The eastern coastal area, also known as the triangular wetland.

The Eastern Emperor Demon Clan, the Xuanwu Sea Area, the Pangu Clan, the triangle area at the junction of the three clans.

This is a famous sin city in the east, with a mixture of fish and dragons, human races, demon races, and sea monsters, all kinds of ethnic groups, large and small, hundreds of large and small organizations.

There are pure-blooded demon beasts enslaving the human race, there are strong human races enslaving the demon race, and there are human races and demon races jointly surviving, they are deducing the bloody survival picture in the mutual fall, and deducing the cruelty of the world and the difficulty of survival.

In a small town in the triangular wetland, Qin Minghuang dragged his tired body into a tavern, his scarred body and pale face could not hide his outstanding heroic spirit and the unique noble temperament of the royal family.

"The shopkeeper, a jug of wine, the best wine. Qin Minghuang turned a power stone around his fingertips.

This is an intermediate energy stone, misty with pure energy mist, exuding an elegant luster, which immediately attracts the store's fiery gaze.

There were more than a dozen people scattered in the store, and they cast their eyes here one after another, but they didn't pay too much attention, and continued to eat their own wine and talk about their own affairs.

This person has a strong aura and can't be provoked!

Since you can't afford to provoke it, you can't provoke too much, which is the first rule of survival in the coastal area.

"Hello objectively, what else do you want?" the shopkeeper smiled and came up, his eyes full of greed, and he reached out to pinch the intermediate power stone.

Qin Minghuang flipped his fingertips and clenched the energy stone: "I want the best wine, even if it's just a glass." ”

The shopkeeper looked at him strangely, and smiled: "Don't worry, although this store is a small shop, it is also a bit private, why don't I go and get you a pot, you can taste it first?"

"No, serve the wine. Qin Minghuang twisted up the energy stone and landed on the shopkeeper's hand, his lips and teeth closed slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed silently with the lowering of his eyes.

At this moment, his voice was clear, but he couldn't hide his exhaustion.

At this moment, he has a noble temperament, but he can't pretend to be proud.

At this moment, he has never been calm and trance.

At this moment, he has a different sadness and confusion.

"Objectively, you wait a minute. The shopkeeper clenched the energy stone tightly and left in a hurry, this is a good thing, I can't make a single one in a few days, and today I actually encountered a big wrong.

Qin Minghuang sat at the wooden table covered with grease, still proudly puffing out his chest and pursing his lips, but his misty eyes were no longer as bright and sharp as they used to be.

He sat quietly, distracted, expressionless, as if he had sunk into the depths of his memory.

He is the prince of the empire, he is the pride of the royal family, he is clothed in supreme glory, he has a heavy mission, he has been proud, he has galloped on the field...... He...... He......

But...... That's all in the past...... It's all a dream scene......

A power stone is his only belongings, and this is the sad end of his pride, and he rarely drinks alcohol, but he wants to buy a drunk today.

The best wine, even if it's just a glass.

This is the only trace of pride he has, and it is also the dignity that he has struggled to hold on to in loneliness.

I am the Imperial Prince.

"Father...... Erchen's Road...... It's coming to an end......" Qin Minghuang's gaze turned out of the window, to the dim red sky, to the distant unknown.

There was a murmur in his heart, a sigh in his soul, the matter had come to this, and he was powerless to struggle.

"I'm sorry, I've failed your cultivation, I'm sorry, I can't afford to carry the heavy responsibility of the empire, I'm sorry, I'm ...... Can't find your way home...... Sorry ......"

Qin Minghuang's lips and teeth were lightly closed, and his eyes were hazy and elite.

The voice is sorry, the voice is crying blood, and the voice is heart-wrenching, soaked in how much sourness and hardship, and how much unwillingness and sorrow.

In a short time, the town suddenly burst into a chaotic commotion, which grew louder and denser, and higher and higher, until it became a cry of panic.

Then, the whole town began to boil, there were footsteps everywhere, shouts everywhere, hordes of warriors and demon beasts fled in a hurry, fleeing vigorously from the east to the west, more and more numerous, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

"What's wrong?" the shopkeeper brought a pot of wine and put it in front of Qin Minghuang, looking out strangely.

"Something seems to have happened. The customers in the store got up one after another and walked outside the store, but when they saw that they didn't care, everyone was so excited that they rushed out and fled to the west.

"Hey, come back for me!!check out!, come back for me!" The shopkeeper cursed angrily, grabbed the bench and rushed out.

But as soon as he walked out of the store, the crowd from the east had already 'drowned' and trampled past near the tavern, and it was black and oppressive.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. ”

"What a terrible pressure, it's a saint, it's a saint!"

The crowd was chaotic, in droves, fleeing in a hurry, chaotic and resounding all over the place.

"That's ......" The shopkeeper looked up in a daze, only to see a black cloud rolling in the eastern direction, thick and heavy, like a rushing river tide, boundless, but silent, there is a terrifying oppression between heaven and earth spreading, so that countless living beings feel the oppression from the soul.

That's right, it's the souls that are trembling, the souls are frozen.

The bench in the shopkeeper's hand fell to the ground, and he trembled all over, and mixed into the fugitive team like crazy, and ran wildly in the direction of the west, regardless of it, and did not want anything.

Soon after, heavy dark clouds covered the town, shrouded the sky, and slowly sank, leaving the sky and the earth dark and cold.

At this moment, the town is empty, and it is no longer bustling with activity.

Only Qin Minghuang sat by the window of the tavern, ignoring the chaos outside, poured himself a glass of wine, shook it lightly on his fingertips, poured it down with his head up, and a spicy bitterness passed through the esophagus and went straight to the stomach, and his whole body was hot and hot.

"Ahem!" Qin Minghuang coughed violently, causing internal injuries, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the wooden table in front of him, and staining the wine jug and wine glass.

Scarlet, poignant.

The town was shrouded in darkness, and the dark clouds rolled high in the sky, like a tide like a sea, soaked in a biting cold, and suddenly ......

"Whoa!"

The clash of chains came from the depths of the dark clouds, ethereal, and crisp and pleasant, where the sound passed, there was no damage to the building, but some insects and beasts lurking here stiffened in an instant, and then slowly collapsed, and no longer sounded.

All of them were shattered in their souls and died on the spot.

Whoa!

The sound of chains sounded again, and more than a dozen thick black chains hung down from the sky and scattered around the tavern, connecting the earth and the dark clouds, surrounding the tavern.

"Ahem. Qin Minghuang coughed weakly, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and was sluggish.

He relieved himself a little, and poured another glass of wine, which was stained with blood, mixed with wine, and a touch of scarlet rippled on the surface of the wine, a trace of sadness, and a touch of desolation.

"Don't run away, you can't escape, wait for me to drink this pot of wine, and I'll go back with you. Qin Minghuang raised his wine glass and drank it all, the spicy wine mixed with his own blood and soaked into his stomach.

He never drinks, and today is for a drunk, but also for himself.

It has been more than a year since he descended on this strange world, initially seriously injured and unconscious, weak and wolf-like, and then barely recovered after half a year of dying struggles, and returned to the top.

He gave too much and gained more.

With the pride of the prince and the dignity of the royal lineage, he is neither humble nor arrogant, fearless and fearless, wandering in this strange world, feeling him, understanding him, and adapting to him.

He is different from Tang Yan, he doesn't have the slightest understanding of this unknown world, let alone the threat of the Spirit Race, as well as the existence of the Golden Ancient Clan and the Demon Clan, he doesn't know anything, he doesn't understand anything, but he has talent and pride, and he is confident that he can create a world of his own in this world.

However......

Since half a year ago, he suddenly found himself targeted, and it was a familiar soul martial artist, and it was from that time that he was brutally hunted down for half a year.

Qin Minghuang fled into the deep mountains and old forests, broke into the secret and dangerous places, he was like a fly without a head, running around, dodging everywhere, and even taking this chase as an experience, sticking to his dignity in pride, and stubbornly growing his strength in the killing.

However, the cruelty of reality made him wake up from the pride of the 'royal family', and he continued to hit hard and counterattack monsters, so that he reined in his arrogance in the continuous falling.

Until recently, several fierce battles in a row consumed all his spiritual power and what little dignity he had left, and he ...... I can't hold on anymore...... I really can't hold on......

And until now, he didn't know where he was, he didn't know the world, and for more than a year, he was constantly struggling in the deep mountains and dense forests, almost isolated from the world.

Dark clouds rolled high in the sky, and three whirlpools fell, revealing three pure soul bodies, filled with terrifying soul power, entwined with evil black chains.

They are like the grim reaper of hell, cold, evil, and horrific oppression.

They were all half-saints of the Spirit Clan, and they chased and killed Qin Minghuang for half a year.

There used to be seven people, but now there are only three left, and four of them were destroyed alive by Qin Minghuang in half a year.

As a last resort, they sent a call for help to the headquarters, inviting a Saint Realm Soul Martial Artist, and then ...... It led to the last fierce battle three days ago.

Even so, Qin Minghuang still escaped from the encirclement in that vicious battle.

However, he suffered a heavy blow, a heavy blow from his soul, and he could not escape, and there was no way to escape.

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