Chapter 317: Today's China, Can It Still Be Unified?

Bai Qi is like a statue kneeling on one knee.

There is only one person who can make this Warring States Killing God so respectful.

That is the king of Qin!

The black dragon coffin is silent, two years ago the wind and frost erosion made the surface covered with a thick layer of dust, the dust has lines, it is a hideous black dragon on the surface of the coffin, this black dragon runs through the coffin from beginning to end, the so-called five-clawed golden dragon symbolizing the Son of Heaven in later generations is only the descendant of this black dragon.

Throughout the ages, since the fall of the Shang and Zhou emperors, the Zhou royal family proclaimed itself the Son of Heaven.

In the next 800 years, there will be no emperor for the human race, only the Son of Heaven.

But the first emperor of the ages regained the title of human emperor and went further.

The three emperors of merit and the five emperors of Degai, based on the three emperors and five emperors, surpassed the three emperors and five emperors, and pushed the dignity of the human race to the peak.

The black dragon coffin waited quietly and did not respond.

"General Bai Qi, please put the flesh and blood of the descendants of Great Qin on the surface of the coffin lid." Zhao Gao said.

Bai got up and waved his hand gently, the dust on the surface of the black dragon coffin dispersed, and an altar-like pattern appeared, he put Lin Xiao's tongue on it, and the bright blood flowed down the altar and quickly flowed to all corners of the coffin.

In an instant, the originally dead black dragon coffin seemed to be activated, and the black dragon carving on the surface of the coffin lid sounded with a dazzling light, accompanied by a large amount of mist gushing out from inside.

The mist rose into the sky, surrounding the underground palace, and the dead gray faces of Wang Qian, Meng Tian, Fusu and others who were touched by the mist gradually became ruddy, and the surface of the stiff body, and the blood vessels also had a color, like resuscitated blood reactivating the entire body.

"It worked!"

Bai Qi was happy in his heart and took two steps back.

The fog became more and more turbulent, and in an instant, the lid of the coffin was lifted.

The heavy coffin lid smashed to the ground, and the roar made Bai Qi kneel on one knee again.

This time, in front of Bai Qi, a pair of boots carved with a black dragon appeared.

Bai raised his eyes, his gaze moved upward, and he saw a familiar face gray with a hint of ruddy.

This face has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a delicate appearance, but it is full of majesty, domineering, dignity and other royal spirits, so that the pair of sword eyebrows looks like a pair of dragon eyebrows inlay.

The jewels hang down into the emperor's crown, and the first emperor Yingzheng is majestic and tall, although it is not as tall as Baiqi, but the imperial breath that is exuded invisibly makes him look like a high mountain, a towering mountain that Baiqi needs to look up to.

"See my emperor!"

Wang Jian has woken up, the last god of war in Great Qin.

"The last general will finally see my emperor again!!"

Meng Tian knelt on the ground with tears in his eyes with his weak body that had just woken up.

"Father, your eternal decision-making is admired and beyond the reach of your sons."

Childe Fusu bowed his hand with a pale face.

The huge black dragon flag was hung again, and in this underground palace that had gone through two thousand years of wind and frost, the ancient king from the Great Qin Empire moved the soles of his feet that had been dead for two thousand years, and the coffin behind him was full of bright flowers, which was incompatible with the black, solemn, and oppressive atmosphere of the coffin.

.......

Ground.

Drones of all media are hovering non-stop.

The live news was watched by a terrifying 100 million people!

Almost half of the people of the Great Xia Kingdom are paying attention to the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang twenty-four hours a day.

One can imagine how fierce the ideological impact of the people of the Great Xia Kingdom was when large chunks of the ground began to collapse, revealing endless underground palaces and countless terracotta warriors.

The on-site terracotta warriors and horses on the TV are burly, stubborn, and murderous.

Each terracotta warrior is moving, forming an orderly phalanx.

In the phalanx, countless huge black dragon flags fluttered.

"Terracotta Warriors...... The terracotta warriors turned out to be alive? ”

An old man with gray temples saw the terracotta warriors and horses on the TV, and was shocked on the spot to the point of having a cerebral hemorrhage, after all, he believed that the terracotta warriors and horses were clay statues all his life, and he also went to Lintong to see them with his own eyes, but now, the terracotta warriors and horses are all living things?

"Oh my god! The terracotta warriors are alive! ”

"Hahaha, sure enough! Sure enough, there are gods and ghosts in the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang! ”

Although the people of the Ghost God Sect were also shocked, they were all crazy.

The rational and wise mercury sect fell into a rare silence.

However, at this moment, a chariot pulled by eight war horses rushed out of the underground palace, and the oncoming horses roared, carrying the murderous aura of the rolling Warring States, and they could pounce in front of countless people through the TV.

"Whose carriage is this?"

"Eight war horses, the vehicle is huge, and there are nine favors on the left and right sides, this is the emperor system of the Great Qin Empire!"

"Could it be that it's ...... An Emperor of the Ages? ”

Scene.

See the black chariot rushing out of the underground palace.

Old Lin Cang was about to slowly kneel down to greet him, but Ru Shuai gently supported him.

"Teacher, today, there is no need to bow down, contemporary China is worthy of the ancestors of China." Confucian Shuai's voice could only be heard by Lao Lin Cang: "If Yingzheng is angry because of his narrow-mindedness, he will not be the first emperor who can sweep through the six countries and create a dynasty." ”

was supported by Ru Shuai, and Lao Lin Cang could only stand helplessly.

Bai Qi frowned slightly when he saw that Lao Lin Cang did not bow down to greet him as agreed, but he didn't say anything.

The hoarse Ma Ming stopped in front of Lao Lin Cang with a rolling murderous aura.

Through the curtain of the chariot, Lao Lin Cang could see a domineering and majestic face.

He didn't bow down, just bent down lightly, and arched his hand: "Lin Cang, the leader of Huaxia in the future, greet His Majesty the First Emperor of China." ”

This sentence, like an earth-shattering wave, quickly spread to all parts of the country along the drone lenses closely followed by major media.

"Holy! It's really the first emperor's reign! ”

"The capital of heaven has admitted, and it is the Emperor of the Ages!"

"Hahaha, the old ancestor is not dead, my old ancestor who swept the six countries is not dead!"

"Mercury Sect dogs, come out to greet your ancestors!"

"The Terracotta Warriors and Horses are fake, the First Emperor Yingzheng is still alive, the greatest wonder of the world!"

''Could it be that my Great Xia, is about to usher in the second peak of the ancestor sweeping Liuhe?'' ”

Tens of thousands of terracotta warriors and horses appeared in a phalanx, followed by the black chariot, and also stopped in front of Lao Lin Cang.

The whole empty field fell silent for a moment.

Although Lao Lin Cang's body is aging, his waist is extremely straight, and his eyes are impartial and looking straight at the emperor's face behind the curtain of the black chariot.

Finally, a palm full of cyan blood vessels slowly opened the curtain, and the first emperor Yingzheng showed his true face to the descendants of future generations, that delicate but domineering face, Gu Jing looked at Lao Lin Cang quietly without waves, and then asked a word.

"Today's China, can it still be unified?"