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The world is silent.

The dragons and humans stand opposite each other in the sky, with their four eyes facing each other, as if there is a thought that transcends history.

He said, is he a teacher?

With this kind of breath, but just a teacher?

Zulong supported the pair of long eyes and stared at the man in front of him: This person has his familiar aura, but only when the other hand caress the dragon's head, he knows-he and the emperor from a thousand years ago, Not the same person.

Although he was stroking the dragon's head with his hands, he did not look like he was looking at a slave at all.

The ancestor dragon, who has lived for thousands of years, couldn't help but feel some long-lost confusion at this time. But before he could see the true appearance of the person in front of him, Wei Ze had already withdrawn his hand.

The soft white light rushed from him, like the wind sweeping across the [Jiuzhou Mountains and Seas Map], and flowing from the space to the entire inner hall, and within a few breaths, the figures of the five students scattered everywhere were completely covered.

The ancient spiritual powers all over the place have been washed away due to this change. In the light of the stream, the space in the [Jiuzhou Mountains and Seas Map] faintly fluctuates, like a stream that has been summoned, rushing towards a point.

That is the breath originally stored here. It is the spirit of the Ancheng repairers who have infected the heart demon during the disaster of the spooky elephant.

The outflow of energy is irreversible. Originally, this was prepared for the continuation of Zulong's life, but now his power is completely suppressed, and he can only hang there, watching the hearts and energy use upwards, and then... All blended into the halo beside Wei Ze.

It's just that the initial wave of anger did not completely withdraw from the soul, so this amount is not too much. However, there are millions of people in Ancheng, and the number of people infected in the demon disaster is even more than tens of thousands. In a single round, this wave is more than the energy produced by the students in this school through the demon disaster. Nothing less.

With the inflow of those breaths, the white light around Wei Ze did not increase but decreased. Seeing the streamer gradually converged to his side, even the golden light in his eyes was dimmed, as if the change in the consolidation of the realm.

When the pupils returned to normal, the terrible coercion also faded away. It was also at this time that Zu Long could truly see the person in front of him.

He has shaky temples and a gentle face, not a bit similar to the appearance of the emperor a thousand years ago.

Without the aura around him, he has changed back to that normal cultivator again. The anger just now made his Yuan Ying completely consolidated, but as a Yuan Ying cultivator, he floated there, and he didn’t even have many visions. Around the body.

Zu Long couldn't see through his cultivation, and for a while, he had the illusion that he was just a mortal.

But the illusion is just an illusion, and he can still smell the breath that frightens him. As long as this breath is still there, he will always be suppressed in front of this person.

"Why did you show up here?" After a long hesitation, Zu Long couldn't bear to speak.

"I said, I am a teacher." Wei Ze said, "and just now, you have already met my students."

A word was very calm, but Zu Long who heard it was thunderous. He didn't bother to look at these ants, but now he had to turn his eyes to pay attention to their situation.

Both Wu and Yuan, who were pulled into the mountain and sea map, had fainted, but they still had some aura; the three people in the hall also preserved the fluctuations of Qi Ruowei...Fortunately, none of them died.

Even though he said that, he still could only stare at Wei Ze's movements in front of him, guessing his next actions.

With the style of the emperor in the past, it is enough to damage his people to this point, not to mention that Wei Zeben said just now that he would die.

A long time ago, he knew that facing such a tyrant was indefensible. The first emperor's method of pulling his bones and marrow was a nightmare that he could not get rid of all his life, and that nightmare was enough to crush the arrogance of the emperor in the sea.

As the slips of the scroll said, his spiritual power and soul power had long been stripped away by the first emperor, and what remained here now was just a lingering remnant body. With the remaining prestige, it was natural to shock a few foundation builders, but facing Wei Ze, all this illusion was seen through at a glance.

Now he can only pray, for the sake of those few students who are still alive, Wei Ze can break his soul in one fell swoop, without doing anything too late.

Then, He heard Weize speak.

"Before this, I have a question for you."

Wei Ze looked around at the surrounding Jinshan Yinhai: "What on earth did you stay guarded here for? Why did the first emperor build this mausoleum? I think this is not just a simple tomb."

Zulong was taken aback for a moment. From his point of view, the question was extremely strange, but seeing Wei Ze's expression unchanged, he couldn't understand the details, so he could only answer along.

"For...inheritance."

"inherited?"

Hearing this word, Wei Ze couldn't help but move his eyebrows. This is exactly what Jin Ying told him in the body, and now there is nothing more capable of attracting his attention than this word.

"How can this be called'inheritance'?" Wei Ze then asked.

"This imperial tomb is the inheritance of Yingzheng." Zu Long looked up, "Here, everything of Daqin will be preserved. Even if the sky collapses, the inheritance of this place will continue for thousands of years-this is, The'inheritance' he realized."

Wei Ze lowered his gaze and looked down at the world from the same angle of view as the talented Zulong.

Just now, his attention was always focused on Zu Long and a few students, and he didn't care about the surrounding scenery. And now from this angle, he finally saw the true face of this place.

Under the dome, the mountains and rivers composed of mercury meander like a dragon, turning them into huge and complex symbols and engraved on the land of Kyushu. Thousands of peaks rise in the river, with their backs against the sky, and the sky and the earth together guard the central imperial palace. The palace contains precious treasures from all over the world, and the heroic soul of the Daqin guard is stationed here, galloping in the eternal battlefield.

This is the essence of the entire China.

He left Huaxia here two thousand years ago.

As soon as he saw the whole picture of this place, Wei Ze understood the real purpose of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor of Qin, and also understood what Zulong said about the inheritance of the First Emperor.

The cosmic voyage plan of the last century included a "human heritage plan": the core of the plan is a box of several cubic meters, which contains the DNA sequences of all the animals and plants existing on the earth, and is inscribed in the languages ​​of the world. Discs of video songs, chips made with the highest technology of mankind... and so on are items that represent human civilization.

The content of that plan is to gather all civilized items into this box. The box body is made of high-strength materials, which can be stored for hundreds of millions of years under extreme conditions. If mankind is destroyed, this box will become the last legacy of the entire civilization, and will carry all the civilization crystals produced by mankind for tens of millions of years to the vast sea of ​​stars, and become the last tombkeeper of human civilization in the empty universe.

And now, this entire Mausoleum of the First Emperor is the "box" left by the emperor.

In this box, what is packed is the entire Daqin, which is Kyushu two thousand years ago.

Rather than calling it a blessed place, it is better to say that this mausoleum is a world of its own. All the essence of that dynasty of cultivating immortals, everything about the ancient cultivators, were left in this world.

This is a small world isolated from the world. Even with all the external destruction, the treasures in these four directions will be passed down for thousands of years-this is the "inheritance" that the first emperor finally realized. Valley

He spent his entire life building this tomb for himself, where he will bury the empire he has built.

Therefore, he would preserve this tomb at all costs, and slaughter thousands of people, leaving behind the guardian ancestral dragon, and the large array of support. As long as the inheritance is still there, then the blood flowing into a river is just a small one. trivia.

Because this is the "China" in his eyes.

People only have a short life span of several decades, and even the repairer always has a time when his lifespan is exhausted. But this legacy will be preserved for generations to come.

Weize looked at all of this, pondering for a moment.

Now he has every reason to believe that the emperor who was two thousand years ago might have seen the same thing as himself.

Whether they are building an empire or a university, they are pursuing the so-called "inheritance", and this is what the will tells them.

In this sense, can you actually be on the same level as the emperor?

A faint feeling of strangeness surged in his heart, but what he said was something different.

"In this way, even an emperor through the ages has a time to flee after all."

When he said this abruptly, the Zulong surrounding him couldn't help being surprised.

The emperor has conquered the world and has never failed in his life. Even the sea hegemon, Ancestral Dragon, crawls under his feet. But this person who calls himself a "teacher" actually calls him a loser?

"He built this mausoleum, it shows that he has thought about the end of defeat. That is to say, from the beginning, he believed that man could not beat the fate, and in the end only one empire's tombstone could survive as an'inheritance'."

"Everything he did, everything Da Qin did, was essentially living to death, using living people to dig his own grave. Then how can such a dynasty be passed on?"

Zulong listened to his words, and the dragon's beards on both sides were shaking with surprise.

He originally thought that the person who inherited this breath should be in the same line as the first emperor and become the only tyrant who rules the world.

But now, this person actually denied Shi Huang's deeds?

"However, I have to say that the scenery of Daqin... is indeed beautiful."

As if to respond to his doubts, Wei Ze suddenly spoke again.

"If Shi Huang is not there, people today may no longer have a glimpse of the immortal cultivators of that era. What he left here is really the most precious heritage in this world."

Wei Ze said this from his sincerity.

He did not approve of Shi Huang's actions. But this does not mean that he has to deny the value of the heritage in this blessed land.

In fact, at the moment he entered here, he was also shocked by the aura of the world of Kyushu. Even if he held the same authority, he could not help but marvel at the merits of that "ancestor" and the brilliance of that dynasty.

When he saw such a magnificent scenery, he could fully understand why the First Emperor would not hesitate to put a sea of ​​dead bodies on this, even the emperor himself was included. This mountain and river is indeed worthy of these lives.

But understanding and wonder are one thing, and acting is another.

"It's just that no matter how precious a legacy is, it's just a legacy." Wei Ze whispered, "If death really comes, no matter how dazzling spiritual things will one day be wiped out, then it is better to collect relics than to consider leaving them behind. The power of the world, fight for that ray of vitality. The real "inheritance" should belong to people-every living person can become a carrier of "inheritance"."

These words were not addressed to Zu Long, but to a void, like speaking to a certain non-existent ancestor across time and space.

But just listening, Zu Long couldn't help but move in his heart. The threat just now was within his imagination, but his words really shocked him.

With the pride of the emperor, if it is not true that the fate is hard to violate, how can he easily disarm?

Wei Ze must also know this, but he still said this. How arrogant and arrogant people do they think they can solve a problem that hasn't been solved by the emperor through the ages?

But it happened to be this person, who had obtained that kind of authority... and, instead of becoming an emperor, he became a so-called "teacher".

Zu Long looked at Wei Ze in front of him. If he had been deterred only because of power suppression, then what he felt now was true curiosity.

What does this man want to do? With his "students"...with those ant-like pawns?

"What are you going to do?" Zu Long asked in a deep voice.

"Don't do anything~www.wuxiamtl.com~Wei Ze shook his head," just said that he would give you a death because you almost killed my student. But now, I changed my mind. "

"You, like Shi Huang, are the guardians of this place. Your existence allows this brilliance to be passed down to this day. In this sense, you are the hero of immortality and the guardian of civilization. I am not qualified to kill this. A hero who has guarded for a thousand years."

Zulong's eyes widened slightly, just now he couldn't see through Wei Ze's cultivation, but now he couldn't even understand his thoughts.

"The mountains and rivers are indeed beautiful. Since this is what Shi Huang wanted to keep, then let them stay here according to his wishes."

Wei Ze stretched out his hand to the dragon head again, but this time a halo of spiritual power floated on that hand.

"I will give you a certain amount of spiritual power. In this way, you no longer need foreign soul blood to stay alive." Wei Ze said, "Of course, it will also imprison you here and continue to fulfill your responsibility of guarding. You will stay in this world in the midst of this long age, guarding this piece of inheritance."

These words are still very thin, but they can't be disobeyed. Ancestral Dragon can only hang there, watching that hand full of spiritual power move towards the dragon's head, although it is not big, it exudes a sense of vastness.

Is that all there is to be...

For a while, Zu Long couldn't tell whether this was a gift or cruelty, and only allowed the spiritual power to be transmitted to him.

But just before touching the dragon's head, the hand suddenly stopped.

In front of him, Weize suddenly stopped moving. Since entering this space, there was a vibration in his eyes for the first time.

Because, he saw--because of his existence, cracks appeared one after another around the world of mountains and rivers.

Under the impact of his spiritual power, the small world in this tomb is shattering!