The first thousand six hundred and eighty-seven chapters
The crystal clear petals are shining with a faint fluorescence, which looks very strange.
With cold hands, Ye Chen collected the petals without leaving a trace, and raised his eyes to look at the illusory door in the sky.
The huge illusory door is like an ancient existence, filled with the atmosphere of vicissitudes of life.
On the towering chariot, countless Qin officials and soldiers were ready to move.
The Zhuzi Sword Tomb contains the corpses of Zhuzi and their inheritance.
If you are lucky enough to inherit the inheritance of the disciples, you will be able to stand proudly among the heroes of Tiangang.
The prince sighed suddenly. He knew that after the news spread today, countless Tiangang warriors would definitely gather here.
Looking up at the expressionless Ye Chen, the prince said softly: "Aren't you going in?"
"What about you?" Ye Chen asked back, whether it is the inheritance of the disciples or the opportunity of transcendence, this is undoubtedly fatal to a warrior.
"There must be someone left to manage the mess!" The prince shook his head.
"Ying Zheng has promised you that the Qin cavalry will no longer send troops to attack other countries!" Ye Chenruo said with profound meaning.
After hearing this, the prince asked rhetorically: "In Tiangang, besides the Qin cavalry, are there no other forces?"
Speaking of this, the prince also chuckled and said: "In such a short period of time, the Blood Prison Army occupied the entire Daqian Empire. Tsk tsk, the strength of the Blood Prison Cavalry is no less than that of the Qin State Cavalry, and even the Moon God Camp among them.
Already compared to Qin’s Terracotta Warriors and Horses Army!”
Ye Chen knew that the movements of the Blood Prison Army in Tiangang might be hidden from other countries, but they could not be hidden from the Crown Prince. "The baptism of countless wars has allowed the Blood Prison Army to complete the most gorgeous transformation!"
The prince looked at Hu Hai and Zhao Gao in the sky without trace, with an inexplicable look flashing in his dark eyes: "In the Five Dynasties, Tiangang is no longer the Tiangang of the past, and Great Qin is no longer the Great Qin of the past!"
"Everyone, the time when Gui Guzi and others are away from Tiangang is the only opportunity for the God of War!"
Ye Chen looked at each other for a few seconds and nodded slightly. He knew that there was something in the prince's words. In the past, before Ying Zheng appeared, even though Emperor Qin was Hu Hai, the army of Qin State was controlled by the prince.
in hand.
But now, with the emergence of Ying Zheng, the Qin State is no longer under the control of the prince.
Perhaps one day, Qin will be like the other countries today, standing on the opposite side of the God of War.
Now, the period when the Lords and Ying Zheng go to the Sword Tomb is the best time for the God of War to sweep over the countries.
"Maybe in the future, you and I will still have a game of chess to play?" Ye Chen turned around, looked at the chessboard filled with momentum around him, and sighed suddenly.
"God has given me a pair of black eyes, and I will use these eyes to search for the dawn of the God of War in this dark world!" The prince said firmly with his white, woman-like right hand gently covering his right eye.
With a faint glimmer in his dark eyes, the prince turned around, grabbed the wine bottle in his hand, and walked straight up into the sky.
"I will secretly incite the remaining forces of Tiangang to launch an offensive against the three kingdoms of Yan, Zhao and Chu. As for the three kingdoms of Han, Qi and Wei, I will hand them over to the Blood Prison Army!"
Ripples appeared in the space, and the prince's figure disappeared between heaven and earth, but the remaining sound echoed in Ye Chen's ears.
Crack! The chessboard in the courtyard was shattered. Rizhao put down the wine bottle and suddenly sighed: "I have never seen him like this!"
"What?" Ye Chen said with a stunned expression. He also found that the prince today was a little different from usual.
"Heaven and earth are chess pieces, and all living beings are pawns. In the past, he used the heaven and earth to lay out his plans, whether it was Tiangang or the God of War. But today, he has discovered that he is just a pawn in other people's chess games!"
"And the person who set up this chess game is his biological father!"
"Ying Zheng! Sandai's voice came slowly, and his figure suddenly appeared in the courtyard and snatched the wine bottle from Ye Chen's hand.
"Ying Zheng!" Ye Chen sighed suddenly: "His appearance has completely disrupted the previous layout!"
Having said this, Ye Chen's eyes narrowed and he stared at Hu Hai, Zhao Gao and others with wild hair dancing in the wind. Perhaps one day, the God of War will meet the sword of Qin.
Bang! Standing on the dragon chariot, Hu Hai felt an inexplicable pressure coming over him, as if tens of thousands of mountains were pressing down on his heart, extremely oppressive.
Aang! Behind him, nine majestic celestial dragon phantoms set off high-pitched dragon roars, lingering around Hu Hai. Only in this way, the pressure around Hu Hai was somewhat relieved.
"It's the Fifth Generation!" Zhao Guo whispered, staring uncertainly at the figure in white clothes below.
"I know, go back to Xianyang!" Hu Hai turned around, the huge dragon chariot turned around, the sky dragon roared, pulled the dragon chariot, and galloped out.
After Ying Zheng appeared, Hu Hai no longer called himself the emperor.
Boom boom! The towering chariot swept across the sky and earth with the fierce wind, retreating towards Xianyang like a tide.
"Zhao Gao had murderous intentions towards you before?" Sandai shook the wine bottle in his hand and gently sniffed the mellow aroma of the wine.
"I know that now is not the time to break up with Qin!" Ye Chen glanced at the Illusion Gate and said calmly: "At least wait until Ying Zheng comes out!"
"With Ying Zheng here, the prince cannot control Qin!"
"Whether it is Li Si or the Qin cavalry, they are only loyal to Yingzheng!" Sandai said in a solemn voice.
"So I'm making some preparations!" Ye Chen looked back after watching the Qin cavalry leave, "Before Ying Zheng Chujian's tomb, Tiangang's Three Thousand Hells must be broken, and the Martial God Chosen Clan within it must be rescued.
The forces on the border have also increased. At the same time, the Blood Prison Army will conquer more counties and plunder more resources!"
Murderous intent flashed, and Ye Chen's eyes were cold to the bone: "With the existence of the Zhuzi Sword Tomb, the martial arts masters in Tiangang must go here together and enter the Zhuzi Sword Tomb!"
"With the strength of the three of us, no one can stop us!"
"The three of us will divide our troops into three groups and attack the Suowu Hell of each country!"
The Hell of All Nations has countless Martial God Chosen Races imprisoned within it. If it is conquered, these Martial God Chosen Races will definitely become a major force of the Martial Gods. Especially these Martial God Chosen Races can sustain themselves in the Locking Martial Hell for more than a hundred years.
For more than a thousand years, the will and strength of these chosen tribes of the Martial Gods cannot be compared to the warriors of the Martial God Continent.
"Where is this Tomb of the Swords of the Masters? If there is an opportunity for transcendence hidden in it, why don't you and I go in?" Rizhao asked.
Hearing this, Ye Chen shook his head, "I have to advance, but not now!"
"The Zhuzi Sword Tomb, I'm afraid only Guiguzi is the only one in the world who knows what's hidden inside!" Sandai said in a condensed voice.
"According to the words of the seniors, it is still unknown whether there is an opportunity for transcendence in the sword tomb of the swordsmen?" Rizhao asked suspiciously.
"Who can say it accurately!" Sandai grabbed the wine pot and pointed to the west: "I will break through the hells of the countries west of Qin!"
"Leave the hells of the countries north of Qin to me!" Rizhao played with the delicate blade in his hand and said in a cold tone: "It is time for these people to pay the price for enslaving the chosen clan of the God of War!"
"I will be responsible for the Suowu Hell of Zhao and Chu!" Ye Chen whispered: "Once all the warrior gods in the hell are out of trouble, let them go to the Daqian Empire, where we have established the Void
Sword formation!"
"Fifdai, let's play a game! Let's see who can break through more Suowu Hells. How about that?" Rizhao suggested, his pale face rarely rosy.
"Whoever loses will run naked three times around the Luoxia Emperor's Capital?" Ye Chen chuckled, raised his steps, and flew straight towards the end of the world.
Hearing this, Rizhao took a breath, and his face became increasingly pale: "How cruel!"
"This game is really interesting, Rizhao, you have to be prepared to be at the bottom!" Sandai smiled casually. His body was like a rainbow sweeping over the west.
When he thought of the scene of streaking, Rizhao shuddered, and without any hesitation, he disappeared into the courtyard like a breeze.
In the deathly silent courtyard, the cold wind howled furiously, picking up the remaining snow and flower petals on the ground and flying towards the illusory door in the sky.
A moment later, dazzling sword lights passed through the sky and the earth, setting off waves of turbulence in the void, and an extremely powerful aura filled the air.
These sharp sword lights stopped in front of the Gate of the Void.
The light of the sword dissipated, and the leaders were Su Qin, Pang Juan, Sun Bin, Gai Nie and others, followed by the warriors who came after hearing the news, including warriors from various schools of thought, as well as some casual cultivators, and Zhang Liang, Gao Jianli and others
Also within it.
Su Qin's eyes were slightly closed, and his slender hands formed a mark on his chest. Waves of regular time fluctuations surged in front of him, and the void tens of thousands of feet in radius was shrouded in this time fluctuation.
The warriors around felt their shoulders sinking and stepped away knowingly.
After a few breaths, Su Qin slowly opened his eyes and formed a restriction, covering Sun Bin and others.
Su Qin whispered: "Teacher, Wen Ran, Ying Zheng, Zhu Zun, and Junior Brother Zhang Yi have entered the Zhuzi Sword Tomb, and the Third and Fifth Generations left here a few minutes ago!"
"Tsk, tsk, the two of them were able to resist the temptation of detachment and did not go to the Sword Tomb!" Pang Juan said with some surprise.
"They are the moon gods!"
"What we seek is not detachment!" Su Qin looked around at the warriors and continued: "According to the teacher's plan, Junior Brother Gai Nie and Senior Brother Pang Juan entered the Zhuzi Sword Tomb!"
"Yes!" Gai Nie, who had been silent all this time, nodded, without any hesitation, and took the lead into the sword tomb of the swordsmen.
Pang Juan raised his head, looked at the stars in the sky, and suddenly sighed: "The sky is going to change!"
After saying that, Pang Juan slightly raised his hands to Su Qin and Sun Bin, and followed Gai Nie.
After hearing the news, the hundreds of warriors from all around couldn't hold it any longer and set off for the Sword Tomb one after another.
Countless sword lights passed under the starry sky and disappeared into the huge illusory door. After a few breaths, in front of the entire illusory door, only four figures remained motionless, Su Qin, Sun Bin, Zhang Liang, and Gao Jianli!
"Don't you two go in?" The long hair on his forehead was moving in the wind, and Gao Jianli's eyes exposed to the starlight glowed with a faint cold light.
There was a calm smile on Zhang Liang's lips, and his eyes as bright as stars were staring at Su Qin and Sun Bin without moving.
"We have inherited from Guigu, what use are the inheritances of hundreds of schools of thought to us!" Su Qin removed the restraint, turned around, and walked towards the space between heaven and earth without looking back, followed closely by Sun Bin.
Zhang Liang and Gao Jianli watched Su Qin leave. After a long time, Gao Jianli said: "Su Qin used the magical power of time before and immediately placed a restriction. Obviously there is something hidden from the world!"
Having said this, Gao Jianli raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Liang: "Zifang, what do you think?"
"I only know that the disciples buried in the Zhuzi Sword Tomb must have the inheritance of hundreds of disciples. If we are destined, we can get it. If we are not destined, we may have to pay a heavy price!" Zhang Liang looked on.
When it is right, there is a solemn way.
"Then let's bet on whether you and I are destined for each other!" Gao Jianli fluttered his sleeves and walked into the door of illusion.
Zhang Liang raised his head, looked at the deep starry sky, and said quietly: "Maybe the sky is really going to change!"
The lingering sound was still echoing under the starry sky, and Zhang Liang also stepped into the Gate of Illusion. As time went by, more and more warriors came after hearing the news, from the initial martial arts masters, spiritual martial arts warriors, to
The last Soul Martial Realm warriors stepped into it one after another... (To be continued...)