat on the dragon chair, his expression solemn, like a god who was high up and dominated the heavens and the earth, his lips moved slightly, and his low and powerful voice echoed out, falling towards the courtyard with the wind.

Outside Xianyang Palace, Meng Tian looked at Xianyang Palace with complicated eyes, as if he saw the figure like a high mountain, and muttered: "The way of unification, is this the way that the king walks?"

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Qi country!

The night wind roared, and the battle flags fluttered.

Ye Wushuang stood on the towering chariot, his eyes with inexplicable grief, looking in the direction where Zhao Guo was.

"Prime Minister!" several lieutenants whispered behind him, but Ye Wushuang didn't hear it, as if he had lost his mind.

It wasn't until a few moments later, after the figure of the fire qilin appeared at the end of heaven and earth, that Ye Wuliang came back to his senses, and his tone trembled with a hint of trembling: "What about the family master?"

"The breath is completely gone!" After a few breaths, the fire qilin appeared on the chariot, and his tone was extremely heavy, "There was a shocking battle in the sky above the giant deer of Zhao Kingdom, where is his sword intent, but there is no his breath!"

"Peerless boy, withdraw the army!" At this moment, the fire qilin seemed to be dozens of years old.

"Qi Zun, Chu Zun, Yan Zun, Ying Zheng and others have reappeared, Tiangang is not a place to stay for a long time!" the fire qilin clenched his hands and gurgled, and a feeling of depression and heaviness spread in his heart.

"What about the three generations?" Ye Wushuang was a little distracted.

"Look for that kid, according to the speculation of the three generations, that kid should be besieged by the Venerables!" The Fire Qilin's eyes were cold to the bone, bloodshot, and at this moment, endless killing intent surged out of him, turning into a storm and stirring up the wind and clouds. (To be continued......)