The ancient temple was lonely and silent, but it still exuded a terrifying light, and the sound of chanting could be heard faintly.
"Jingzhen asks the ancestor to take back the dragon energy." Emperor Jingzhen bowed again.
"Your Majesty, go back." The chanting in the ancient temple stopped and an old voice came out.
Jing Zhen's face changed slightly, and he stared at the ancient temple with burning eyes, but he still said persistently: "Ancestor, as the contemporary master of the Qin State, I ask you to take back the dragon energy."
The old voice sighed slightly: "Your Majesty, your time is running out. The Qin Kingdom will still need the care of the Dark King's Court in the future. You'd better go back."
Jing Zhen's face suddenly turned as pale as snow, his body couldn't help but sway, his eyes were full of anger, unwillingness, and resentment.
"Father." Qin Bai quickly supported Jing Zhen and shouted with a worried look on his face.
Although he didn't understand what it meant or what Jing Zhen did, he could see that Jing Zhen's plan seemed to have failed.
Jing Zhen waved his hand slightly to signal Qin Bai not to speak. He stared at the ancient temple and asked through gritted teeth: "I just want to ask, am I, Jing Zhen, still the emperor of Qin now?"
"Yes, but you are not going to die soon. There are some things that you should let go of, otherwise you will suffer the consequences. If you go back now, I will just treat you as if you have never been here." The old voice said.
Jing Zhen didn't speak, he just stared at the ancient temple that exuded sacred light. The complex emotions in his eyes were indescribable.
"Bai'er, help me go." Emperor Jingzhen gritted his teeth and said to Qin Bai.
Although Qin Bai was ignorant, he did not dare to show his temper at this time and helped Emperor Jing Zhen to leave the ancient temple.
"Poof!" Not far from the ancient temple, Emperor Jingzhen finally couldn't help but feel depressed in his heart. In addition, he was seriously injured, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, falling on the dusty stone street. above.
"Father!" Qin Bai was shocked and turned pale.
"I'm fine, let's go. I'm not dead yet. I'm still the emperor of Qin." Emperor Jingzhen raised his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked persistently at a monastery in front of him.
Jing Zhen brought Qin Bai to the front, bowed three times as before, and then said: "Emperor Jing Zhen of the Qin family brought his youngest son Qin Bai to pay homage to the ancestor and ask the ancestor to take back the dragon spirit."
A sacred and solemn female voice came from the splendid monastery: "Jing Zhen, why are you so persistent? You are the king of Qin, and your son must also be the king of Qin. Why do you care about others?"
"Jing Zhen asks you to take back your dragon energy." Jing Zhen gritted his teeth and bowed again.
"Go." Only two words came faintly from inside the monastery, and then there was no sound.
Jing Zhen's eyes were blazing, and he stood up without saying a word, letting Qin Bai help him go to one ancient building after another that exuded divine brilliance. He worshiped everywhere he went, but he got a negative answer every time.
Those ancient buildings are all guarded by the strongest members of the Qin family in the past, and they are the most fundamental part of the Qin family.
The Qin family chooses the emperor not based on qualifications or cultivation, but only based on the ability to be an emperor. However, the candidates chosen to protect those ancient buildings are all the strongest in each generation.
No matter how prominent the Qin family's strong men were before, once they swore a blood oath and entered the ancient building, they would abandon their status and become the guardians of the ancient building, guarding the last line of defense for the Qin family.
Because they no longer have names or seniority, they are only known to be seniors of the Qin family, so Jing Zhen can only call them ancestors.
And this last line of defense needs to be initiated by the Lord of the Dark Court and the contemporary emperor to activate the Lilong Covenant, so that the Lord of the Dark Court, who controls the Dark Demon Dragon King, can gain the power of the Lilong Formation and become the strongest in the Qin Kingdom.
A big existence that can defeat all enemies.
But now Qin Yuan alone initiated the Lilong Covenant, and the senior Qin family members who guarded the ancient buildings still activated the Lilong Covenant. Even if Jing Zhen, the contemporary Emperor of Qin, personally requested it, he was still rejected. Obviously, he was determined.
He wanted to protect Qin Yuan and kill Han Sen.
Jing Zhen and Qin Bai worshiped at one place after another, but Jing Zhen's face became increasingly pale. There was no doubt that because his life was short, the seniors of the Qin family had given up on him as the emperor.
"Jing Zhen, stop fooling around. You are the king of Qin and the emperor elected by my Qin family. You should face death with magnanimity and grace. You should not ruin the national destiny of Qin for your own selfishness." An ancient temple
A solemn voice came from within.
"Jing Zhen, please ask my ancestors, how did I ruin the fate of Qin?" Jing Zhen looked pale, but surprisingly calm, and stared at the ancient temple and said.
"Jingyue is a rare treasure in the world, with the ability to bring the dead back to life. As the emperor of Qin, for your own selfish desires, you have to hand over such a valuable treasure to others, which has proven your cowardice." The voice in the ancient temple said.
Jing Zhen smiled: "Excuse me, ancestors, during the long years that Mirror Moon has been in Mingzhu Garden, how many people have used it to bring the dead back to life? Who in my Qin family has benefited from it?"
"The opportunity has not come yet." The voice inside the ancient temple said.
"Since no one has benefited from it, it is a useless thing. I will use it in exchange for a few years of longevity to lay a few more foundations for my Qin country and my Qin family. May I ask where I went wrong?" Jing Zhen clutched it tightly.
Fist, staring at the ancient temple and asked.
"No matter what, Mirror Moon is such an important treasure and must not fall into the hands of outsiders." The voice in the ancient temple was cold and ruthless.
"So, my life, Jingzhen, is not as good as that of a mere genetic species?" Jingzhen said sadly and angrily.
"Your time is running out, so you have to let go of what you should let go of." The voice in the ancient temple sighed softly: "Jing Zhen, go back, take care of what needs to be done, and leave the rest to Qin Bai.
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Jing Zhen's body trembled, but there was no disappointment in his eyes, because he had nothing to be disappointed about.
"As long as I don't die, I will still be the emperor of Qin." Jing Zhen said coldly, picked up Qin Bai and strode towards the palace.
"Father, is Han Sen going to die?" Qin Bai asked, wiping away tears.
Emperor Jingzhen was silent, feeling ashamed in his heart. He was the emperor of Qin, the greatest king in the universe, but now he couldn't even save a person's life, and he was still in his own country, in his own capital.
What a shame.
In the sky, Qin Yuan looked down at Han Sen like a god. The power given to him by the Lilong Pact could almost allow him to break the starry sky and the universe. Han Sen no longer posed any threat in his eyes.
"Han Sen, what else do you have to say?" Qin Yuan stepped forward, as if the whole world was oppressing Han Sen.
Now Qin Yuan does not represent him alone, but represents the accumulation of hundreds of millions of years of the Qin royal family. It is the capital of the Qin family that dares to claim emperor. Even if the gods from the heavens come, they cannot make Qin change their surname.
Because the Qin State has already been deeply imprinted with the Qin family.