“Hahahahahaha….”

"Shut up!"

"Ha ha ha ha....."

"I told you to shut up!!!"

"Hahahahahahahahaha... King Qin, you are worthy of it?"

It seemed that he had laughed enough, and the man in the gorgeous clothes finally stopped laughing. After saying something mocked Li Liang, he suddenly exerted force on his hand!

The next second, Li Liang, who had just grabbed his wrist, was thrown away!!!

"We are the King of Qin, and we are granted the seal of heaven to test the emperor's bloodline.

Not to mention being born noble, but the title of King Qin is not something that any cat or dog can afford to be worthy of!"

As the man in the Chinese clothing finished speaking, the entire mercury lake suddenly boiled in an instant, and there was undoubtedly a few heavy mercury rising up, turning into a huge magic bird with an unknown wingspan, relying on the man in the Chinese clothing.

However, under this vast and fierce power, a puzzling sadness appeared in the eyes of the man in the gorgeous clothes.

"Is this Daqin still undead?"

He seemed to be asking Li Liang, or he seemed to be talking to himself.

The mercury bird that accompanied him was now staring at Li Liang, who had been knocked down under the mercury lake in the distance, in the posture of a predator.

Just wait for the man in the gorgeous clothes to give the order, it will chase after him and swallow the man who is so arrogant that he claims to be the King of Qin!!!

However, the intention of the Mercury Divine Bird was ultimately unfulfilled.

After sighing for a while, the man in the gorgeous clothes found Zhao Yang standing sideways next to the river bank in the distance.

Waving his hand, he didn't know what the man in the gorgeous clothes had done. A crack with twists and danger appeared in front of him.

Take one step forward.

The next second, a man in a gorgeous dress appeared beside Zhao Yang.

Bang.

There was almost no room for fighting back, and Zhao Yang, who was still in the innate realm, was beaten away by him.

After two rotten stones collapsed, Zhao Yang fell to the ground.

"So weak!"

A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. The man in the gorgeous clothes stared at Zhao Yang who was beaten away by him and said, "Is my Qin Dynasty so declining to such an extent? Can you invade the place where the Qin imperial tomb is located at the level of a mere soldier?"

"Ahem...Puff... Cough... Master Fusu said jokingly. Your Great Qin has been dead for more than two thousand years."

Getting up from the ground, Zhao Yang's soul-dividing wiped the blood spurted from his mouth and nose, endured the pain in his chest and abdomen, and said.

"Dead?"

"Um."

"You recognize the Lone King?"

"Can guess."

"Haha, you're quite a bit of knowledge."

The man in the gorgeous clothes chuckled, not seeming to think that there was anything strange about Zhao Yang guessing his identity.

As for hearing Zhao Yang's words "The Qin Dynasty is destroyed", he expected it.

However, Li Liang's words that "proclaimed himself" to the King of Qin really surprised him.

After being discovered, Fusu lost interest in chatting with Zhao Yang. He changed into a lofty expression on his face, and asked a question like a god.

"The Qin Dynasty was dead, but the Lone King had already resurrected. While the only time left, the Lone King still had to calculate the revenge of the country's destruction.

Let’s talk about it, who destroyed Qin at the beginning?

Should I be the remnants of the six kingdoms rushing in civil strife, or should my unscrupulous brother, the descendants he gave birth to?”

“…”

Zhao Yang could not answer this.

How did Daqin forget?

In short, the cause of the destruction of the country is only the two items mentioned in Resurrection.

The son of the First Emperor understood more than anyone else, but he still asked. Now that the people who destroyed Qin had died for countless years, he asked what he wanted to do?

He was just a soul splitting himself, and Zhao Yang's knowledge of soul splitting could not make him guess and understand the thoughts of this eldest son Fusu.

However, Fusu's next move made a layer of white hair sweat behind him.

I saw Fusu lifting it casually.

The next second, a breath that could make the earthly immortals tremble began to come from the position where Fusu held it.

A stone gate covered with furnishing murals of ghosts and gods rose slowly behind him...

"I am the name of Fusu, the son of the First Emperor, and I promised that the ghosts and gods of the underworld come to see you quickly!"

With a light shout, the next second, the Xuanhei door behind it suddenly opened a corner.

hiss.....

ha.....

Woo...

The heavy sound of dragging the foot sounded from behind the illusory but still standing tall door of the folding fan.

A little time has passed.

After continuing to fight and chew, a gust of blood surged out of the gap in the door.

Blood stain.

It has endless spiritual energy, and ordinary people can prolong their life by taking a breath.

However, such blood stains that were almost like spiritual objects made Fusu frown in front of the door, turned around and slapped him in the air!

Bang.

Invisibly, the thing behind the door started to wail. When Zhao Yang heard the ghost cry that had been almost tortured, he couldn't help but shivered.

Evil, this Fusu eldest son is so weird!

But Fusu, who made the punishment casually, only spit out a word from his mouth.

"dirty."

As the word came out, the huge door suddenly closed, as if he didn't want the "dirty" aura behind the door, which made Fusu unhappy.

At this moment, Fusu turned his head appropriately and looked at Zhao Yang's soul.

"Tell me, you should have a record of who they are.

Tell them out.

Since you dare to rebel against our Great Qin, you must be prepared to bear the anger of the Lone King.”

After Fusu said this in a plain tone, he stood in front of the door for a long time, waiting for Zhao Yang's soul-sharing reply.

Strange.

silence.

After a little time, Zhao Yang spit out a name from his soul-dividing mouth.

"Chen Sheng..."

"Did you hear it?"

In front of the door, Fusu whispered coldly.

Then, there was only a roar coming from behind the illusory gate.

It was probably less than a cup of tea that passed, and a few dying scolding came from behind the door again.

The door opened again.

A figure that was so illusory that it was thrown by an invisible strange hand at Fusu's feet.

"Chen Sheng?"
Chapter completed!