Daqin: Bear children tell stories, emperors beg to shut up

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Those dozens of Confucian patriarchs and elders in sackcloth and filial piety all looked stunned, mentally disordered, and their speech was incoherent, and their mentality was about to collapse.

The great elders of the Mo family and Tianzong of the Tao school couldn't help but feel their scalps go numb when they saw this scene.

The wild spray of nearly a million people!

Who can stand it?

One mouthful of saliva could drown them all.

Who would have thought.

Confucianism, which is famous for its mouth escape, was defeated by another force.

This force is more terrifying and terrifying than all their schools combined.

The name of this force is public opinion!

The will of the people cannot be violated!

Public opinion is greater than the sky!

You Confucians are just speaking out for the Dao of Heaven.

What does Heaven mean?

Of course it is the common people!

The common people are all disgusted, you still have a 5.7 face to justify it here?

Tiandao will cry when he hears this.

Tiandao: I beg you, don't speak up for me, thank you, I can't afford to lose this person!

"You, you..."

The new head of Confucianism has been sprayed into a mental breakdown, his head is buzzing, and he doesn't know how to refute.

The raging public opinion of nearly a million people is like a scourge, almost swallowing him.

"What? Are you okay? Then go to die."

Ying Chang'an's tone was calm, and his immature face was so cute that people couldn't help but want to hug him.

But his words made people's hearts tremble.

"Humph!"

Some Confucian elders even sneered disdainfully, thinking that this brat was joking and didn't take it seriously at all.

can be followed.

Ying Chang'an turned around and came to the other schools of thought, and said crisply: "I heard that you all want to serve me?"

The elders of the Mo family, the Taoist Tianzong, and other new heads of the peasant legalists all nodded subconsciously.

"Well, I'll give you a chance to show off."

Ying Chang'an grinned, looked back at the dozens of Confucian elders in sackcloth and filial piety, and said word by word: "Bury them all alive."

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All the schools of thought and their heads stood there without moving, staring blankly at Ying Chang'an, as if they didn't react.

It's not their fault either.

What Ying Changan said was too casual, casual like eating and drinking.

most situation.

Things like killing people for money definitely need some atmosphere.

For example, the wind and rain are raging, the murderous aura is pervasive, and in the shadow of swords and swords, a life-and-death battle begins.

But at the moment.

The weather was sunny and sunny.

Nearly a million people at the gate of Xianyang city seemed to be joking.

The surrounding atmosphere was quite active, and some people even argued endlessly about marrying their daughter.

The atmosphere of joy and nonsense makes people unable to associate with the word "buried alive".

"Young master, didn't you hear it?"

Lu Zhi took a step forward, his face was cold and his beautiful eyes were sharp.

"Your Highness, are you going to be buried alive here?"

The great elder of the Mo family asked a little respectfully.

It always feels a little weird to bury someone alive in this atmosphere.

"Of course, my father often taught me that today's affairs are finished today. When doing things, hurry up sooner rather than later."

Ying Chang'an nodded earnestly, just like a cute baby popping out of a New Year painting.

Who would have thought that such a porcelain doll with red lips and white teeth would have to bury thousands of people alive at this moment!

"Win Chang'an, if you want to bury this old man alive, I'm afraid you don't have the ability!"

The new head of the Confucian school in hemp and filial piety jumped up, and 02 burst out with a fierce fighting spirit, as well as a terrifying aura like a heavenly man.

"Half-step peak of Heaven and Human Realm?"

The great elder of the Mo family was a little surprised.

As expected of Confucianism, its heritage is profound.

The previous master was at the peak of the Heavenly Human Realm, and this one has stepped into the half-step peak of the Heavenly Human Realm.

Dozens of Confucian elders got up one after another, also bursting out with a terrifying breath.

Most of these people are in the realm of heaven and man!

Zhuzi Baijia suddenly changed his face.

Somewhat outrageously strong.

If there is a conflict, even if all of them come together, it is estimated that it will be difficult to subdue these powerful people in the heaven and human realm.

"Who dares to touch the little master!"

Han Xin jumped out and glared.

Tens of thousands of Qin cavalry are also ready to attack.

In an instant.

The situation took a turn for the worse!

Nearly a million people at the gate of Xianyang City finally came to their senses and looked at those Confucian elders in panic.

"What are they going to do?"

"I heard that His Royal Highness wants to bury them alive, and they are going to do their best."

"Hiss! Bury them alive?"

"Most of these Confucian elders are in the realm of heaven and man, and the Confucian heritage is so deep?"

"It's really terrifying..."

The aura of dozens of strong men in the heavenly realm exploded, and the agitated situation changed color, as if they were going to destroy the world!

On the city floor.

Li Si and other ministers and officials all looked dumbfounded, and stood there with their eyes dazed.

The last time that so many powerful men from the Heavenly Human Realm gathered together, it should be back to Wu'an Hou Baiqi's battle against Zhao Guo.

But that was 100 years ago.

Ordinary people can't even imagine the horror of a strong man in the heaven-human realm.

in their eyes.

All living beings are ants!

If they are provoked, it is estimated that they will not even be able to keep Xianyang City.

"Boy, today, the old man will act for the heavens and destroy you evildoer!"

The new head of Confucianism, with white hair fluttering, danced wildly in the atmosphere of terror.

Other Confucian patriarchs and elders also mobilized their breaths one after another, preparing to fight to the death, sacrificing their lives here for righteousness.

Even if it is death, you must die for the righteous way!

"Noisy!"

Ying Chang'an frowned, and flicked his sleeve robe.

The majestic aura comparable to hundreds of mountains and thousands of peaks, swaying down from the sky, is like Shura destroying all life!

"puff!"

Just a moment.

The new head of Confucianism spat blood, and was pressed to the ground by this truly destructive aura.

More than just him?

All the elders of Confucianism, including those who were in the realm of heaven and man, also had their hearts collapsed, their cultivation bases were exhausted, and they fell to the ground one by one, spitting blood, limp and rotten like mud.

The dazzling brilliance is fleeting.

The blue sky returned to its former calm again.

A few white clouds moved with the wind and floated in mid-air.

At the gate of Xianyang City, nearly a million people lived in deathly silence.

Almost everyone showed the same expression.

Mouth slightly open, eyes without any emotion, empty, the whole person motionless, as if like a million terracotta warriors.

but.

Their hearts are not as peaceful as they appear on the surface.

The hoarse cry, the maddening fear, the shock of collapse and madness...

These emotions, in the hearts of nearly a million people, are constantly merging and tumbling.

Let them forget to breathe, forget to shock, and forget to scream.

I do not know how long it has been.