Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 948
Name: Proud Heart!
Origin: Inherited by 24 literati!
How to use: Take the country's luck as the source, integrate it into the body of civil servants, and obtain the inheritance of the sages!

Note: Only the literati with a proud heart can integrate the 'Proud Godhead', please choose the host carefully!

In the imperial study room, after reading the introduction of the system, Qin Wudao was so excited that his breathing was a little short.

The inheritance that belongs to the humanities has finally been born!
Oncidium!

Doesn't it represent the power of literati?
"System, can Yu Qian integrate the 'Proud Heart'?"

Qin Wudao asked.

Among the civil servants in the Great Qin Heavenly Court, there are different personalities, but Yu Qian is the only one who is famous all over the world for his arrogance, which has been passed down through the ages.

Because of his arrogance, even though he was smashed to pieces, he still remained innocent in the world.

"can!"

"System, give Yu Qian the integration of 'Proud Heart'!"

After hearing the answer, Qin Wudao ordered decisively.

The voice fell.

The void in front of Dao God Qin Wu split open, and a group of white crystals emerged, the size of a fist, filled with lingering talents and profound Taoist writings.

A mighty aura emanated from the crystal, ignoring time and covering the universe.

For a moment, a sea of ​​literature appeared in the sky of the imperial capital, and a literati with blurred complexion, bright eyes, and elegant temperament emerged.

He stands in the sky, proud forever.

"This... belongs to our inheritance!"

In the Yizheng Pavilion, Zhuge Liang, Xiao He, Guo Jia, Wang Yangming and other literati raised their heads and looked at the boundless sea of ​​literature, revealing a trace of excitement and anticipation.

Under everyone's gaze, the 'Proud Godhead' broke through the air, flew into the sea of ​​luck in the Great Qin Heavenly Court, and disappeared.

"Unfortunately, it doesn't belong to my inheritance!"

Zhuge Liang said regretfully.

After all, the heavens and myriad worlds are a world where the strong are respected.

He is in charge of a country, with a high position and weight, but he also desires to become stronger, to become the top powerhouse in the Great Qin Heavenly Court, to guard the country, and to become an existence admired by all heavens and myriad worlds.

But with the passage of time, the gap between civil servants and generals is getting wider and wider.

Insufficient strength has almost become a heart disease for all civil servants.

Now, they see hope!

Inside the imperial study.

Qin Wudao didn't know about Wenchen's psychological changes, so he began to search for information about the golden man in the space of the twelve golden men.

Name: Space Golden Man!
Origin: Gather the soldiers of the world, cast twelve golden men, stabilize the country, and protect the country!
How to use: Driven by luck, arrange a formation of twelve golden men!

Note: The strength of the twelve golden men is related to the strength of the country. Currently, the strength of the space golden men is comparable to that of the emperor warrior!
Note: After collecting all the twelve golden men, you can leapfrog and fight!

"With the space golden man, the Great Qin Heavenly Court is equivalent to having an extra strong man sitting in the town, so you don't have to worry about the emptiness in the rear!"

After reading the introduction of the Twelve Golden Men, Qin Wudao smiled and muttered to himself.

At the same time, he began to look forward to the scene of getting the twelve golden men together.

Although he knew it was a long process.

Just like the Kyushu Ding, until now, only the Three Dings have been summoned.

"Luck is here!"

Qin Wudao stood up, walked to the window, and saw a huge force of luck pouring in from all directions, mighty and unstoppable.

"hold head high!"

In the sea of ​​luck.

The Luck Golden Dragon cheered and uttered bursts of happy dragon chant. With a flick of the dragon's tail, it rushed into the sky, devouring a large amount of luck.

In the blink of an eye, the body of a thousand-mile dragon has become a giant of a thousand-mile dragon.

Far beyond the limit of Xianting luck!
Rumble!
The sea of ​​luck boiled, splashing purple light all over the sky, and sprinkled it in the territory of the Great Qin, creating infinite fortune.

"This is luck!"

"Everyone retreat!"

Looking at the familiar scene, countless Daqin people were excited. They immediately put down their work, sat cross-legged, performed exercises, devoured food, and absorbed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Soon, there were powerful auras that shot straight into the sky.

"It's time to advance to Xianting!"

Sensing the transformation of the people of Great Qin, Qin Wudao carried his hands on his back, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a slight smile.

In fact, with the strength of the Great Qin Heavenly Court, it has long been able to advance to the Immortal Court. The only shortcoming is that the national strength is slightly weaker.

But this problem cannot be solved in a short time.

It takes a long time to accumulate.

After all, it has been less than 500 years since the Great Qin Heavenly Court ascended to the heavens and worlds, so it lacks foundation.

"Yangzhou Ding, come out!"

After the luck of Dongjitian and other Great Thousand Worlds poured into the Daqin Heavenly Court, there were faint signs of overflowing. Qin Wudao waved his hand, and a celestial light flew out and landed in the sea of ​​luck.

In the vast luck, an ancient tripod stands tall.

Holy light.

Carved with mountains, rivers, birds and beasts, terrain and rivers, revealing the supreme breath.

"town!"

In the dark, an ancient and sacred voice resounded through the sky.

A majestic deity stood on the Yangzhou cauldron, squeezed his hands, and erupted with mysterious power, calming the violent and boiling sea of ​​luck.

"As for this Bingxian Godhead, give it to Han Xin!"

Qin Wudao took out the 'Soldier Immortal Godhead', braving the blood, emitting a terrible general, like an invincible general, commanding thousands of troops to conquer the world.

With a throw of his right hand, the godhead broke through the air and fell into the sea of ​​luck.

"Next, wait for the Moyu clan to exterminate!"

After handling the treasure, Qin Wudao smiled coldly, his eyes were fierce.

Devil Rain Clan!
Located in Heishuitian Great Thousand World!

The environment in this vast world is relatively harsh, with dark clouds piling up all day long, the sun is not visible, torrential rains are pouring, and floods are raging like beasts.

If it's just raining, it's nothing.

The key is that it is raining black, which is highly corrosive and has a faint magic energy, so it is not suitable for living beings.

But it is such an environment that breeds a special race.

That is the Demon Rain Clan.

They bathe in the black rain, absorb the devil's energy, and practice the devil's kung fu. They are considered to be the branches of the devil race.

"Is this the group that made His Majesty want to kill?"

On this day, as usual, all the Heishui people found a higher place to practice in the black rain.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, mixed with endless evil spirit, forming a killing wind, sweeping across the world, causing the temperature to drop suddenly.

Between heaven and earth, a terrifying murderous aura emerged, dyeing the world red.

The black rain turned red!

The dark clouds turned red!

The magic energy also turned red!
"Who?"

In the central hall.

Mo Yu patriarch sensed the murderous intent, his body pierced through the air, and he looked at the void above his head with an incomparably dignified expression.

The magic is rolling.

The mid-term aura of the Immortal Emperor was fully exposed.

Rumble!
There was a loud bang in response to Mo Yu's patriarch, and then, the sky shattered, and a magnificent fairy city emerged, the whole body was bloody, with a murderous aura, suppressing the world.

Above the Immortal City, the roads of killing spread across the sky.

In the fairy city, a soldier stood wearing blood armor, with an indifferent expression and no emotion, like an executioner who came out of hell and washed the world with blood.

On the city tower, Bai Qi stood upright, condescending, overlooking countless members of the Moyu tribe.

In a pair of eyes, there is nothing but killing.

Beside him, stood a literati with firm eyes, lacking a bit of elegance, but more aggressive.

(End of this chapter)