Kyushu: Prince Qin, his understanding is against the sky!

Ying Zheng smiled, his eyes filled with relief.

Then.

Ying Zheng was a little shocked when he thought of the two Heavenly Spiritual Roots and the two Earthly Spiritual Roots in Da Qin.

"Zixiu, I remember you told me that you only have Tianlinggen, right?"

Ying Zixiu nodded.

As far as spiritual root qualifications are concerned, he is indeed only a Heavenly Spiritual Root.

The Tianling root is at its peak, and there is no higher qualification.

Ying Zheng said with emotion.

"Zixiu, I really don't know how you got those eyes.

“On the battlefield, soldiers are like gods.

"When you travel across Kyushu, you can find so many rare and unique civil servants and generals."

Ying Zheng said with emotion, this is not pretending.

He met Zhang Liang, Zhuge Liang, Chen Qingzhi and others.

These are the team members that Ying Zixiu now has under his command.

Most surprising.

It’s Ying Zixiu’s team, all of them are actually extraordinary.

Ying Zixiu smiled modestly.

He just relied on his knowledge of history to take the lead in intercepting these people in advance.

Otherwise, in the future, they will definitely shine in Kyushu.

As soon as the words changed, Ying Zixiu looked at Ying Zheng.

"Father, do you know the past history of my Kyushu?"

Although the history of Kyushu was confirmed by Lao Zhu, Li Yuanba, and Li Bai.

But Ying Zixiu still had to make sure again with Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng is the only person he absolutely trusts.

When Ying Zheng heard this, his eyes suddenly froze.

What Ying Zixiu asked was definitely not the history recorded in the records.

Rather, it is the true history hidden under the torrent of time.

Looking at Ying Zixiu, Ying Zheng nodded.

"I am also prepared to tell you what I have learned when you come to see me again."

Ying Zheng frowned and spoke in a deep voice, slowly telling Ying Zixiu about the past eras of Kyushu.

After saying that, Ying Zheng's face was filled with emotion.

"This matter was told to me by my father, King Qin Zhuangxiang."

"At that time, when I learned about these things, I was in disbelief. I didn't expect that Kyushu would be larger and more vast than I imagined."

Ying Zheng said, Ying Zixiu's face darkened.

If there really is an ancient mythological era, the Great Xia Era, the Great Zhou Era, the Great Shang Era, and the Great Han Era in Kyushu.

So, why are there no immortal cultivators from the ancient mythological era that have survived to this day?
Why do people abandon the path of immortality and practice martial arts?

What are the reasons for these?
Why did Daxia, Dazhou, and Dashang perish?

Is it really what it seems?
Ying Zixiu couldn't help but think of luck.

When the Qing Dynasty fell, part of the destiny turned into a backlash, and part was divided among the four kingdoms.

Luck, a mysterious and extraordinary thing, is elusive even to Ying Zixiu.

He felt that during the next period of time, he should do more research on the illusory luck.

Ying Zixiu came back to his senses, looked at Ying Zheng in front of him, smiled and asked.

"Father, I have one more thing to ask you."

Ying Zheng nodded.

"You said."

Ying Zixiu said in a deep voice.

"Where is the tomb of Bai Qi, the former murderer of Great Qin?"

He had been secretly searching for this matter, but could not find any clues.

Bai Qi was clearly stabbed to death by King Qin Zhaoxiang.

A dignified and powerful man committed suicide.

This is unacceptable to Ying Zixiu.

Bai Qi, that is the God of Killing in the Qin Dynasty, the first transcendent in the true sense of the Qin Dynasty.

However, he died unjustly.

So whether it’s Bai Qi’s fame in history or the injustice he suffered.

Ying Zixiu must resurrect him and bring him back to the world.

And since he can't find out about this matter now, he can only ask Ying Zheng.

This is likely to be important information that was only passed down orally between kings as in the history of Kyushu.

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes upon hearing this.

"Zixiu, why are you asking this?" He was a little curious about Ying Zixiu's purpose in asking this.

Ying Zixiu said without hiding anything.

“Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty used martial arts as a cultivator to create immortal tombs of the Han Dynasty.

"As for me, martial arts is still far away from the realm of Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty, but immortality has completely surpassed him.

"I think that building a fairy tomb belonging to our Great Qin can be regarded as a big trump card for our Great Qin's future."

Ying Zheng's eyes suddenly widened, and then he shook his head with emotion.

"Zixiu, I really did not misjudge you."

He didn't even think about whether Da Qin could copy the Han Dynasty's Immortal Tomb.

But Ying Zixiu actually thought of everything.

Ying Zheng nodded and said calmly.

"I know the location of Bai Qi's tomb. It was specially built after I took office."

Ying Zixiu's eyes lit up.

Brother Zheng really knows, this is so convenient.

"The tomb of Bai Qi, the God of Death, is in Lishan Mountain."

Ying Zixiu nodded and took notes before leaving the underground palace.

Ying Zheng looked at his back, his eyes filled with relief.

Ying Zixiu, his successor to the Qin Dynasty, is so extraordinary.

Thinking that Zhang Liang, Zhuge Liang, Han Xin, and Fusu were all geniuses with earthly roots.

Ying Zheng smiled again.

"Three years later, maybe they can all advance to the Nascent Soul stage, right?

"We, Da Qin, will have four more extraordinary beings?

"And the martial arts of those generals..."

Ying Zheng pondered quietly and re-entered practice.

He felt that Da Qin's future was bright.

And he will continue to forge ahead and secretly serve as Da Qin's trump card.

When he is needed again in the future, he will be born and fight for Da Qin again.

……

the other side.

After Ying Zixiu returned to Qin Palace, he didn't bring anyone with him.

Controlling the jet-black flying sword, Ying Zixiu went straight to Lishan Mountain outside the city.

He didn't expect that Ying Zheng would bury Bai Qi in that position.

Not long after, Ying Zixiu arrived on Mount Li.

The powerful spiritual consciousness spreads away.

Ying Zixiu found a tomb a hundred feet underground.

When Ying Zixiu entered it, he saw a long sword stuck at the front of the tomb.

Hero Sword!
Bai Qi's sword.

Bai Qi was proud of this sword.

He also used this sword to kill himself.

Ying Zixiu sighed and walked into the tomb.

There is a shark's lamp in the tomb that burns quietly and will not go out for a long time.

Although the tomb is simple, the materials used are not bad at all.

There are no traps or traps, and there are no thousand-year-old rice dumplings.

Ying Zixiu found a bronze coffin in the center of the tomb.

He pushed gently, and the bronze coffin was pushed open by him, revealing the figure inside.

That was an old man with white hair.

The old man lay quietly in the coffin, with deep regret on his face.

He and the two veteran generals Wang Jian and Lian Po are all different.

Wang Jian carries a kind of thickness of time.

Lian Po is the vicissitudes of time.

And the old man in front of him.

There is more than just thickness and vicissitudes of life in the body.

What's more, there is a strong sense of killing.

That murderous aura made Ying Zixiu look slightly sideways when he saw it.

"Is this the Great Qin Killer God, Lord Wu'an Bai Qi?"

Ying Zixiu looked solemn and closed the bronze coffin.

He took out a storage instrument that he refined and put the coffin into it.

After doing all this, Ying Zixiu came to the entrance of the tomb again, pulled out the heroic sword, and put it into the storage magic weapon. (End of chapter)