Vol 2 Chapter 473 Qin Shang
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The body of a black dragon that covers the sky, spans the sky,
If ordinary people saw this strange scene, they would have fainted from fright, but the emperor was very calm, he pointed his sword to the sky, and scolded: “I am the ancestor dragon, and you and other demons also call themselves Zunlong?
Take my sword! ”
“arrogant!”
The Heavenly Fierce Beast Dragon Lord spewed out a mouthful of black flames and attacked the emperor.
The black flame that could burn everything, did not melt the sword of the emperor, but was swayed by its sword, but the remaining black flame burned the emperor’s clothes, and his arm was burned.
Upon seeing this, the dragon roar roared again, a black flame followed by another, forming a fire curtain that filled the sky and rushed towards the face.
The emperor was furious.
With the sword in his hand raised to the sky, he shouted, “Heaven and man are one!”
Immediately, the sword plunged into the ground.
A huge phantom figure appeared behind the emperor, and a mysterious golden dragon was born, facing the black dragon far away.
The mysterious golden dragon spit out golden flowing clouds, the flames collided with the clouds, the golden darkness was clear, hissing and gasification, the clouds and mists lingered in the mountains, like a fairyland…
Dragon against dragon.
The emperor made a bold move.
Wang Jian flew up, fissioned with one sword, and turned into a sword rain. With the guidance of a gesture of the emperor, the sword rain flew towards the sky, the beast and the dragon master, as if the king of the battlefield gave an order, thousands of troops galloped past, attacking the enemy army. .
The main body of the beast dragon is already fighting against the Xuanjinlong, and the clone is weak. At this moment, he can only rely on the physical body to resist the king sword.
The sharpness of Wang Jian exceeded his prediction, and blood marks were drawn one after another on his huge dragon body.
The Heavenly Fierce Beast Dragon Lord was a little surprised.
Unexpectedly, over the years, this clone of myself has grown to such a terrifying level… Is it because of luck?
If I knew earlier, I should have accepted him! It seems that there is only a temporary retreat.
After resigning in his heart, the Heavenly Fierce Beast Dragon Lord no longer had any nostalgia for the battlefield, so he turned around and retreated.
The emperor behind him shouted loudly, “Don’t even think about getting out of your body!”
Wang Jian flew over again, chasing after the body of the black dragon.
“Damn, I’ll be back!”
The Heavenly Fierce Beast and Dragon Lord flew away, the dark clouds retreated, and the rising sun on Mount Tai was radiant!
“Next time we meet, I will kill you… my sixth avatar.”
After the black dragon was gone, the emperor held the golden emperor sword in his hand, and his body was shaky, leaning on the ground with the sword, barely supporting his body.
“Black Dragon… Is all this just a dream, or is it an omen of the gods?”
The throat was sweet, and blood almost gushed out.
The emperor gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood in his mouth.
He hadn’t felt such a powerful sense of oppression on the enemy for many years.
In this battle, although it seems that he has a slight victory, only he knows how difficult it is to win.
The emperor held his chest and kept coughing.
“Cough cough… Sure enough, it’s already a bit reluctant. Time is really the most ruthless and cruel poison in the world… My body is no longer enough to support the next battle of this level.”
“Da Qin’s eternal life… Can I still see it?”
“…”
…………
Since Mount Tai was enshrined in Zen, the emperor found that his body became weaker and weaker, and that battle still left the roots of disaster.
In the huge palace, he sat alone on the dragon chair.
At his feet, there is a person kneeling down.
The man wore the robe of an alchemist and was subject to the emperor’s coercion.
“Xu Fu, I’m already old. Recently, I feel that my body is not as good as before.”
“Your Majesty, I heard that there are immortal mountains outside the East China Sea. I would like to cross the sea to find immortals for Your Majesty, and seek the elixir of immortality!”
“Oh, is there really an elixir in this world?” the emperor asked himself.
There is no answer.
But no answer is the best answer.
Now, he has no choice.
Daqin, can’t live without him.
He wants to live and lay down a big territory.
Under the whole world, all are Qin flags!
“Xu Fu, I ordered you to search for immortal traces… Not only you, but I will also dispatch all alchemists in Daqin to explore the four seas and eight wastelands, seek immortals and ask for medicine, until the immortals are found!”
“Yes, Your Majesty, Wei Chen takes orders.”
“…”
Since the dragons exist, the immortals should also exist…
right?
Gu also
…
A large number of alchemists left Xianyang City and spread all over the Kyushu under the Daqin rule.
Over the years, many alchemists have refined medicines, searched for medicines to pay tribute, and the emperor also ate a lot of so-called “supplements”.
The accumulation of toxins makes the body age at a faster rate.
Long live! Long live!
Unfortunately, I can’t see it anymore!
“There may really be immortals and aliens in this world, but I… should have no relationship with them, right?”
“What alchemist, it’s just a trick to deceive people!”
That day, blood flowed into rivers.
The emperor was furious, and all the alchemists in Xianyang city were empty, and they all escorted out of the city to cover them up.
Countless bamboo slips were thrown into the flames and burned.
The flames are burning.
The flames burned away the tricks of the alchemists, burned away the years, and burned up half of the emperor’s life.
The missing historical data may be forever silent in the long river of time.
Those buried truths, I don’t know if there will be a day when they will be seen again.
“The dream of longevity is empty after all… Come on, come on! I want to see how you devoured me!”
The emperor murmured softly, his voice still full of domineering domineering.
The Emperor’s Eastern Tour.
It is rumored in the world that the emperor is looking for traces of immortals and elixir of life.
But only he knows what he is looking for…
Since there is no hope for longevity, after all, a handful of loess~www.readmtl.com~ come on.
Emperor, there is nothing to fear.
He is fighting…to fight with “death”.
Searching all over the world, looking for the black dragon on the top of Mount Tai that year.
Complete that unfinished battle.
In the carriage, the emperor said, “Zhao Gao, where is this place?!”
Outside the car, a man dressed as an **** said sharply, “Go back to Your Majesty, we will soon arrive at the Dune Palace.”
“Oh, dunes…”
The emperor murmured and fell asleep in the carriage.
into a dream.
In the dream, the emperor’s soul slowly ascended to the sky and floated among the clouds.
In the cloud as white as cotton, a black dragon is looming, slowly transforming into a human form.
The two figures were both dressed in black dragon robes.
“I’m coming.”
“Well, I know… your appearance is the same as that year on Mount Tai, but I am already old…”
“Humans are like mayflies, their lifespans are short.”
“Is it the same with the emperor?”
“All beings are.”
“…”
The emperor pulled out a soul sword and rushed towards the black-robed Heavenly Fierce Beast Dragon Lord.
“Ugh……”
Above the sky, the wind and clouds shook.
On that day, the emperor died.
Perhaps as the prophecy said, “Ancestral Dragon will be divided when he dies.”
Zulong is dead, I don’t know how long this shaky Daqin can last…
…………
Royal Nest.
The Heavenly Fierce Beast Dragon Lord looked at his empty palm, and in a trance, he saw a black dragon phantom in his hand that night three thousand years ago…
Reminds me of the king of the world.
Reminds me of the top of Mount Tai in that year.
“Everything in the world is mine!”
He didn’t respond to him at the time.
At this moment, the Heavenly Fierce Beast Dragon Lord smiled.
“Unfortunately, no one can resist the torrent of time…”