From a young medicine seller to a Taoist master

The two countries of Zhao and Yue will be just a stagnant pool in the next few years, and it will not be too late to destroy them after they recover.

They also agreed to a ceasefire. The eight continents had no choice but to help secretly, otherwise they would be checked by others. Not everyone wanted Qin to unify them. Some of King Qin's believers were also helping secretly. The two sides had been maintaining a delicate balance that no one broke.

Both sides also knew that these few years were the final preparation time, that is, when Baili Xi recovered, the final war would surely begin.

The Qin army did not retreat, and the King of Zhao also became more open-minded. He gave up thousands of miles of land to establish a strategic phalanx, which also served as a strategic buffer zone.

However, he was a little hesitant. If he could not win, he would give up his luck on his own initiative, under the pretext that he did not want to hurt the people. He would carve restrictions into his own origin and become an idle prince, never missing Zhao.

Not only is this just a beautiful fantasy, it's even just the Qin army's fantasy. No matter how timid he is, the fate of nearly ten thousand years of history is on his shoulders. He is carrying the burden of his entire family. Surrender is impossible. He just isn't ready yet.

King Zhao came to the tomb of his ancestors, knelt quietly in front of it, and said nothing.

The tombstone made some responses, and a beam of light appeared and disappeared. It was as if King Zhao was awakened. No one knew what happened. All they knew was that he locked himself in the palace and was not seen all day long.

Yingchuan didn't have anything else to do, so he continued to comprehend the "Dragon Casting Method" in order to become more powerful.

Time flies, four and a half years have passed. Time has erased a lot of things, and some things have not changed at all. Although cities such as Luoyang have been rebuilt, it is difficult to restore their original glory. Many lost things can never be found again.

Yingchuan didn't make any significant progress. It was impossible for his cultivation in the early stage of Jindan to improve so quickly. If there were no opportunities, he would need at least two hundred years.

When he learned about the three thousand year life span catastrophe, he knew that life span increased a hundred times was a joke, and there was no need to look for an elixir to prolong life.

As for the "Dragon Casting Method", not much progress has been made, but it is still moving forward steadily.

Baili Xi had already prepared measures to deal with the backlash, so it wouldn't take long for him to recover.

Now, four and a half years later, he has finally recovered.

In the past few years, there have been no large-scale conflicts between Qin and Zhao, and no one knows what the King of Zhao has done.

A huge defense line has been built within tens of thousands of miles in front of Zi Pu, and the defense project is extremely complete.

There was no intention to stop the Qin army, it just served as an early warning and front-line garrison.

The Three Kingdoms are now basically as close as one, except that the movements of the Zhao army are a little strange, and it is not certain what the King of Zhao is going to do.

Baili Xi also came out of seclusion. Although he lost a hundred years of life, he became stronger. This time made him gain a lot of insights.

Yingchuan knew that it was possible now. Zhao State had been used as a front-line buffer zone and a meat shield by the three countries, so now he could take this opportunity to launch a decapitation operation.

The three of them also knew that this opportunity was extremely rare, so they didn't think much about it and went straight to Xing Tan, asking him to use this battle to destroy Zhao.

There has been no movement from King Zhao in recent years, and no one is too concerned, because it is impossible for him to prepare any means in such a short time.

Of course this is just from a normal perspective, unless it is from an abnormal perspective.

Xing Tan hasn't changed much, he is still normal, but a little loose. After all, the current King of Zhao is too "quiet", so "quiet" that it's a little abnormal.

The three of them rushed directly into the palace. People along the way were overwhelmed by the pressure and they all knew that Zhao was going to be destroyed.

They didn't have any other feelings and ran away as fast as they could. Those who could run away ran away, and those who couldn't run away could only wait to die.

The three of them arrived at the palace, where King Zhao sat quietly waiting for them. He had an extremely domineering aura, without any trace of his previous timidity. He was like a king who looked down on everything, exuding the majesty of an emperor.

The four of them looked at each other, said nothing, and started fighting.

Although the four people had doubts, they decided to deal with King Zhao first and then discuss the details.

The King of Zhao waved his hand and a piece of void collapsed. Zhang Yi's left arm was almost cut off, but he was also hit by Baili Xi's palm and his right shoulder was almost broken.

If it's a one-on-one fight, none of the three can be a match for the King of Zhao at this time, but all three can be on par with him.

The big thing was shining with cold light and blooming with black light.

The attack of the halberd was unparalleled, like a black dragon emerging from the sea, cutting through the sky and slashing on Li Si's sword.

The sharp breath directly tore Li Si's flesh and blood, and his big hands turned into a bloody mess.

He kept sweeping down with blows coming up, rays of light rising into the sky, and the attack was incessant. He was like a god of war, ready to kill everything with his unparalleled talent.

The divine furnace rose up, and endless karmic fire burned out, transforming into a sun that emitted the brightest light in the world.

The void shattered, a huge hand slapped down, and a divine fire turned into a phoenix and flew directly towards King Zhao.

Baili Xi was undoubtedly a formidable opponent. He was the first incarnation to follow the King of Qin. He had fought countless enemies and was familiar with any method.

The weather was gray and heavy rain was pouring down, as if foreshadowing the final outcome.

But it is impossible for the King of Zhao to be suppressed so easily, not to mention that... The other three kings are also watching. They want the King of Zhao and Baili Xi to fight each other, so that the other two can gain the advantage and they can reap the fruits of the victory in the end.

Baili Xi frowned, he had a bad premonition, as if the world could be turned upside down.

Li Si's body was filled with sword intent. He swung his sword and slashed with it. It was a simple sword move, which was different from low-level spells that would be easily broken. This was the starting gesture of the sword move, and basically everyone could do it.

The sword-drawing and slashing at the Spiritual Transformation level and that at the Qi Refining level are two completely different concepts.

An extremely terrifying sword struck King Zhao's halberd. The powerful sword energy directly rushed into King Zhao's body. King Zhao's whole body turned into a bloody mess, but he recovered quickly.

The sky was burned red by the divine furnace. Then the sky cleared up, but the war continued and no one benefited.

Li Si found an opportunity and was determined to chop off his head even if it meant being beheaded.

With one sword, he cut off part of King Zhao's head, and his own abdomen was pierced, with his intestines mixed with blood all over the ground.

After a while, King Zhao was eventually suppressed and could not be shaken.

King Zhao was not angry or anxious. Instead, he was very calm. He looked at the three people with a cold sneer.

This expression made the three men's backs wet. Logically speaking, King Zhao should not be so calm. Even if he had a trump card, they thought of something bad, but it was too late.

King Zhao took out a large flag, which was black and simple, with nothing written on it. It seemed to be just an ordinary flag without any words on it, and it was even a little torn.