Bright Era

Ying Yang didn't know that weird shadow appeared behind him.

He also didn't see the dark shadow coming out of a golden cauldron at the end of the main hall!

The golden tripod was placed there when the palace was built, and this palace was built as soon as the Blood Qin Empire was founded. Countless protective formations are densely covered inside and outside the palace, which is a secret retreat for the emperors of the Blood Qin Empire.

Outsiders think that the emperor of the Blood Qin Empire will cultivate in the Chilong Hall with the help of the heaven and earth energy collected by the imperial city formation. Only the Blood Qin Emperor himself and a few people know that the real training place of the Blood Qin Emperor is here-this Blood Qin Dingding Hall!

The beautified dragon pillars in this hall can transform the heaven and earth energy absorbed by the imperial city protection array, from ordinary natural element energy to the iron-blooded slaughter and conquest gas required by the Iron-blood Emperor's Art. Cultivating the Iron-Blooded Emperor's Secret Art here has faster progress, and is protected by a special protective circle, making it safer to practice.

Therefore, as long as the emperors of the Blood Qin Dynasty are practicing, they will definitely come to this Blood Qin Dingding Hall. For countless years, this has formed a tradition and a habit-but the blood Qin emperors of the past dynasties have never known. , In the pure gold cauldron several feet high at the end of the Blood Qin Dingding Hall, such a mysterious shadow was hidden.

There is no human form at all, just a hazy black shadow like smoke, but it exudes the iron-blooded aura unique to the iron-blooded emperor's art, and it is flawless and blends with the iron-blooded emperor aura from Yingyang's body. This black shadow happily twisted his body, carefully absorbing the iron blood emanating from Ying Yang's body, his figure gradually condensed and gradually became clear.

After more than an hour, the shadow turned into a middle-aged man wearing a black and red emperor's diadem, with a square and rigid face and five willow beards on his jaw. This man was phoenix-eyed, tall and majestic, and he carried a good skin. He was a bit more like an emperor than the emperor Yingyang.

If Ying Zhu saw the figure of this man, he would have screamed in fright-this man was born exactly the same as the true shadow picture left by the founding king of the Blood Qin Empire, Ying Zheng! And the Great Emperor Yingzheng was also written in the history of the Blood Qin Empire, and was a peerless genius who had broken through the eighteenth and seventeen levels of the iron and blood!

It’s a pity that Tian is jealous of talents. Five hundred years after the establishment of the Iron-Blooded Empire, Ying Zheng broke through the final deadlock in retreat, but his vitality burned like fire, and he melted into blue smoke, leaving only the seventeen fist-sized iron-blood kings. The relics, the seventeen regiments of the iron-blooded emperor relics, which contain powerful energy, are still enshrined in the ancestral temple of the Blood Qin Empire.

Ying Yang closed his eyes, indulging in the pleasure of growing strength.

Ying Zheng looked at Ying Zhu coldly, with an inexplicable evil on his face.

"Unexpectedly, your child, you have such good luck!" Ying Zheng gently stroked Ying Zhu's shoulder: "After all, you are my one hundred and eighth generation grandson. This number is very auspicious, you His blood is also very pure, and your physical body is also more accessible to my Dharma eyes, so..."

Extending the index finger of his right hand, Ying Zheng pierced Yingyang's back cervical spine with a finger, instantly amputating his spinal nerves, and frozen the vitality movement of Yingyang's whole body with a secret method. Ying Yang, who was immersed in the endless joy and sensation, stared in amazement. The sap of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree contained a powerful calming ingredient that made the soul sleep, but in the face of the threat of death, Ying Yang was still awake.

"Yes...who!" Ying Yang's body was stiff and unable to move, but he could still speak.

Unprecedented fear is rolling in Ying Yang's heart-Blood Qin Dingding Palace, this is the most secret existence of the Blood Qin Empire, except for a small teleportation circle, it is impossible for outsiders to enter here. It is ten miles underground, and nearby is the core area of ​​Shuangyang Chilong City's urban defense formation. If you want to break this **** Qin Dingding Palace, you must break through the entire Shuangyang Chilong City!

But the teleportation circle did not move, nor did the surrounding protective circle. The person who attacked him should have been in the hall.

But there is no one else in the hall, only one Haixi, or a dead person!

A chill rushed up from the soles of his feet, and Ying tremblingly said: "You, who the **** are you! Why do you know the work of the Jagged Emperor Jue**?"

Ying Zheng floated to the front of Yingzhu, smiled and sat cross-legged ten feet in front of Yingzhu. Although he absorbed a little iron and blood imperial energy, his figure became much clearer, but on a closer look, Ying Zheng's body was still hazy, obviously a phantom.

Ying Zhen gasped in horror. He stared at Ying Zheng sluggishly, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets: "You...you are...no, it's impossible...Where are you? Dare to pretend to be my **** ancestor Qin here to make trouble? Not quickly retreating, born to death, and endure the boundless suffering of eternal life!"

Ying Zheng glanced at Ying Zhu approvingly: "The aura of the whole body is sealed, and the whole body is as rigid as a corpse. Initially panic, and then calm and calm. Your qi training is good, and you deserve to be my descendants!"

Ying Yang opened his mouth, trying to say something but could not speak.

Pointing to the golden cauldron at the end of the hall, Yingzheng said lightly, "I, Yingzheng, the founding emperor of the Blood Qin Empire! How many years did I hide in the soul gathering golden cauldron? Ten thousand years? Twenty thousand years? Maybe? ,longer?"

With a faint smile, Ying Zheng sighed and said: "I am in that golden cauldron, occasionally waking up, watching your descendants of generations, coming in and out here, watching you work hard here, watching you burst into death one by one! Hey, one hundred and eight generations of descendants, the strongest one, has survived fifteen levels, but unfortunately he still burst into death!"

Pointing to Yingzheng, Ying Zheng said indifferently: "You are lucky. Before the peak of the sage master, you only encountered the first level. It is a pity that you can't control the surge of vitality at the second level, almost bursting. It’s not that you have this great fortune, you will be the worst emperor in the history of the Blood Qin Empire, and you will explode and die at the second level, which is really embarrassing."

"What do you want to do!" Ying Zhen stared at Ying Zheng, even though he had firmly believed that this ghostly existence was his ancestor, but his words were not at all polite. He vaguely guessed Yingzheng's intentions, and he is now quickly figuring out how to respond.

Ying Zheng smiled happily, and he smiled brightly: "Here, haven't you just come out? You can actually get such a divine object and contain such a powerful innate vitality in just two days. Nei, helped you through the eighteenth hurdles! From now on, there will be no suffocation in your cultivation of the Iron-Blooded Emperor's Art.

Leaning forward slightly, Ying Zheng said in a cold voice with a wicked smile: "I, I just want to try to become a god! Today, the gods are falling and falling asleep. To be a god, to be immortal, to conquer the Quartet, to dominate the world, to be the co-master of the world! This generation of achievements is enough to let my name be passed on forever!"

Cold sweat slowly dripped down Yingzhu's forehead. He looked at Ying Zheng and said coldly: "Let the Blood Qin Empire sweep all directions and dominate the world, I will not let this matter!"

Ying Zheng said coldly: "You have to give up, you have to give up. Because, I want to be the first person to unify the eight wilderness and Liuhe since ancient times! When I was a wilderness and a Li people, I used to be from someone People from different populations learned that there was a great emperor named Ying Zheng in the ancient times before the ancient times, and once established a great Qin dynasty, once ruled all nations and came from all directions!"

Taking a deep breath, Ying Zheng stared at the inhumane Ying Yang sneered and said: "I, want to try that taste. I am stronger than the ancient emperor and greater than him. He just let all nations come to the kingdom. , But I want to make all directions and six unites, but I am the only one in the world!"

Ying Yang said with difficulty: "You are dead, so..."

Suddenly, Ying Zheng burst into a frantic laugh. He laughed forward and backward and pointed at Ying Zhu and said: "Death? How can I die? I die but my soul lives. I will never die. I am the emperor of Qin. Ying Zheng! I have the inheritance of that Penglai stranger, and I will truly be immortal!"

Ying Zhu gritted his teeth and looked at Ying Zheng, he roared, "Are there any immortals in the world?"

Ying Zheng stood up proudly. He folded his hands and smiled coldly on his back: "Is there an immortal in the world? Isn't I right in front of you? In time immemorial, that famous emperor once thought I want to search for Penglai, looking for the immortal immortality, but unfortunately, he failed, and I succeeded! That’s why I was the real victory, and I was the real immortal Qin emperor, and I was this heaven and peace. Earth, the master of these mortal beings!"

When Ying Zheng shouted loudly, a crazy thunder suddenly flashed over Shuangyang Chilong City on the ground. The thunder light that stretched for thousands of miles tore open the clouds, and the pouring rain poured down frantically. In the entire Shuangyang Chilong City, only a small courtyard was silent, and even the raindrops falling on it were stagnant.

"Ying Yang, my 108th generation grandson, I will make good use of your body!"

"I will use your body carefully and cautiously. Of course, there are many, many enjoyments that I have not tasted for many years, and I must enjoy them... Alcoholic beauty, those breathtaking and moaning peerless enchanting ah ...I can't wait any longer!"

With a frantic laughter, Ying Zheng turned behind Ying Zhu, turned into a very thin black streamer and rushed into the pierced wound on the back of his neck.

Ying Zhen let out a terrible cry. After just a cup of tea, his expression suddenly changed, and then a weird smile appeared: "Nice body... Well, the queen is too old, so are the concubines. It's stupid... Let's change another batch. These princes, none of them are obedient, what's the point of coming? They are all deposed. But this Lin Qi is a bit interesting? Good at discerning foreign treasures? This is a very useful talent! "

A quarter of an hour later, Ying Zheng, wearing a black dragon robe, slowly walked out of the imperial city, slowly walking towards the temple. The powerful vitality of the eighteen drops of juice was absorbed cleanly by him, and his cultivation base had stabilized at the high level of the Enlightener.

The downpour was whizzing down, and Ying Zheng walked with his hands on his back in the rainy night, seeming to have returned to a long, long time ago. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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