Saint Qin Batu

"Although His Majesty's cultivation is astonishing, before the next attack, he is only a tool in the hands of Heavenly Dao. I'm afraid you don't know. Under Heavenly Dao, the monks of Nascent Soul are already at their limit."

Ying Zheng frowned even deeper, apparently judging the truth of what Guiguzi said.

"In today's world, if there are monks in the realm of transforming gods, I am afraid that they are only in the overseas fairyland. As a monk, who does not yearn for a higher realm? Even if it is only one level closer! Therefore, no matter Whether it's me or Donghuang Taiyi, the ultimate goal is just to go to that illusory fairyland."

Guiguzi sighed softly, but then sneered and said: "However, it is said to be a fairyland, but in fact, it is just a cage."

"Cage? What do you mean by that?"

"After King Wu, Heaven's imprisonment on monks became deeper and deeper. At that time, a group of monks in the state of transformation did not want to be killed by the scourge of heaven, so they used a part of Zhou's national fortune to open up such a large place."

After thinking for a while, Ying Zheng asked again: "My current state is nothing more than a Nascent Soul, which is enough to fight against the heavens. Could it be that I can't become a cultivator of Huashen?"

"Heh! You want to fight against the sky even if you are a mere god?" Guiguzi sneered again, "The reason why your majesty can survive the sky is, in the final analysis, the fate of the country is the key.

The fate of the country and the fate of the country gather the strength of the people of a country.Although the sky is majestic, man is also a special existence between heaven and earth.With this power, it is enough to fight against Heaven. "

Speaking of this, Guiguzi's face changed again, he put away the smile on his face, and said very seriously: "The reason why this old man stole the fortune of the country is also for a higher world. God, bound us, we can only use own way to achieve our goals.

However, since the way of heaven is dead, the world has lost its shackles.The obstacles to our advancement will disappear, and naturally we will no longer have any conflicts with His Majesty the Emperor.

On the contrary, although the cultivator of transforming spirits in the fairyland has nothing to do with the way of heaven.However, it is equally powerful.His Majesty's national destiny is fatal to the way of heaven, but it may not be so good for them who are also human.If you want to defeat the cultivator of Huashen, you must have the same strength. "

"Shenhua?" Ying Zheng's murderous intentions subsided slightly, and he whispered softly.

The meaning of Guiguzi's words was also clear to Ying Zheng.

The way of heaven is dead, and the constraints that bind the fairyland must also disappear.The danger of cultivators who transform into gods may come to Daqin at any time.

Obviously, Guiguzi was negotiating terms with Ying Zheng.

Those who can reach the Nascent Soul state in this severely restrained world are all true geniuses.If you want to deal with the people in the overseas fairyland, Ying Zheng alone will inevitably be stretched.

"I understand what you mean, sir. Now that there is no conflict of interest, I don't mind working with the two of you." Ying Zheng stared at Guiguzi and said flatly.

Immediately, Tianwen in Yingzheng's hand was cut slightly.The fate of the Qin State, which had been staying in Donghuang Taiyi's body and constantly making troubles, turned into a cloud of black air and burst out.

"This is my sincerity. It's just that I don't like to sit and wait for death. If I have the strength, I will definitely cross the ocean and conquer the so-called fairyland. I hope that when the time comes, the two of you can help each other with all your strength."

No matter Donghuang Taiyi or Guiguzi, both of them are sharp double-edged swords.How to make it good and not be hurt by the sword depends on the strength of the swordsman.

And Yingzheng is obviously a leader in controlling the "sword".

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434章 末路

In the end, the battle between the coalition forces and the Western Qin Dynasty became the background for Ying Zheng to write the myth.

Millions of coalition troops, although no blood flowed into rivers.However, people's hearts are broken.

It's not terrible to lose the soldiers, but once the hearts are scattered, it will be even more difficult to reunite.

And at this time, news always runs faster than people.

When the coalition forces dispersed and had not yet returned to their original territory, the news of Ying Zheng's destruction of the sky spread almost throughout China for thousands of miles.

In Dai County, Meng Tian's army, which had traveled a long distance for more than a thousand miles, was like entering a land of no one. It only took a few days to completely capture Dai County.

In the northern part of Zhao State, which has only been restored for two or three years, the door has been opened.In addition, now that the main force of Zhao State was taken to Hangu Pass by Chen Yu, the whole Zhao State fell into panic.

Almost at the same time, in the inevitable Nanling.A middle-aged general, leading more than [-] Qin troops, is playing chess with a young general.

Under Fan Zeng's arrangement, Dongchu took advantage of the terrain and almost couldn't get in.

And in the West Chu, there is also a young man who uses soldiers like a god.It looks less than 30 years old, but it has never been defeated.

As the real master of Nanling, Wang Jian, this is the third time he has fought against the boy named Han Xin in front of him.

Although the previous two times, Wang Jian returned without success, but this time Wang Jian has full confidence that he can defeat the young man in front of him in one fell swoop.

"The military spirit is useless!" Han Xin glanced at the slightly trembling soldiers behind him, and sighed softly.

Among the Western Chu, most of those who could fight were taken away by Tian Yan.The rest were recruited temporarily.Compared with the Qin army trained by Wang Jian, its strength is much weaker.

Coupled with the fact that the first emperor is now being passed on as a miraculous story, the Western Chu soldiers in front of them are even more timid.

Han Xin sighed again.What he is asking for is just a chance encounter, a fortune.However, God did not give him such an opportunity.

Hehe, yes, if he was slaughtered today, why would he care about his talent?

"Shh!"

Wang Jian's commander-in-chief waved down, and the Qin army, as thick as a mountain, marched towards the army of Western Chu with neat steps.

Without any extra surprise soldiers to assist, Wang Jian knew very well that pressing forward is the best strategy!

It was only a matter of time before Wang Jian's army went north and Western Chu was conquered.

Even if Han Xin can lead the army, if he is not given enough soldiers to fight, how can he be the opponent of Wang Jian who has been famous for a long time?

……

The originally prosperous city of Linzi became more prosperous with the establishment of the East Qin Empire.

However, in the facing Linzi City, the atmosphere seemed a bit dignified.On the bustling street, there were not even any people to be seen at this moment.

In the palace in the center of Linzi, Hu Hai sat on the throne in a daze, drinking carelessly.

The dead are alive again.Even, it has become a god-like existence.Such a blow was almost hopeless for Hu Hai.

Hu Hai knew that from the very beginning, more than four years ago, Ying Zheng had seen his ambition and had no intention of letting him leave alive.

These four years have been the happiest time Hu Hai has ever lived.Even, Hu Hai once extremely despised and resented Ying Zheng.

Look, the successor you have chosen has almost lost everything you have worked so hard to achieve.But the son you want to kill is more powerful than the successor you have chosen.

Li Si, the prime minister of the empire, has disappeared.

However, Hu Hai was not in the mood to take care of it.He knew that Li Si must have gone to Xianyang to plead guilty.But what good is that?With his royal father's character, he must still die.

"Oh!"

At the thought of death, the hostility in Hu Hai's heart was ignited again.He also threw the wine glass in his hand onto the table.

"Crack!"

On the table, a wooden box happened to be smashed to the ground.