It is said that the top ten martial arts have the effect of law, and are spells embodied by the great way of heaven and earth. They carry the authority of heaven and earth, and their power is unpredictable. If they take action, the world will change color and are prone to jealousy. They may be punished by heaven. Therefore, few people can see those powerful people taking action. Such magical magic is called immortals and immortals. Those people are also called ancient immortals or legacy immortals. The god Han Xin has never seen it before. They say whether they exist or not. They have always regarded this rumor as a strange thing.

Until he saw that Qin Shihuang's words came true and his words followed the law!

Han Xin's heart began to shake like a collapse of heaven and earth. The gods seemed not far away from him. If he was still a human being now, he would definitely shout out in surprise. Wife, come out and see, there is a god!

It's a pity that he is a ghost now, not even a ghost...

After experiencing a storm of psychological turmoil, Han Xin's little heart that was beating wildly finally calmed down. He turned his head and looked at Li Jiancheng and said stumblingly: "This is, this is an immortal method!"

Li Jiancheng, who was originally gloomy, burst into laughter when he heard this.

"Haha~ Immortal Art? Brother Han, don't joke! In the Dharma-Ending Age, immortals are about to disappear. Immortal Art is not so easy to appear. If Qin Emperor used it as an immortal art, there would have been a heavenly punishment, and a thunder would be struck by him!"

Han Xin said in a little surprised: "It's not an immortal method? Then his words just now come true and the words follow the Dharma! The ghost-head Fei Lian can't speak, but he won't move?"

Li Jiancheng frowned slightly. To be honest, Han Xin's doubts were exactly the doubts in his heart. Wei Ting had never disconnected from the ghost head Feilian. This shows that Qin Emperor did not completely control the ghost head Feilian, but he could not see Qin Emperor's casting methods, and there was no trace of ghost skills on the ghost head Feilian. However, he could determine that this was definitely not a fairy magic, nor even a relatively superb magic. If Qin Shihuang really had such strength, how could he be trapped in the ancient tomb? It was precisely because Qin Shihuang was trapped in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor that everyone knew very little about Qin Shihuang. Except for a few people who took over with Qin Shihuang, the other people's understanding of Qin Shihuang was only heard of.

The most widely circulated in the underworld is Qin Shihuang's 100,000 warriors, but I have never heard of Qin Shihuang's control spells.

The method of soul control? The method of manipulation?

For a moment, Li Jiancheng was confused. It would be great if there was someone who had fought with Qin Shihuang. Thinking of this, Li Jiancheng had a flash of inspiration, and Liu Bang fought with Qin Shihuang...

Hiss ~

I felt a pain in my mind when Liu Bang and Li Jiancheng were just beginning to be the dead soul under Han Xin's knife. I was like this before, so I would let Han Xin take action later if I said anything.

In addition to Liu Bang, Bai Qi and Zhao Kuo were also the life-and-death enemy of Qin Emperor. They also had their own battles. These two people were able to equalize Qin Shihuang and escaped after many battles. I believe they must be very clear about Qin Shihuang's background. If they were found, they would be able to find out the secret of Qin Shihuang's magic!

When Li Jiancheng and others racked their brains to think about Qin Shihuang's strange magic, Yan Zheng and Bi Yanhua were also discussing it.

Yan Zheng could only hear the words and sigh: "What kind of demonic magic does Qin Shihuang use? Those ghost-headed Fei Lian seem to be really controlled by Qin Shihuang! Qin Shihuang's ability to control ghosts is terrifying. He controls people during his lifetime and ghosts after his death. Could this be the domineering spirit of the First Emperor of China!"

After hearing Yan Zheng's feelings, the Bisanhua looked disdainful and sneered: "Tsk~ it's just him~ it's just a trick. I miss you little characters. Although Qin Shihuang is powerful, he can't reach the level you said. If I were in the underworld, I could beat ten of Qin Shihuang's level~"

Speaking of this, the red shore flower suddenly saw Yan Zheng’s bragging face, and his face froze and continued, "Why! Look at me with this expression! I am not bragging, it’s my home court on the banks of the Yellow Spring River in the underworld. If my body is next to me, it will set off a sea of ​​billions of red shore flowers, the entire underworld will become the territory of this queen. The ghost kings like Qin Shihuang and others will only be trembling in front of this queen!"

Yan Zheng blinked and asked in a low voice: "Then why didn't you occupy the underworld?"

Bi Yanhua said angrily: "Isn't that bitch Wangqing Mengpo?"

Just as the exit was revealed, a black pot suddenly appeared on the head of the Ribanhua. It was smashed heavily, as fast as lightning, and flashed in a flash, so that Yan Zheng could not even react to what had happened.

I saw the silly man from the Ribanhua suddenly holding his head and said with a headache: "Who~ Who beats me...Oh~"

The Biyanhua was so painful that tears were almost flowing out. He hugged his head and rubbed it for a while. The Biyanhua looked at Yan Zheng with tears in his eyes and his eyes were filled with evil eyes.

"Are you doing it?"

Yan Zheng looked confused and looked at the other side of the river as if he was stunned.

"What?"

At this time, a faint light suddenly appeared on Yan Zheng's body. The opposite side of the flower was so scared that she was indifferent. She took a step back and screamed at Yan Zheng: "No, no, no~ Wangqing Mengpo..."

Before the word "沪" was released, the red flower seemed to remember something. She was so scared that she quickly reached out to cover her mouth, then her eyes bent into crescent moons, and she sweetly called out in a tingling tone: "Yan Zheng~"

Yan Zheng couldn't help but shivered, looked at the treacherous smile on the face of Bi Yanhua, and couldn't feel any Xuan Ni in his heart, and said with a vigilant look: "You~what are you doing!"

The Biyanhua smiled and approached Yan Zheng, spitting Lanzhi, laying in Yan Zheng's ear and said softly: "Little brother, you are not the illegitimate son of Lord Wangqing Mengpo, right!"

Yan Zheng was dumbfounded and quickly denied: "How did you come up with such an absurd idea? You really dare to think about it!

If I am the illegitimate son of my parents, I can risk my life to come to this ghost place. I will just lie down and win at the starting line. Being born is the peak, okay!”

As soon as Yan Zheng finished speaking, he was hit by a slaughter on his head. He finally realized the pain of the red strait flower just now. It was a kind of pain that penetrated into the soul. There was nothing else, as if all the pain in the world was pouring towards you for a moment!

The pain was so painful that it was almost fainting, but your brain forced to remain awake, which made the pain more clearly magnify several times~, it was so painful that it was so painful!

Biyanhua was laughing so hard that she couldn't stand up. Yan Zheng covered her head and grinned her teeth and tears in her eyes. When he looked up, he saw Biyanhua's gloating face. He felt angry.

"Did you know for a long time that you deliberately cheated me!"

Bi Yanhua held her smile and raised her fist, shook it at Yan Zheng, and threatened: "Little brother, I advise you to be careful when speaking, and I feel very painful too!"

Yan Zheng suddenly became shorter, so scared that he didn't dare to continue to delve into it. Then he changed the topic and said, "Why do you think I am the illegitimate son of Wangqing Mengpo!"
Chapter completed!