Chapter 475

Standing on the side, Qin Yang's breathing quickened as he watched the scene unfold before him.

With a wave of one's hand, erasing the 'inscriptions' left by the monarchs and nobles over the past two thousand years was a mysterious act that surpassed the level of the traditional power attribute.

After all, many of the inscriptions left by the monarchs and nobles were no longer there. What had just appeared and been erased was actually the aura left behind by those people.

"I set up an army to slay the immoral, to destroy the rebellious breath. Martial waste violent rebellion, civil restoration innocent, common heart subdued …

… Men enjoy their chores, women cultivate their careers, everything in order. Benefit from the various properties, long come to the field, all are at peace.

Ministers recite, please carve this stone, to show your etiquette. "

The 'Poems at the Gate of Jieshi' depicted the life achievements of the First Emperor. Now, these words seemed to come alive and began to tremble and twist. Vaguely, one could see the figure of the man two thousand years ago looking at the vast sea.

"Unfilial son, Fu Su, please listen to me, Imperial Father!"

Jie Ling spread his arms and knelt down. For a moment, the entire Jieshi Mountain began to howl with chilly wind and the temperature immediately dropped.

"Fu Su?" Qin Yang heard this name. Could it be that the person in front of him was the Eldest Young Master of the Qin Kingdom? The Fu Su who was ordered to commit suicide by Zhao Gaojiao?

Qin Yang felt that this was a big joke, but who would be so bored to come to him and make such a joke?

To be able to hide so well in front of him and make such a big move, he must at least be an elite among the high-level audience. Was he so bored that he came to make fun of him?

However, other than the chilly wind, Jie Ling's salute seemed to have no response. A desolate atmosphere began to spread.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The great empire of the past was now only left with traces of rubble. Even the souls of the terracotta soldiers had disappeared without a trace.

Jie Ling's face showed a trace of shame, but not too much sorrow. He slowly spread his hands on the ground, and with an indifferent and resolute posture, he raised his hands from bottom to top, as if he was holding something invisible and untouchable.

Gradually, cracks began to appear on Jie Lin's skin, and there were faint traces of blood seeping out of the cracks. It was as if his body was about to collapse.

Qin Yang had a feeling that this phrase was referring to him, and right now, wasn't he just watching an immortal play chess?

There were too many unknowns, too many things that he didn't understand, but he had no way to solve them. He could only stand by the side and watch everything happen in a daze.

Moreover, as the person who called himself 'Fu Su' gradually raised his hands, illusory figures appeared around him. The real and the illusory started to interweave.

The modern buildings in the vicinity of Jieshi Mountain began to slowly disappear, replaced by a kind of desolation, as if they had returned to ancient times. In the distance, those pavilions and small buildings could be faintly seen, bringing with them a kind of dreamy and illusory feeling.

In the illusion, Qin Yang saw a white-haired old man in a long robe slowly walking towards him. This old man wasn't wearing a Daoist robe, but the style was very similar to one. Although Qin Yang couldn't see the old man's features clearly, the aura he exuded was so otherworldly that no one would dare to blaspheme him.

Jie Ling's eyes were naturally open. He watched the old man slowly walk towards him, his eyes showing the nostalgia of meeting an old friend. However, the old man passed right through him.

He,

Could not see him.

Even he,

Could not see him?

Qin Yang saw that there seemed to be something behind the old man, but the old man himself was already blurry enough. Naturally, the things behind him were even more blurry. There seemed to be a sea of black things that looked like coffins.

The old man knelt down in front of the projection of 'Jieshi Gate Ci'. His mouth opened, as if he was saying something, but his voice did not come out from the projection.

Qin Yang subconsciously took a few steps forward. He instinctively wanted to obtain more information. Ordinary people also had curiosity, but to a listener, collecting such information was sometimes an instinct.

"Back then, Emperor Father asked you to bring them … where did they go …"

"Pfft …"

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Jie Ling's mouth.

The surrounding illusions also completely disappeared at this moment, as if they had never existed. Jieshi Mountain was still Jieshi Mountain, just like two thousand years ago, it still sat here.

Jie Ling staggered to his feet and covered his forehead with one hand.

For some reason, Qin Yang felt that the pressure that the person in front of him had always given him seemed to have disappeared. When his passenger turned around to face him, he immediately said,

"I remember now, you are Jie Ling!"

In the circle of listeners, there were actually many people who knew each other. Especially when one's strength increased, as the circle became narrower, they could basically be nodding acquaintances. Qin Yang had interacted with Jie Ling before. Moreover, Jie Ling had a boss by his side, which made him the envy of many people.

"Help me find a quiet place to rest …" Jie Ling said uncomfortably, "It would be best if you could help me set up an array formation. Do you know how?"

Qin Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Contact the nearby experienced people who know how to set up arrays and ask them to come here … Damn it, you want to come out again? I want to see who can refine who!"

Jie Ling's eyes showed two completely different colors, as if he was having an extremely intense struggle. But at this moment, his body seemed to have been sucked dry, and he directly fell to the ground.

Qin Yang hesitated for a moment, but still carried Jie Ling down the mountain.

He had a vague feeling that what he saw today might be even more unbelievable than what happened in the story world.

…

"Great Gale! Great Gale! Great Gale! Great Gale!!!!! "

The low roars that could topple the mountains and overturn the seas brought with it an overwhelming and austere atmosphere. In the middle of the army formation, Su Bai felt like he was in a furnace. The surrounding atmosphere constantly stimulated his soul, forcing him to integrate into this army.

This was no longer an army, but a giant war beast made up of individual soldiers with a unified consciousness. Here, everyone's thoughts would be gathered, infected, and forcibly gathered together.

A dragon carriage slowly descended from the sky. Later emperors also learned from the First Emperor and called themselves the True Dragon Son of Heaven, and their carriages were also called dragon carriages. But now, what Su Bai saw was a real five-clawed golden dragon acting as a horse, pulling the carriage forward. However, this five-clawed golden dragon's body was filled with a deathly aura, and it was no longer as mighty as before.

The screen on the dragon carriage slowly opened, and a man in a black dragon robe walked out. This man, Su Bai had seen before in the memory of an ancient vampire.

The First Emperor … Ancestral Dragon!

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!!!!! "

In an instant, all the soldiers knelt down on one knee and shouted "Long live the Emperor". Su Bai instinctively wanted to stand, but at this moment, it was as if tens of thousands of hands were pressing down on him, forcing him to kneel. This made Su Bai's body lose control, and he knelt down on one knee.

Now, Su Bai was in a daze, like he was half-dreaming. But Su Bai felt that if he was completely awake and his physical body was here, he would not have the ability to resist. This was a kind of general trend, an extremely terrifying aura, or it could be said — — the True Dragon's Might.

Ancestral Dragon stood above, his gaze sweeping down. Su Bai really wanted to raise his head and look at the First Emperor. Curiosity? Idolatry? Respect? There were all kinds of emotions, but Su Bai just could not raise his head.

Su Bai did not know what kind of feeling it was to have tens of thousands of Hu Ben, whose strength was equivalent to the Advanced Audience, kneeling in front of him. He did not even dare to think about it.

Then, there was a long period of silence. Tens of thousands of Hu Ben still knelt on one knee, and the Ancestral Dragon above did not speak, nor did he ask everyone to stand up. It was so quiet all around that one could hear a pin drop.

Su Bai's face was covered with sweat. This majestic pressure and suffocating feeling made him feel at a loss. Chen Ru had once said that she could help Su Bai suppress the sharpness of the newly advanced, but compared to the current situation, Chen Ru's methods were completely inferior. There was no need to fight at all, and he had already been swept by the general trend to the point that his confidence and good feeling as a Advanced Audience had been completely crushed.

Silence … silence … silence … still silence …

Su Bai's breathing began to become more and more rapid, and the pressure began to approach his critical point. He knew that once he could not hold on, then this "state" that he had entered with the Yin soldiers would collapse.

If he collapsed just like that, how was he going to explain it to Monk Fatso and the others later?

Could he say that he had worked so hard to sneak in, and would come out satisfied after coming in and kowtowing to the Emperor?

"Valiant Old Qin, face the national calamity together!"

Finally, the Ancestral Dragon spoke. His voice seemed to have a special magic that could penetrate one's eardrums and directly shake one's heart.

"Valiant Old Qin, face the national calamity together!

We will not stop until the blood is drained! "

Tens of thousands of Hu Ben shouted together, and everyone's eyes were filled with a kind of bloodthirsty eagerness!

The Ancestral Dragon's face was a little gloomy and sorrowful, but he still took out a sword hanging on the outside of the dragon carriage and stabbed it at the Five-clawed Golden Dragon under his feet.

The Five-clawed Golden Dragon let out a weak wail, and then dragon blood began to spill out.

The sky seemed to be raining blood, dripping onto the bodies of the soldiers below.

"Valiant Old Qin, face the national calamity together!"

"We will not stop until the blood is drained!"

At this moment, Su Bai found that the soldiers around him had all stood up, and while shouting war songs, they raised their weapons and stabbed into the bodies of their comrades.

The entire army …

At this moment, it seemed to have become a terrifying Shuraba!

What the hell was going on!

A stream of hot blood splattered on Su Bai's face, dyeing Su Bai's vision scarlet. However, the crazy killing around him was far from over!