Tarzan.

Located in the Central Plains, the world is in the heart.

Its mountains, its heights, its absolutes, its dangers, its evil.

Later generations once wrote a poem: "Mount Tai Saga's summer clouds are here, and it is suspected that the white waves are rising in the East China Sea."

Confucianism wanted to rely on the ethereal providence to limit the actions of the emperor and form a sanction against the supreme imperial power.

Qin Shi Huang insisted on splitting the mountain and cutting the road, and built the soil to seal the altar and set up a stone inscription here. It is no less than directly pulling down the word "three kings" on their heads, and by the way, they kicked their "ancestors".

On the top of the cloudy mountain, there is an occasional eagle chirping to curb the clouds.

When you first climb to the top of Tai, everyone feels the majesty and mystery of Mount Tai, as well as the insignificance and powerlessness of being a mortal.

The Confucian scholars were surrounded by the guards, and in order to participate in the Zen ceremony, they climbed up desperately, and they ended up with mud and embarrassment, and they almost gave up their lives here.

That's it.

They can still hold on to their breath and scold what Ying Zheng has done, even if they are gagged, it does not prevent their angry eyes.

"Mmmm......mm

The mountain ghosts were idle, and sneered at them: "Tut-tut, it's really pitiful, you shout for help, see which one will save you?"

He also supported his two long legs, and occasionally took the branches to stimulate it, and when he saw the Confucian students excited about it, he lost his mouth again, "Do you know why Your Majesty wants to take you up the mountain?"

Confucian scholars: "Hmm! Not! Hmm!"

If the eyes could kill, this group of Confucian students would have stinking corpses long ago.

"Then do you know what posturing is, and what it means to be indiscriminate?"

The mountain ghost said slowly, "One by one, the books are read in, and they are all on the tongue, and they don't enter the brain at all."

The guards on the side felt embarrassed when they heard this.

At this time, a few officials stood up to dissuade him from saying less, "Wizard, enough is enough, the altar has been sealed, come over and prepare to cast a spell."

The mountain ghost squinted his eyes, swept the red hair that was blown around by the wind, and smiled indifferently: "What is enough, why doesn't Your Majesty let the mountain ghosts say less, this group of people dare to accuse Your Majesty of breaking ground, disturbing the gods, and oppressing Your Majesty with the three kings of Xia, Zhou, and Shang, why don't you say more?"

The officials choked in unison: "..........."

Your Majesty is angry, Your Majesty will detain it, you should fight and kill, how can it be their turn to speak.

The mountain ghost yawned lazily to himself, but ignored them.

In the huge wind awning, Li Si is holding a knife and walking on the boulder, stroke by stroke, the structure is symmetrical, and the square regular script will flow forever.

The surrounding officials all praised his font endlessly, "Divine product, really divine product!"

"Paintings are like iron and stone, and words are like flying!"

"The backbone is abundant, and the radius is wonderful! Wonderful!"

"It's really enough to start a sect, no, no, no, the world can't do it."

As countless powders were blown away by the wind, this standing stone monument finally came out.

Li Si naturally heard the thick lips and thin tongue of the mountain ghost outside, but His Majesty didn't speak, and the prime minister, who was so smooth that he used a turtle shell as a quilt cover, naturally wouldn't intervene much.

After the engraving, he said to Ying Zheng, "Please Your Majesty, please be lucky."

Ying Zheng narrowed his narrow eyes slightly: "At the beginning of the merger of the world, I didn't accept it..... Transform into infinity, obey the edict, and bear the precepts forever, good! The prime minister is highly talented, and he is unbeatable!"

Li Si breathed a sigh of relief: "Pray to the heavens with this monument, repay the merits of heaven and earth, the gods will definitely look down, and Your Majesty will also inherit the blessings of the heavens, and Daqin will prosper day by day, and it will continue from generation to generation."

"Gift."

Ying Zheng's words are concise and to the point.

"Yes! Yes!"

The round platform square altar symbolizes the round heaven and the earth, and Mount Tai is in the Central Plains, and it is the place of the sunrise in the east, and it is best to worship the sky here. The mountain ghost jumped around the altar with his legs in his hands, and his mouth was whining.

Ying Zheng was surrounded in the middle, with Mount Tai at his feet and the sky above his head, and the ministers prostrate under him.

The human emperor was dressed in a black crown, wearing a heavenly official, with deep eyes and thin lips, and his clothes were embroidered with the galloping yellow dragon ornament to set off his majesty to the extreme.

The vigorous physique can hardly even tie the golden belt.

The other large, bony hand held the Peerless Imperial Sword.

The mountain ghost clapped his hands, his legs were crossed, and his lips were opened: "Woo Woo Woo Mu Mu Mud."

The sea of clouds on Mount Tai stood still for a moment at this time, and when Yingzheng looked up at the sky, a wind rose, winding around the man's broken hair.

And then in an instant.

"Woo woo mud mud."

"Ying Zheng!"

This earth-shattering rebuke was like a bell falling from the sky, penetrating into the bones. The ministers were terrified in their hearts, and their goosebumps rose again and again, and they crawled to the ground on their knees, and they almost stopped breathing.

Ying Zheng looked up at the sky, his wide sleeves agitated in the wind, and his whole body exuded suffocating prohibitions and suppression.

"You are the descendant of Pangu, the Emperor of the Earth, and the Emperor of the Three Emperors. Now you have achieved your eternal hegemony, carved stones and made meritorious contributions between heaven and earth."

It's a mountain ghost.

The mountain ghosts have been transformed into their original forms in the clouds.

His body was huge, almost standing side by side with Mount Tai, his hair was scrawled like cinnabar to his bare chest, his eyes were shining red, his fangs were strung with copper coins to expose his big mouth, and his big palms were as big as a pavilion, "Yingzheng, can you ask for immortality?"

The Ying Zheng Office is in the altar.

The white clouds and smoke inadvertently rolled up like rolling white waves, blurring his handsome eyebrows and eyes, and also shrouded the peaks of Mount Tai, and the ministers were white as far as they could see, until the voice was far away and blurred.

I only looked up and saw a falcon's feathers fluttering down.

The gimbal slowly rises.

Even with Yingzheng's figure, he climbed higher and higher, and he almost wanted to stand with the sky, but his momentum was not inferior at all.

"Mortals only live for a hundred years, and time passes in an instant, just like twisting a finger, Yingzheng, don't you want to sit on your great Qin country forever?"

The mountain ghost stared at Yingzheng with a single weird red eye: "I am a mountain ghost, blessed by the party, sacrificed by the Chu people for thousands of years, as long as you sincerely respect me, I will definitely be able to entrust you to the way of eternal life."

Unexpectedly, he sneered: "Sacrificed by the Chu people for thousands of years, blessed one side, the Chu people were killed by me and lost their souls, sneer, it's up to you?"

「...... How dare you be so arrogant with a mere mortal body!."

The mountain ghost was angry, and slapped it with one palm, and the cloud platform was like a clump and cracked snow falling down, the mountain shook and the ground cracked, and the cloud grazed Yingzheng's cheek, drawing a bloodthirsty arc.

The abyss.

Yingzheng fell uncontrollably.

At the end of the day, a fox shadow swept by, bursting out with a red strong light, and Yingzheng landed smoothly, the altar was still in place, but the ministers below were blurred by the clouds and could not see the edge.

After Bai Tao let go, he glanced back at the mountain ghost, and the tail of his eyes outlined a natural and charming arc, "You must know where Brother Elder is."

It's not a doubt, it's a yes.

"You really came out, that old fox is scheming the world, and he will come here to die with royal spirit." The mountain ghost laughed, "After being busy for so long, here, in this holy land closest to heaven, all he sees is making clothes for others."

Bai Tao pursed her lips, and the claws under the sleeves of her robe were already slightly sharp.

Unexpectedly, she was firmly encircled by a powerful crooked arm, she looked up and saw Yingzheng's sharp jawline, he lowered his cold brow and said, "Taotao, hide behind me."

"Huh?"

Eight big tails also need to be protected?

Bai Tao involuntarily obeyed, hiding behind him and blinking in a daze.

Time.

I can't tell which one is a mortal and which one is a goblin. The wind was still rolling up the clouds, and the mountain ghost raised the corners of his lips and snapped his fingers.

Instantly, chaotic black qi spat out from his fingertips, and the cloud of smoke turned thick in the blink of an eye

Ink.

Clouded.

The black mist hung in the air, and the boxy shroud buckled.

In the chaotic death, his red eyes revealed a fierce face: "Yingzheng, you dare to lead this rolling long swind, step on this wave and wind, and look at this world where the struggle never stops, all because of the desire for unification, I will entrust you to the way of immortality."

As soon as the words fell.

Mount Tai and thousands of trees fell down, and instantly threw out thousands of vines, like thousands of twisted green snakes spitting out cores and going straight towards Yingzheng and Bai Tao.

"Brush, brush, brush—"

The sleeves are rolled upside down, revealing the facial features carved by Yingzheng's knife.

With a movement of his wrist, the human emperor who burst out with a heroic righteousness was pulled out, and the demon vine was cut off by Qi before he even had time to retreat.

"Back in time."

The mountain ghost looked through the void at the one emperor and one fox demon below, and this sentence came out from the tip of his tongue, and it dragged on for a long time, so long that he had passed a move and a style with himself, and returned to the slow time of a thousand years ago.

What was the time of a thousand years ago, and what kind of mortal was a mortal?

"Brush, brush, brush—"

The vine severance that was cut off by the human emperor all grew back in an instant, and he fought to the death and raised the strangulation to Yingzheng's shoulder and neck, the spikes pierced in again and again, and a series of blood beads fell, and the pain and fear in the center of the white peach mouth had not had time to overflow.

Ying Zheng's pupils were still thick black, pursing his emotionless lips, he clasped her waist with one hand, jumped by stepping on the thick vine, and even gently comforted his wife in his arms, "Hold me tight."

"Brush-" "Brush-"

The vines behind them were intertwined with each other because they rushed too fast, and the tighter they became more and more entangled, and they couldn't be separated.

The white peach pupils have been covered with the green on the rendering, hugging his strong waist, secretly using demonic power to help.

They volleyed through the black mist.

Ying Zheng held the sword of the human emperor, faintly exuding a golden light that defied heaven and earth, but this chaos was dispersed by the vigorous domineering spirit he exuded, "One family, the army will not rise, the head of the Qian, the leader of the Qian, and the benefit of Ze will last for a long time!" How can it be sinful to rule the world?"

"Truly."

The mountain ghost's throat gushed out the laughter of beasts, "Yingzheng, you rule the world, but you just satisfy the greed of your supreme hegemony."

He also said with compassion, "There is no greater sin than lust, and no misfortune is greater than not being satisfied."

"Yingzheng, you are guilty, why don't you kneel and pray for mercy?!"

The vines were entangled in an aerial cage, in all directions, and the unavoidable slowly wrapped Yingzheng white peach, the mountain ghost closed his eyes, and there was a faint flow of compassion and peace on his alien face, "Time goes back."

Go back in time!

With his earth-shattering words, the chaotic black gas quickly dissipated, the stars moved endlessly, the sun and the moon kept receding and changing like a shuttle, Mount Tai and ten thousand trees instantly faded and yellowed, and the leaves quickly shrouded its cover like a carpet.

Winter, Autumn, Summer, Spring.

A year ago, two years ago, three years ago..... Ten years ago............

The new is dying, and the dead are being reborn!

The mountain ghost folded his hands reverently, and the cover of madness in his eyes was also hidden, and said, "When the mountain ghost was still a mountain god, he was in charge of the wind and rain, and at that time, the greatest wish of mortals was just to cover their bodies with clothes, to eat to wrap their stomachs, and to pray that the desire to pray was as simple as hunting one more wild boar."

"Later, as the years passed, they went out of the mountains and forests, they dressed exquisitely, their food flourished, their desires grew, and they raised butcher's knives against their kind for power, reproduction, and territory, and never stopped."

"It's pitiful, they're all ghosts of the mountain watching the children who walked out of the mountain, what if..... They never got out of the mountain."

"Everything is zero, have you asked all the people of the world?!"

The cage was annihilated like green smoke, and fragments burst out.

Ying Zheng held the sword of the human emperor and killed, and the regression of time made his appearance return to youth, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and Xuan Ang. If time were to be rewind a few decades, he might be a puddle of blood

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Bai Tao was in his arms, gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you want to go back in time, and the civilization will turn into powder, have you asked these people who have exhausted their efforts one after another!"

The expression of the mountain ghost is like that of a sentient being with ill-fated fate: "Zi Fei Fish."

He curled his eyes and looked directly at Yingzheng, "You are not a child of the gods, you are a traitor to all beings."

The four seasons and the sea are still regressing, and the mountain ghosts have exhausted their chaotic power and have begun to slowly absorb the power of the human emperor.

Next, whose turn will it be to sacrifice the next stage of power?

The mountain ghosts themselves.

And Brother.

Bai Tao lowered her wrist, and the weight of the mountain ghost on her wrist to spend money clearly told her.

Her instincts told her too.

Whatever the purpose.

When the mountain ghost was a wizard of the Qin Kingdom, he gave his mansion to the beggar to shelter from the wind and rain, he had a benevolent heart, he also pitied her, he regarded every living creature on the mountain as his own child, he had such a desolate power.

He also sees through the red dust and tastes the poison of people's hearts, but he is ridiculously still persistently in love with this mortal world, unwilling to abandon the door of right and wrong.

Therefore, the mountain ghosts do not want to be sealed to the gods.

She clutched the mountain ghost hair in her palm.

- "No matter how much cultivation you do, as long as you take the fur of the monster, make a pen to burn ashes into ink, draw the name of the monster on the talisman, and paste it on the Jiuli pot, you will use a side of heaven and earth to imprison it, and you will be punished!"

The white peach apricot eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

Kill when you deserve it! When it is broken, it is broken!

The hair in her hand burned into a charm, and then stuck to the Human Emperor's sword, urging the demonic power to its peak: "Kill!"

Heart-to-heart tacit understanding, Ying Zheng hugged her waist and shot away in mid-air, almost crushing the shrouded above, the human emperor's sword was slowly wrapped with golden threads, and the aura kept crackling and accumulating.

"Crackle."

A sword swing down.

As if pouring from the sky, the sword qi spanned 30,000 miles.

The mountain ghost's blood-red eyes did not fluctuate, this was a compromise of both victory and defeat: "After waiting for a long time, I didn't see the old fox, it turned out that you used the Jiuli pot to imprison this heaven and earth, just waiting for me to enter the game." What a ruthless scheme."

The sword aura tore him apart.

The mountain ghost, which was as high as the sky and the same as the earth, fell suddenly, and when it fell, there was still sadness and sadness in the eyes of the mountain ghost: "What a pity, these children.... Even.... I can't get rid of it anymore.....