The long night in Xianyang was very dark, because it was lifeless, because the sky had no moon and no stars, only black clouds, because there were only two places in the huge city that were lit up.

The head of the castle and the main hall of the First Emperor. But like the night that falls into the abyss, it will also usher in the dawn.

The sun rises over the East China Sea, and the glow is shining, piercing the thick clouds. The light from the east should have been like a tide, bringing infinite light and a little warmth to Xianyang, which was already like a dead city.

But as far as the eye can see, at the line where heaven and earth are separated, countless black shadows reveal shadows in the sun, and each pair of shadows that may become indelible in the hearts of the people of Xianyang only bring cold sweat that climbs on the back.

It's a pity that there is no one in Xianyang at this time who can be called a people. Above the Xianyang Palace City, Lu Mingfei, who had just woken up from his dream, looked at the black dot the size of a grain of rice in the distance, and he couldn't stop shivering, who already knew what it meant.

"Are those really all Deadpool?" Lu Mingfei asked blankly, with a little tremor hidden in his tone, as well as the expectation of a negative answer.

"It's not." Chen Mo gave him the negation he wanted, and also wiped out the luck in his heart: "There is not only Deadpool, but also dragon blood subspecies, and even pure-blood dragon clans." He fiddled with the lantern that came out of the palace and asked without looking back.

"Are you scared?" Lu Mingfei laughed twice: "I have nothing to be afraid of, they didn't come for me." ”

"Yes, they're here for the Emperor, but the Emperor of the Ages won't start shivering before he sees Deadpool." Lu Mingfei was a little embarrassed, and wanted to say something to strengthen his courage, but then he was shivered by the cold wind blowing high in the palace city.

"Can he stop it alone?"

"Are you questioning our Emperor of Great Qin?" Chen Mo shook his head as if he was amused: "He is the emperor, not an invincible general, there is a saying in the "Historical Records": The son of a thousand gold does not sit in the hall, the son of a hundred gold does not ride the balance, the holy lord does not take advantage of the danger and is lucky, what he wants to stop is not those lowly scum." ”

"He was the first emperor of China, and he was also a brutal king, how many bones were buried under such a great miracle as the Great Wall? Meng Jiangnu's cry is still remembered by people thousands of years later. The hybrids who built the Mausoleum of the First Emperor were all killed by the Matrix of Operation, which is recorded in the canonical texts; As for the palace under our feet, I think you have remembered it clearly enough in school, and what Du Mu said in Afang Palace has also been passed down to the present. ”

"The Great Wall, the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, the Afang Palace, the supreme great cause is cast on the foundation of power and bones, our First Emperor has never been afraid to build that pedestal with his own hands, and create great deeds on it, he is such a human being." Chen Mo's fingers replaced the wick, playing with the tiny flames in his palm like a magician.

"Humans?"

"Yes," Chen Mo nodded slightly,

"Humans who tend to be dragons, there are many such characters in history, isn't it? Gaius Julius Caesar, Napoleon Bonaparte, they were both conquerors and emperors, they surpassed themselves, they surpassed the weak, they dominated mediocrity, they pursued everything in the will and power of life. ”

"The emperor is already the highest place in the world, but they will not be satisfied, they choose to expand their territory, to build buildings that have survived for thousands of years, and even to pursue immortality."

"Desire has no end, so many human beings choose to be satisfied to a minimum, to choose ascetic asceticism, and to see desire as a flood beast."

"They don't choose that, they choose to unleash their desires to the fullest, and use that as a driving force to climb upwards, to the heights that no one can see." Chen Mo raised his right hand, the flames rose in the air against the storm, and the small sun with a fierce and strong light rose out of thin air in his hand, illuminating the dense houses outside the palace city.

Lu Mingfei's Tong Kong shrank inward, although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, but the terrifying scene in front of him still made him tremble.

Yesterday there was nothing unusual in the daylight

"The people of Qin" were all densely standing in the roads extending in all directions at this time. Their eyes were tightly closed, and even the golden light in the child's hole would not leak the slightest, but there were

Under the light of the "blazing sun", those blue-black scales, the skin with excellent defense due to keratinization, the muscles and swollen limbs, the black and shiny claws, and the boiling and pulsating dragon blood dragon heart all explained this

The identity of the "fallen monster", although not out of the human form, but these

The dragon's blood in the bodies of the "common people" has completely overwhelmed the remaining human parts.

"Of course, the Xianyang of the First Emperor will have a city wall, a Great Wall built with the flesh and blood of his attendants." After the palace city, in the main hall, the emperor who was resting on the dragon chair woke up leisurely, looked at the skylight at the main entrance of the main hall, and took out the name

The sword of imperial power of "Tai'a" slowly walked out of the palace gate. Ying Zheng's fingers swiped lightly on the blade of the sword, and the blood flowed like an infusion, and the dark red blood dripped into the stone slab in front of the hall, and disappeared without leaving a trace.

The hideous Deadpools outside Xianyang Palace trembled slightly, as if a special change had happened to these monsters, and even a terrifying roar came from time to time, which was enough to stop the child's crying.

"That majesty is awakening dead souls." Chen Mo waved his hand in front of Lu Mingfei's eyes, signaling the student to concentrate on looking at the one in front of him

The miracle of the "living and dead". Lu Mingfei understood why Yang Huaizhou's face darkened because of that question.

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The "dead soul" probably comes from orthodoxy that is closely related to the dragon vein.

"The souls of the dead originally collapsed at the time of death, but in a place like the dragon vein, the First Emperor was able to save the souls of those who were about to die." Lu Mingfei's eyes became hollow, and he whispered: "The kingdom of the dead." Chen Mo nodded lightly: "This is the closest to the mythical Nibelungen I have ever seen, even the deceased can continue to live in it, and die again for the king on the battlefield." The Deadpools trembled more and more, and the originally low hoarse voices turned into roars, as if they were struggling under the restraints of the bull's head and horse face in front of the door of the underworld, until the trembling reached its maximum and suddenly calmed down, so a pair of fierce golden eyes slowly opened in the dawn.

In the east at dawn, a thunderous thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, which was shocking and deafening.

But this was only the first thunder, and the loud thunder exploded again, and the thunder became louder and denser, like a god beating a drum on a drum platform the size of heaven and earth, and the drum beat like a shower, and the drum was like a thunderstorm.

What's that? This question flashed through Lu Mingfei's mind for the first time. Chen Mo's expression also became serious, with a solemn look.

"That's a heartbeat." Lu Mingfei went to the ground on the spot, and lay on the ground at the head of the city with his limbs spread out.

One after another

The "horror story" hit Lu Mingfei's brain wave after wave, he was neither trembling nor afraid now, what happened had exceeded the upper limit of what he could feel shocked, in short, the person was numb, he simply spread his hands and lay down directly.

How can there be such a heartbeat in the world? What kind of creature would need such a heart for bodily functions?

How does a heart that beats so loudly is magically constructed? No one knows, and the only way to know is to cut open the beating heart with your own hands.

The search for truth is always fraught with despair. In a sense, Chen Mo, who is approaching the extreme of 'spirit', has not fully understood the structure of her soul until now, and at this time, the extreme of 'flesh and blood' has appeared in front of her again.

Although I have been building in my heart since I heard the word 'ancestral dragon', I still feel caught off guard until now.

The thunder is near. An army of Deadpools, subspecies, and dragons is also approaching. But compared to the terrifying existence that has not yet revealed its body,

The "small" army Chen Mo didn't bother to care. At the head of the palace wall, the front hall gate, Chen Mo and Ying Zheng stared at the eastern sky, the sun slowly rose among the mountains, higher and higher, but they couldn't see the source of the heavy thunder.

Where is the Ancestral Dragon Society hiding? Chen Mo gathered the big sleeves of his robe, and felt a trace of coolness for the first time.

Ying Zheng raised his sword and pointed it at the sky, Tai'a slashed the void, and a sword in the air tore apart the clouds, but he couldn't tear apart the dragon scales of the ancestral dragon.

The dark clouds covering Xianyang were cut in half by Tai'a, who was rushing into the sky, but the shadow on Xianyang's head was not only gone, but even thicker.

Even with the Qin Palace, which was more than three hundred miles long, the entire Xianyang was covered under the dragon body of the world-destroying black dragon behind the black clouds.

A body big enough to make any pure-blood dragonborn tremble. The clouds are messed up. From the gap where the sword light tore through, violent air currents surged high in the air, and a huge amount of air and the four major elements were sucked into the mouth of the black dragon, forming a huge vortex thousands of miles above.

Chen Mo lowered his head and said to Lu Mingfei, who was unfortunate enough to witness the true body of the black dragon even though he was lying on the ground, "Cover your ears." Lu Mingfei had a strong desire to survive and covered his ears with his head in his hands, Chen Mo's high-speed dragon chant was completed in an instant, and the invisible circular enchantment opened to protect the two of them.

The dragon roared. This decibel roar has become a kind of sonic weapon, at the foot of Miyagi, open your eyes

"Deadpool" was bleeding from both ears, and it was clear that the eardrum had been directly shattered. The wind swept across Xianyang in an instant.

With their king calling for slaughter, Deadpool, subspecies, and Dragonborn, who have gone mad with their blood, have turned into a torrent of black.

They ran and flew wildly, their sturdy deformed limbs drove their bodies quickly, and they accelerated desperately in their endeavors, they were already tormented by the fresh fragrance of dragon liver and phoenix marrow, the fetal blood of the ancestral dragon was the top food for them, if there was anything else in this world could compare, it was the blood of the original emperor.

In the madness, they trampled on each other, and the powerful limbs would even kick the body of their companions to move forward, and Deadpool, who was kicked on his body by limbs comparable to a battering ram, was drowned in the torrent, and was trampled into a puddle of blue, black, white and red sauce, and the passing Deadpool more or less gnawed on his companions in the madness

"Legacy", talk before the meal

"Sweets". They scrambled to rush towards the visible Xianyang, fascinated and terrified by the blood of the First Emperor, and were driven by instinct and the king to attack the other king, choosing to turn into corpses or lick the remnants of the defeated in the war between kings and kings, and pursue glorious evolution.

But what they don't know is that Xianyang Palace City has no bloodthirsty inhabitants to kill, only a sophisticated and efficient meat grinder.

The First Emperor inserted Tai'a into the ground, raised his hand, and his slightly curved fingers seemed to hold the whole of Xianyang in his hand.

On the edge of Xianyang, a completely different one from the deformed species running wildly in the distance

The "humanoid" Deadpool also raised his hand and drew an iron sword from the void. In the Afang Palace, among the twelve golden figures standing on the road in the front hall, one seemed to be abruptly worn.

The scales of the humanoid Deadpool holding the iron sword buckled with each other, making a sonorous sound of gold and stone colliding, like a stomach worn on his body, and his voice was extremely hoarse due to the dragonization, and he roared in a low voice: "Orthodox, Yinglie, die for the ancestors." The First Emperor indifferently looked at the twelve golden men in front of him, who seemed to have experienced thousands of years of wind and sun, snow and rain, and rapid wear and tear.

Correspondingly, outside of Miyagi, from the orthodoxy, the souls and dragonized bodies that died in the dragon veins drew out a rod of weapons, ge, spears, halberds, and swords.

Chen Mo couldn't help but exclaim as he watched this scene be staged, this is the dragon vein and not the Nibelungen of the First Emperor, this kind of means of creating things out of thin air, Chen Mo only has it

The dream of the "dream tapir" can only be done in the dream, and the spirit affects the matter, which is no different from the god of creation.

How did Ying Zheng do it? As the dragon king in charge of the 'spirit', she could see whether the first emperor had the authority of the 'spirit', especially the sword named Tai'a and himself, Chen Mo guessed that the first emperor had leveraged a certain node to support this miracle through his understanding of the dragon vein.

For example, the golden man in front of the temple gate may be connected to an alchemy object involved in the construction of the dragon vein in reality, such as the twelve golden men in reality.

But the First Emperor's methods did not stop there. These dragon-like Deadpools, but still humanoid and even retaining a certain amount of consciousness, many of them formed a huge military formation under the orders of the First Emperor, waiting for the terrifying torrent in the distance.

A few people waited quietly in front of the military formation, like sharp edges one by one. The corners of Chen Mo's mouth rose.

It's not just the spikes, it's the heavy cannon that gives the mad dragons and Deadpool a head-on hit. He genuinely doubted that the First Emperor had hidden his authority so deep that he had not even been able to discover it.

Is the dragon's body just a flesh-and-blood scaly muscle? There are also vocal cords in the throat that are more suitable for chanting dragon scripts.

The special vocal cords are capable of chanting many strange syllables that are difficult for normal people to pronounce in an instant, resonating with the bloodline, with the soul at the core, and releasing a miracle called the spirit of words.

It's just that Deadpool, who has fallen into the erosion of dragon blood and has a broken soul, has long forgotten everything. So the First Emperor recalled the souls of the dead and brought back the miracles forgotten by the dead.