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The first sound came from above, very faint, but it actually spread to Wei Ze's ears.

He turned his head and looked, and saw that the sky where the Mingzhu Meeting was suddenly swayed, a crack appeared in the head, and there was nothing in the crack, as if it led to a bottomless void.

...wrong.

Wei Ze's eyes condensed suddenly, and Jin Ying's initial warning rang in his ears again.

——Don't make a move.

——You can't bear it yet.

——Can't bear it in this life.

So, is this the meaning of "unbearable"?

Countless small seams began to appear everywhere in the space, the surrounding pearls were so dark, the golden mountains and the silver sea shook restlessly.

"You..." Ancestral Dragon's voice came, and the dragon **** obviously also noticed the changes around him, "What you said just now, is that true?"

In a short sentence, the shaking became more and more violent, until it turned into a tremor that swept the entire space. The sky collapsed, the mountains and seas boiled, and the seas and seas opened all the way, and the shadows in that seam seemed to lead to Jiuyou.

The map of mountains and seas as the center has undergone abnormal changes, and the external space is naturally inevitable.

At this moment, the entire hall was shaken by flying sand and rocks, and the solid ground was sinking like quicksand. Inside the palace, the golden pillars and jade terraces were smashed, and the embroidered carvings were wiped out. This tomb world, which assembled the power of a dynasty, was corrupted into sand in a few breaths!

As Wei Ze felt, as Zu Long said, it was just a momentary effort, and this glorious dynasty world slipped into irreversible destruction.

Because of his shot just now, the entire underground tomb space, the blessed world left by the entire Great Qin nation, shattered.

Above the space, Wei Ze watched this scene of the collapse of the sky and the earth, his pupils trembling slightly.

Now, he has fully understood the reason why Jin Ying prevented him from making the move.

It's not because his power is not enough to calm the situation in the outside world, but on the contrary, it is precisely because that authority is too arrogant.

It really is the supreme power. In front of his power, this space is as fragile as a glass bottle, and it will collapse at the touch of a touch.

This piece of space is the last legacy of the dynasty of cultivating immortals. It is now accidentally crushed by him, that is to say...

"You destroyed Da Qin's inheritance."

Wei Ze turned around, facing the trembling longan.

He was forcibly tied to guard here by the first emperor, unable to leave by himself. Once the blessed land is destroyed, he will naturally be buried with him.

From the conversation just now, he has found that he cannot understand what Wei Ze is doing and thinking, nor can he understand why he just expressed his admiration for Da Qin a moment ago and said he wanted to keep it, but he did not hesitate the moment later. To destroy it. He couldn't ask Wei Ze even when he was suppressed, he could only accept such a change.

Even if he was threatened by life and death, this dragon **** could still maintain the surface calm, but now, he finally showed his true emotions.

It is not so much a fear as it is sadness.

Despite being forced, he has lived in this ancient mausoleum for thousands of years, accompanied by this last "Chinese" seed. Even if this is just the phantom of death, you can get a glimpse of the magnificence of Da Qin back then.

But now, that dynasty is about to die completely. The last shock of staying in this world was wiped out in front of my eyes-and this was just an accident.

That dynasty imprisoned him for two thousand years, and finally died at this time. He naturally raised his brows and breathed out the evil breath that had accumulated for two thousand years. But at the same time, he will also serve as the tomb guard and become Da Qin's last funeral.

With a flick of a finger, the dynasty turns into sand; the world is so great that only death is an irreversible way. But Yang Yang Daqin's final ending is like this, anyone can't help but sigh.

But fortunately, he was already dead two thousand years ago, and he has lived as a walking corpse so far, so it would be a relief.

Zulong sighed in his heart, and he wanted to close his eyes and die. But before he closed his eyes, he saw Wei Ze in front of him raising his hand to him again, and said in a deep voice.

"I liberate you."

At the moment when the voice was uttered, Zhan Ran white light rushed from him, submerging the heaven and the earth in the stream of light.

......

On the chessboard.

The man bowed his head and glanced at the black general surrounded by a group of soldiers.

He watched this dead end for a long time, and then the corner of his mouth hooked.

"Good walk!"

Before the death, the man actually laughed, vigorously and arrogantly.

"Dare to call soldiers and soldiers into chariots and horses, there is such a junior in China today... so courageous!"

He laughed out loud, then stared at Xie Tianyang in front of him. Despite being suppressed by Xie Tianyang on the chessboard, he seemed to be staring at the young man with interest, with a playful look.

"Break the rules, go against the sky, there are still such arrogant people today." The man smiled, "but the chess game is always going. You break the rules and win this game. How can you think of this rule in the future? After that? If someone breaks this rule and the game is broken, how can someone from the future play?"

Xie Tianyang was startled slightly, but immediately went on to say: "If a rule is broken, then a new rule shouldn't be established."

"Really?" The man nodded, "So, are you really capable of making this new rule now?"

Xie Tianyang choked with a word, and the look in the man's eyes revealed something unusual: "What do you mean?"

"Don't speak arrogantly. You are not a rule, you are just a general on this plate." The man looked at him, "Who is it this time that pushed you out of this step?"

One sentence suppressed all the movement between the boards, and Xie Tianyang looked at the opponent on the opposite side of the chessboard steadily. On the face of this defeated player, he did not see dissatisfaction or shame, but more... liberation.

He opened his mouth several times, but he didn't wait for the language to be organized, but he saw the man suddenly raise his head and muttered in a low voice.

"It seems that the time has come."

The moment the voice fell, a crack in his body suddenly appeared, like a long-eroded stone statue finally collapsed.

It was also at this time that Xie Tianyang fully understood the true meaning of the chessboard-the generals on both sides of the chessboard. When they were drawn into this game, they had the same fate as the generals on the board. If the piece is broken, the player is also broken.

The gap stretched silently but quickly, and he really slowly cracked and shattered like the same thousand-year-old stone statue. In a blink of an eye, the facial features of his face were broken, but the corners of his mouth still had a smile.

"Finally lost."

As if some obsession had disappeared, the man murmured with his eyes down: "The army of the Great Qin finally lost."

Xie Tianyang was shocked by these words on the spot. He bet on his life and finally defeated this sacred opponent, but only in exchange for such a word?

But at this time he couldn't raise any doubts. Because the look on that face was so tired at this time, as if he had been fighting for a thousand years and had not rested, and now he was finally able to leave the battlefield.

"The veteran will fight for Da Qin his whole life, compete in the Central Plains and fight for spiritual veins, but looking back, what is left is nothing but a dead body. Da Qin wants to be the world, but how can this world be considered a world?"

The man shook his head slightly: "As early as when Da Qin sent troops to conquer the Six Nations, I had this doubt-is the emperor's request really the truth on earth? Has Da Qin's way been the wrong way?"

"But the emperor's prestige is beyond my ability. I can only perform my duties as a courtier and hope that the destiny will give me the answer. If such tyranny can exchange Da Qin's depression, it may also make the emperor change his mind, not only looking at the Central Plains, Also drop your ears to listen to the mourning cry of the soul under his seat."

"However, what I have seen is that such a Da Qin has always won many battles, and thousands of souls have been exchanged for the splendor of Kyushu. Everything seems to indicate that the emperor is correct, and only in this way can we obtain the ultimate victory. But... "

When he said this, his expression revealed a little blur, and he stared at the chessboard in front of him, his gaze seemed to penetrate a thousand years of time.

"I've seen Hinako die exhausted in the march of thousands of miles, I have seen generals kill his beloved concubines as eateries, I have seen hunger and hunger, and I have seen... what I saw made me unable to There is no doubt about the way of the emperor. If the way of the emperor is the way of the heaven and the earth, then I always hope that this world and this immortal way can truly change one day... not only will it help the emperor proclaim the emperor, but it will also be a fruit for the common people. ."

When he said this, he sighed softly, raised his head, and looked at the descendants across the chessboard after two thousand three hundred years.

"Shoun Lang, how is this Central Plains now?"

"Are there still wars in China today? Will there be Li people who will be exhausted and killed in military service? Will there be beggars who will freeze to death in the wind and snow? Will there be bones buried under the Great Wall? Old and young women and children get enough Do you have enough food and clothing? Do literati, Confucian scholars and scholars have books to read? The current way of cultivating immortals... has it changed?"

Xie Tianyang was speechless for a while, he stared at this long-dead millennium veteran. At this time, the eyes of the deceased suddenly radiated indescribable heat, earnestly looking forward to answers from future generations.

For this day, he waited for two thousand years, as a dynasty general, he did not even have the qualifications to turn into a Yin soldier.

In his later years before his death, he had retired from the court and hid in the "university". Behind him, he still left the remnant soul guarding this spiritual tool, waiting for the day when the way of the first emperor was denied, and waiting for the day when a new immortal way appeared.

And now he waited.

After a long silence, Xie Tianyang opened his mouth and replied in an unprecedented serious tone.

"It's all changed." He nodded slowly, "No one will die for no reason, everyone can realize their ambitions. The current way of cultivating immortals can be obtained by those who are sincere-this is my school, this is The purpose of the school today."

"Really." The man smiled, the crack in the corner of his mouth extended to his ear, "Then, dare to ask you the name of ‘school’?"

He was already very tired thinking about coming. This lifelong veteran of the army and horse sat alone on the chessboard for two thousand years, and finally ushered in the death he was looking forward to.

Xie Tianyang looked at the gradually chaotic eyes and pondered again.

"Kunlun University." He replied in a low voice, "Kunlun University is the one who taught me this."

"Kunlun University...well, I remember it."

The man muttered these four words in a low voice and smiled softly.

"Then, it will be handed over to you." He said, "Looking forward to the rest of the world, you will have an open road ahead."

His figure gradually became illusory, with cracks all over his body, leaving only the smiling face hanging in the center, bursting into light spots in the sky.

"Qin General Wang Jian, retire first."

......

......

Xie Tianyang suddenly regained consciousness, and there was no one on the other side of the chessboard. The chessboard itself quickly became transparent, and the vertical and horizontal lines swayed up and down.

The atmosphere of the battlefield came again, and the real army and horses stood up between the chess pieces on the board, with the clash of gold and iron, and with the power of the entire space, they rushed towards him like all the army sent out.

As the sound of carriages and horses approached, Xie Tianyang subconsciously raised his arms to block, but didn't want the soldiers and horses to attack, but turned into a torrent just a moment ago, rolling into his hands.

There was a feeling of blazing heat, and his palm seemed to be holding a piece of coal. He squinted to see what was in his palm, but suddenly felt that his body was sinking, and the whole person fell like a fall. When he regained consciousness, he still stood on the bronze On the altar, the bronze figure in front of him was scattered to pieces.

He won the game, so the soul that was forcibly ripped off also returned to his body.

He shook his head vigorously, suddenly remembering something, and hurriedly looked into his hand: In the palm of his palm, a black tiger charm was turning into a deep light, which was the one he just intended to **** from the portrait.

This is...

Before he could think about the situation, he fell to the ground with a violent shaking, and looked up, the surrounding scenery was still the scenery of the mausoleum hall, but the scenery was like Xiaoxiao fallen leaves withered, wind and sand blowing on his face, and the whole space was cracked.

Xie Tianyang's pupils were shocked, and no matter how daring he was, he couldn't help but feel ashamed when faced with such a situation suddenly.

But before he took any action, he saw a white light burst out of his field of vision, and the familiar aura instantly enveloped the entire space, pulling all the scattered figures into the halo range, and then disappearing into this underground space in an instant.

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At the same time, people outside also heard the loud noise of the collapse.

Earthquake-like movement came from the direction of Shihuang Mausoleum, dozens of special vehicles in the driveway honked their horns in unison, and piercing screams resounded over the sky. The heavily armed crowd ran down between the wide open doors, standing among the trembling traffic, looking up.

In the direction of the imperial mausoleum in the distance, billowing dust and smoke rose into the sky~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and the mountains that swelled under the smoke and dust were sinking.

Below that seal is the Shihuang Mausoleum, and now the mountains are sinking, which means the collapse of the underground palace, the disappearance of a world miracle, and the loss is immeasurable. As for the original search and rescue, there is no way to talk about it.

People on the roadside panicked and took out their phones to report the sudden situation to their superiors. In the conversation, they used exaggerated words to describe how they saw the mountain fall apart, but still no one thought, what they witnessed It is the end of a dynasty.

Fortunately, the caving is located in the suburbs, and the strong earthquake caused by the hole will not have a substantial impact on the urban area. What people noticed more was that the dark clouds accumulated in the head finally began to rush. Under the impact of the invisible spiritual power, the clouds above the sky flashed with golden and purple light, drilling in and out of the clouds, like living things, more like gods.

"Dragon! Dragon!" tens of kilometers away, someone yelled, pointing at the strange light in the distance.

Three minutes later, heavy rain fell in Ancheng, washing the whole city, and taking a rest for one day.

In the news bulletin of the day, "Ancheng Heavy Rain" and "Ancheng Dragon Image" were the headlines. Many people believed that it was the Dragon King who sprinkled heavy rain. In the era of aura recovery, this statement is not a complete joke. Some people even seriously analyzed why the Dragon King suddenly came. The most supported argument was to come and drink tea with an old friend of the immortal stationed in Ancheng.

Many people were agitated by this statement, holding up telescopes to observe for a long time looking for the traces of the "dragon", but eventually returned to no avail.

Unsurprisingly, this incident has become one of the resident materials for the reiki resuscitation talk, and many self-media have added fuel and jealousy to this. But in fact, what happened that day can be summarized in just a few words.

On June 3, there was a heavy rain in Ancheng.

On the same day, Daqin fell.