Tang Xuanming held the sword that symbolized the power of the Mohist family with both hands, and there was no wave on his face.
This kind of performance made Prince Yan nodded secretly, and the lingering question in his heart was not asked after all.
"Whether you are omniscient or omnipotent? Do you foresee everything? This is all over when I am here."
The internal energy accumulated over decades was rushing like the rolling Yangtze River, pouring crazily into Tang Xuanming's body.
"Use the Mohist mental method, don't let my hard work go to waste."
Prince Yan's thunderous voice exploded in Tang Xuanming's ears.
Tang Xuanming was distracted and did not follow Prince Yan's instructions. For this gluttonous feast, he chose the Ant King Method.
When he dreamed back at midnight, he didn't know how many times he recited this method, and secretly deduced it countless times in his heart.
In this world, he has tried to practice cultivation again and again, but all ended in failure.
The energy required for the Ant King Method is too vast, and it is not for normal people to practice at all.
Unless Xiang Yu is a born monster, it will take hundreds of years and hundreds of millions of creatures for a monster to be qualified to practice.
The Ant King method is inherently unfriendly to all living beings.
But now, Tang Xuanming only felt that he could not practice cultivation in the past. Apart from being angry, he even felt that the Ant King Method, which he suspected to be a fake method, was operating bit by bit.
Like a child pushing a heavy cauldron, it was extremely difficult to operate. This originally incredible scene unfolded on him.
All the limbs and bones on his body seemed to be groaning, and the bones were crackling, as if they were about to break, just like Yan Dan suffering the backlash of the six-soul terror curse.
The current Tang Xuanming also seemed to have been cut into pieces by a thousand knives, his face turned ferocious at some point, and the severe pain almost made Tang Xuanming faint.
But once the Ant King Method starts to operate, it will devour the essence in the body like a glutton.
Prince Yan Dan was originally covered in sweat, but now he became more and more shocked.
No matter which top person is passing on the technique, it is considered extraordinary if it can be passed on five or six times out of ten. After all, there will be huge losses along the way.
Furthermore, you have to consider whether the person being taught the skill can bear it. If he cannot bear it, the result will be death.
But now, there was no need for Yan Dan to take great pains to control the internal force in his body and carefully inject it into Tang Xuanming's body.
Tang Xuanming seemed to have a mythical beast buried inside his body, the Taotie, which was devouring the internal energy in his body like crazy.
In order to prevent Tang Xuanming from exploding and dying, Mo Mei, who was specially used as a transfer, had been moved away. Tang Xuanming's calloused hand had already grasped the Prince Yan Pill at some point.
Both of them looked extremely painful, but as martial arts practitioners, they were able to bear this kind of suffering and could barely maintain their consciousness.
The violent loss of internal energy made Prince Yan seem relaxed. He frowned and whispered: "Is what the envoy practices immortal magic?"
Tang Xuanming smiled, his ferocious face looked strange, and did not answer directly. He leaned into Yan Dan's ear with difficulty and said: "You must have some ability to protect yourself in this world, otherwise your wish will not be fulfilled.
, this body died, how unjust is that?"
Prince Yan understood clearly. Now that things have progressed to this point, most of the doubts in his mind have been solved. Anyway, after the internal power is transferred, the Six Souls Horror Curse will still be in his body. He is not far from death, so there is no need to overdo many things.
Covered up.
"Did you already know that I would be hit by the Six Souls Horror Curse?"
Tang Xuanming did not answer, but Yan Dan had already got the answer from his expression. Knowing the truth, he did not become angry, but became relieved, and said to himself: "I should have been dead a long time ago, it doesn't matter when I die.
, and if you want to gain a foothold in this world, the giants of the previous generation cannot stay..."
He murmured for a while, the loss of internal energy in his body became more and more serious, and he was getting closer and closer to death. Inexplicably, he did not think of any grand plan for hegemony or how to destroy Ying Zheng.
Instead, he thought of the woman who often cried behind his back in the capital of the Yan Kingdom. That gentle and graceful woman died as he faked his death.
Just to win the trust of Qin and win the trust of Ying Zheng.
Inexplicably, he missed the soup that the woman had worked so hard to make for him.
"It's a pity that I haven't tasted it properly. I really want to drink it again."
His expression was filled with sadness, but the woman's voice and smile still remained in his heart.
"Big man..."
In the central hall, a group of Mohist leaders all looked sad. Their voices woke up Prince Dan of Yan who was lost in memories, causing the former prince of Yan to come back to his senses and laugh at himself.
"The grudges and grudges in this world are still entangled with me."
He was laughing at himself, but before his death, he was as happy as ever before. He calmly looked at the big hammer, Gao Jianli, and Master Ban who were looking at him with expectant eyes...
"What should I say..."
Suddenly he remembered that he should explain what happened after death to the Mo family, and he had to wake up from his memories with a sense of sadness.
"...The Mo family will be led by a new generation of giants from now on. The government city cannot be saved. The moment the blueprint of the government city was lost, this place has become the territory of the Qin State. The pure land in the world no longer exists and will never exist.
It will exist..."
As soon as these words came out, a group of Mohist disciples all looked sad.
However, Yan Dan was even more calm, guiding the next direction of this group of Mohist disciples regardless of the crazy loss of internal energy in his body.
"... We cannot bear the tyranny of the Qin State. There are also many schools of thought in the world that do not agree with their ideas. Some have integrated into the Qin State, while others are still resisting."
"...We need to unite the forces that can be united. Most of the farmers' children are from Guizhou, and they have the same philosophy as our Mohist family. At the same time, their numbers are large, and they are a group that cannot be ignored among the hundreds of scholars..."
Zhang Liang and the Taoist Xiaoyaozi had left as if to avoid suspicion, not listening to the words that the Mohist master passed on to future generations.
"Confucian disciples have ideals of cultivating oneself, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world. However, in the era when Legalism flourished, they were not valued by Qin Shihuang at all. After the fall of Mohism, Ying Zheng's butcher knife will be swung at it next. After leaving the city,
They can be broken into pieces, but they can be gathered in the land of Qilu, which will surely become the place of great change in the future..."
At this point, it was already difficult for Yan Dan to speak, and Tang Xuanming, who felt like a mountain was falling apart inside his body, had already passed the most difficult threshold at the beginning.
Tang Xuanming took the initiative to speak and said: "Are you depressed and disappointed after losing the Mo family's government city that has protected you all your life and allowed you to grow up?"
The Mohist disciples murmured and did not dare to meet his sharp gaze. Tang Xuanming seemed to have an indescribable temperament that made them afraid to look directly.