But in his hand, he had a seal wrapped in hazy light, filled with human luck that was many times higher than Li Liang's royal seal.

Zhao Yang had no doubt about the power it could produce.

Just looking at the "seal" under your feet that has not yet been calmed down, and the blood that cannot be stopped on Li Liang's head, mixed with soul and origin, is enough to make anyone feel numb on their scalp.

You know, the mercury lake where he is located is a radius of twenty miles, and after this printing, it has forced the mercury lake to have a "water level" of more than three meters!

Where did the other mercury in the lake go?

Or should he ask, can mercury be compressed twice?

The divine pit!

The eyes look at the nose, the nose look at the heart.

Now that Li Liang's body has not been distracted, Zhao Yang doesn't want to think about anything else.

Too tired.

No matter what your thoughts or plans you have, as long as the group of people in the pavilion talks about a result, everything can be overturned and started over again.

The gap is too big, and there is no such thing as a fisherman who will benefit from the snipe and clam. He can survive if he dies. As long as he still has a thought, he can easily crush him to death at the innate level.

At this time, the most important thing to do is to wait patiently.

fine.

They didn't talk for too long.

To be precise, Liu Bang, who had half his body penetrated into the Nine Netherworld Fire, suddenly relaxed his resistance. In the blink of an eye, he dragged Li Liang into the Nine Netherworld Fire.

Zhao Yang's soul split: "..."

What's going on?

Have you died together?

Or is it that Liu Bang, the Taizu of Han, could not bear the humiliation and would rather let the fisherman of Fusu benefit than to pull his "her brother" to die on the same day of the same year, month and day?

Hohoho.

can't read.

Since Fusu was still watching with a smile on the side, Zhao Yang just thought he was blind.

really.

Not long after, the two men who were still fighting in the Nine Netherworld Fire broke through the blockade of the flame and came out again.

Zhao Yang's soul split: "..."

run!

Run away quickly!!

Never look back and take pictures!!!

boom!

Just the second after the soul splitting turned around, a silent wave pushed him directly onto the wall of the cave.

Afterwards, there was a roar that surged into the sky.

"Seven Purple Thunder Strikes!"

boom!

After another loud bang, what the soul splitting sensed was a severe pain, and what followed was the blank of the brain.

He fainted.

......

......

When the soul splitting woke up again, there was no other feeling except for the scorching pain in the body.

Open your eyes and make sure you are not dead.

Because, Li Liang, the idiot, is still lying beside him.

A further distance, the original Mercury Pavilion has long disappeared.

At this time, on the banks of the Mercury River, Fusu was carrying a wireless boom with a graceful manner, half sitting on a rock on the shore, as if... fishing?

Fishing in the Mercury?

What do you want to catch?

All right.

Although the mercury can be said to be flowing continuously, the soul splitting really couldn't imagine that there was any creature that could live in the mercury...

Not to mention, there is no fishing line tied to the hanging rod in your hand...

I was complaining in my heart, so I naturally would not tell these things to my mouth.

After standing up, Fenhun first tidied up his clothes for Li Liang beside him. Later, he walked silently behind Fusu and waited.

Since you have not achieved success, you must work hard to survive.

What happened in the pre-Qin period? Fenhun didn't want to mention it at all. Since Fusu didn't tell him, he wouldn't ask stupidly.

And now, Fusu hasn't left, and I think there is always something I want to say to him.

After waiting, the soul split lasted for a whole day and a night.

Without any extra movement, he stood obediently behind Fusu, watching the pre-Qin master fishing there in the style of a famous scholar.

In this way, another three days passed.

Just when the soul splitter was about to wait until Li Liang woke up, there was finally a little movement in the Mercury Lake.

"Hmm? The fish is caught?"

On the bluestone, Fusu said in a plain tone.

Later, he saw the fishing rod in his hand slightly raised, and the next second, a transparent matter with the color of white jade was "fished" by him!

"Yes, I haven't been fishing for so many years, but the Lone King can still catch something.

It's also pity for their hard work..."

Shaking his head, Fusu seemed to have seen clearly what he had "fished up" and threw the things at the divine soul in a boring manner.

"For the sake of your conquest for the orphan Qin Dynasty over the years, this thing will be given to you."

Bang.

A brand that looks like jade but not jade fell into the hands of the soul splitter.

The weight is quite heavy.

Much heavier than gold.

Looking at it, I saw these two big characters engraved on the front of this jade plaque.

‘Ming Yu!’

"This is...."

He received the reward for no reason. He didn't know what to say, but he still asked Fusu, wanting to know what this eldest son meant.

When Fusu heard this, he looked at him with some surprise.

"You don't recognize it?"

Soul-sharing: "???"

This thing is unheard of, should I recognize it?

"I never recognized..."

Tell the truth.

When he heard Zhao Yang say this, Fusu looked at him carefully, but couldn't help laughing out loud:

"The Lone King still thinks you are...

Forget it, if you don’t recognize it, don’t recognize it.

I think you can't keep this brand.

You can turn the token over and remember that the pattern is engraved behind the token. It won’t take long to know its usefulness.”

After saying a word, Fusu turned around and ignored the soul-dividing.

And the soul split the sign as he told him.

A big bloody word appeared in his eyes.
Chapter completed!