I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

"Bang bang bang."

The heart quickens in vain.

Baitao felt that her demonic heart was extremely nervous.

The pain is painful, standing in the formation is like experiencing the heart-gnawing pain of ten thousand poisons, the liquid on the lips slips, and when you raise your hands and touch them, your hands are all smooth.

But she raised her chin slightly, took two steps forward for a leisurely stroll, and smiled mischievously at Huang Xi on the top of the mountain.

Huang Shi looked puzzled: "In just three moments, you will become a ghost under my hand. How can you still laugh?"

"A few years ago, I let you go. It was really my fault."

"how?"

Huang Shi touched the mask covering half of his face, looked at her with one eye, then looked left and right at the eight soul-calling pans that had been touched, patted his sleeves and said, "You are here to collect debts."

Baitao said calmly: "Yes."

He also looked at her calmly.

The wind surrounded them, and the cold will-o'-the-wisps were still blooming with the wind, enveloping them with a vast and violent oppression. The invisible blades struck each other, and then fell with crackling sounds.

"I really admire you."

"If I had half your power, I would achieve the whole world."

After saying that, Huang Shi turned around and saw a strong storm on the top of the mountain, making his clothes flutter.

For a brief moment, it was like a banished immortal with "the neon is the clothes and the wind is the horse".

Baitao closed her eyes slightly, suppressing the pain all over her body, the wind whistling from her ears, the front line approaching tightly, under the cold moonlight.

She swept forward in the direction of sex, opening her hand bones downward.

She slowly pulled out a soul-calling coil.

The formation trembled non-stop, and the ghost flames that sprang out from the soul-calling pan stuck out its tongue and climbed along the hand bones, as if a huge mouth of the abyss had opened, and the hand bones were instantly chewed until they were white as jade.

At the same time, the demonic power in her body burst out, confronting the power of the Soul-Calling Pan.

Eyes heavy.

As far as the eye can see, there is dizziness in every direction.

Baitao gritted her teeth and fired electricity in the other direction against her blood-stained plain face.

Another soul-calling pan.

Once again.

Blood spat out from her mouth, one of her fox tails was broken behind her, and her whole body was already burning with ghost flames. To fight against it, she had to sacrifice her own cultivation. She stood up with the support of the Soul-Calling Pan on her bone palms, and the blood in her hair flowed smoothly. Eyes watering.

Tick.

Tick.

It fell on the ground and lit up smoke.

After walking for a while, General Xing Wang Ben, who was rolled in blood on the muddy ground, half woke up.

He raised his head and asked her hoarsely: "Who are you?"

Fireworks fell on her eyebrows, and the sharp pain made the fox demon's eyes appear numb.

Baitao's wrist dropped, and blood blossomed on the bone blade, and she said to him: "If we are all still alive and the Qin army is still alive, remember to lead your [-] troops, crush the Wei Kingdom, and capture the King of Wei alive."

Wang Ben's chest rose and fell.

He tried his best to hold the sword and fight alongside her, but even though his muscles and bones were bulging until his joints turned white, he still fell asleep uncontrollably.

The blood line is getting closer.

Like death dragging the harvest scythe.

Baitao didn't need to run to get close to the formation that was pressed down by the Soul-Calling Pan.

One.

Once again.

Blood spat out from his chest, he blinked and stumbled forward again.

She is always afraid of pain, and she does not have those fearless heroic qualities. Mortals are too small but so great, and the infinite in the world can be touched so close.

She loves only what she loves.

The world is united and the world is at peace.

On the top of the mountain, Zheng Guo saw the strong wind below, the fields were red, corpses were everywhere, and the gathering ghosts reached the ninth heaven.

Only the little fox, covered in blood, still wanted to get close to the soul-calling pan, and shouted with splitting eyes: "Auntie, don't touch it, you will die!"

Have you ever seen the shape of the wind?

Unknowingly, the blind girl Cui'er fell into the lush green plants at the bottom of the mountain, and the soft buffer saved her life.

While all eyes were intently watching the feast in front of them, a little blind mortal girl walked into the formation, surrounded by bright fire and heads rolling around her feet.

Follow the source of the wind, enduring the pain of scorching heat and coldness.

She approached the soul-calling pan.

She is just a mortal being.

Just getting close to him made him wet and all his energy was spent.

Her lips were dry and she called out: "Wind, wind, wind."

Murmured lowly.

It is the tenderness that whispers in a lover's ears, and the longing for the man in his heart.

No one answered.

There were layers of underworld people and ghosts surrounding the little fox, like dense insect eggs. They made a "ho ho" sound from their mouths, but they were afraid of the smell of the little fox and did not dare to get close.

Huang Xiang squinted his eyes, and his eyes finally fell on the blind girl. He seemed to have noticed the ant: "I just don't kill women."

As he spoke, a streak of yellow smoke shot out from his hand, like a tail hook swinging a poisonous needle, about to pierce the beautiful figure.

Cui Niang showed no reaction to the danger. She walked in the sea of ​​corpse blood as if she were stepping barefoot into the soft forest and pasture.

Birds are chirping and the fragrance of flowers is filling the air.

Standing not far away is the lover.

"Wind, wind, wind"

"Ho ho."

The underworld person with a hairpin in his throat blocked the blow for her and fell to the ground. The smell of medicine lingered on her body, like the tranquility of sleep. The little woman covered her mouth and tears rolled down her face.

Have you ever seen the shape of the wind?

It spews out from the ground like rising gold, grabbing people into the abyss of death.

"Wind, wind, wind..."

She kept crying, swaying, and moved with the wind, lightly and slowly. The cold flames traced her outline, revealing the bones and blood in her mortal skin.

Unaware of the pain, he put his hot hands on the soul-calling pan.

Then he pulled out hard.

Why do you want to do this?

Before she closed her eyes and endured the devouring, she thought to herself: She probably wanted to make this world less full of people like her and Feng Lang.

Mortals are too small yet so great. The infinite world is yet so close to each other.

In the corner of Bai Tao's eye, he reflected the scene of the woman pulling out the soul-calling pan and burning it to ashes, as if the last sparks exploded under the sky.

She turned her head back.

Dragging three bloody fox tails, enduring the pain of breathing in and out of his nose, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the only soul-calling pan. The pressure in his eyes that collided with the flames was like the golden stamens of a red lotus.

Hehe makes people crawl.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Huang Xi's appearance changed drastically.

Now that all the souls summoned from all directions have gone, the formation has collapsed, and his own strength has also been greatly reduced. The underworld and ghosts inside the formation are like ownerless corpses, colliding, stacking, roaring, and squeezing.

The fox demon in red robes stands in the shadows, like the Phoenix Emperor in Nirvana, the only salvation in the world.

She raised her eyes, her eyes were cold and cold.

With a raise of his hand, Zheng Guo's shackles instantly fell off.

After many years of tacit understanding, he instantly understood what Tao meant, and with a slight movement of his lower limbs, he jumped up and rushed to capture Huang Xi.

Huang Shi wanted to escape.

The sound of wind behind him made him react keenly, and he drew his sword and stabbed Zheng Guo in the face.

Zheng Guo refused to dodge, swept away the sword and threw him to the ground, pressing his sharp claws on his throat, "If you don't kill women, I won't kill anyone either."

The dead trees in the mountains have fallen leaves one after another.

Huang Shi looked directly at him.

"All you have to do is write a letter of understanding."

Zheng Guo's eyes suddenly turned red, "Tell this world that Han Fei did not rape or humiliate women. He just complained about injustice. I will let you live."

"."

The dead leaves fell on his blind eyes. Huang Xi closed his eyes and then opened them again. The veins on his neck twitched, and his voice even contained a naughty provocation, "Who wants to dig deeper and ask for the reason? Compared with Zhao Zhaojun, Qi Qi Qi Ranran's villain is more colorful, what do you think?"

"Crack."

"You are talking nonsense! He is a gentleman!"

After shouting this sentence, Zheng Guo broke his neck with his bare hands.

The demon pupils embedded in the beaver's white jade skin stood up, and you could feel the demon soul emerging from the weasel's fleshy body in your palms.

There is a coolness slowly seeping in, flowing in continuously.

Warm, get hot.

Then offer a pot of hot wine to the monument in your heart.

When Huang Ming was about to die, the white peach underneath accidentally rose up, and circled around the invisible axis like a red butterfly, and then circled, and something was painted on the fingertips.

From bottom to top, sometimes left and sometimes right.

Drag out a string of golden runes.

This is Tushan Secret Technique.

"Little guy, you have to know that it's better to clear things up than to block them." My brother's voice seemed to ring in my ears, with an ethereal tone.

She held her palms together and slowly opened them, surrounded by clear water columns that solidified into an eight-foot-long sword.

Draw the heart of the river as a handle, and use the soul to mold the body.

This is the Lu Lu Sword that was extracted and reforged.

Baitao opened her eyes, stood up in the air, slowly grasped the hilt of the sword, and pointed the sword's edge forward.

Just like the sound of a bell and a bell, an earthquake resounded in this area. The densely packed ghosts covered their heads, squeezed each other, screamed, and trembled.

Fear has not yet been traced in the depths of their souls, and countless whirling runes stick to their backs.

Dissipate like soot.

The golden runes were still spinning, majestic and like a miracle.

Baitao looked down at all this and flicked the sword: "The four directions, up and down, are the universe. From ancient times to the present, we are the universe. From now on, you will be called the universe front."

With a twist of his wrist, the ditch in front of him was split, water flowed in, and pieces of golden runes fell in.

in the dark.

The runes that dispersed countless ghosts lit up a river of burning lanterns!

Zheng Guo, who came down and stood beside her, looked at her blood-soaked body and her palms, which were so shocking. He took a breath of cold air. It was useless to say any words of comfort at this time. He just looked at the golden river in front of him and continued to float away from the beam, and said: "Auntie, what is going on?"

"No way."

Baitao wiped her face with her sleeves, and stopped when she found that the more she wiped, the dirtier it became.

Her voice was soft, but her tone was profound, "My sword is not full yet."

*
  It was bound to be a long night.

When Huang Xi attacked a thousand elite Qin troops, the Qin troops stationed outside Daliang City were still asleep after chewing pot helmets and dry meat.

Suddenly a strong wind blew up.

That evil spirit is accompanied by hostility, and the hostility is accompanied by a fucking weirdness, and it burrows into people's bones.

A steady stream of underworld people rushed in.

They don't know what pain is. Even if they are pricked like hedgehogs all over their bodies, and all the fingers on their arms are missing, as long as their heads are still there, they can swing their stumps and crawl over like dogs.

Rush, crawl, twist, walk, squirm.

The eyes were still glowing green with hunger.

don't want--

Please do not--

Let them see a living person.

The timid guard Dan Fan sat down on the ground and was instantly bitten into a dense skeleton by the black hurricane.

The hurricane below is the rat.

Thousands of countless rats swept by, caught a slow runner, and began to feast on it, with their jagged teeth.

A piece of meat in one bite.

I don’t know how many more skeletons are needed to fill the bellies of these little beasts.

It turns out that people from the underworld in the Wei Dynasty not only crawled all over the ground, but rats could also eat people.

Qin Jun didn't react at first, but when he did, his whole body was trembling with fear, and sweat poured down from his body.

Panic spreads ten times.

Ten to a hundred, a hundred to a thousand.

The first line of defense collapsed.

The dark underworld people shrouded here instantly like a dark cloud, appearing from all directions.

The smell of corpses fills the sky, and the sound of whooshing is endless.

"If you are too timid, kill! If you are greedy for life and afraid of death, kill!"

The armor-clad deputy general said these words coldly after leaving the shogunate. The vanguard troops behind him were already in formation, holding up a bronze shield in their left hand and a spear in their right hand.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

Like a curved city wall supporting the second line of defense.

They are the first team to attack cities and climb ladders, and they have absolutely rich combat experience.

The warrior among the elite.

He had the supreme honor and the most sophisticated equipment, but he was met by the underworld people who were not afraid of pain. The underworld people blocked the spear points with flesh and blood, piled bronze shields with heads, and then climbed up.

Twisting his neck, he opened his fangs and stabbed your dagger.

One after another the vanguard fell.

The deputy general also felt anxious at this time. The survival of these elites was related to the morale of the soldiers in the rear. The way to use troops was to attack the heart. Once the morale collapsed, everything would be lost.

Without saying a word, he pulled out the sword from his waist, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Brothers, come on!"

Then, he swung forward like a fierce tiger and quickly joined in the killing.

The soldiers at the back were a little timid when faced with this group of ghosts, but when they saw how brave the general was, they took up their courage and started fighting.

Damn it, old Qin and Jiujiu went to the national disaster.

If the king of Wei continues to deal with these underworld things, at worst he will die.

The roaring and killing sounds continued.

Under the thick ink and blood, the flags of the Qin army rustled in the cold wind, and rats squeaked and scurried under the feet of the living and the dead, looking for weak and wounded soldiers.

More and more people fell down, and people from the underworld kept getting up.

It seemed like a nightmare night.

The cycle of the gates of hell opening.

Sudden.

Like a golden waterfall flowing from the sky, it flows into the dug ditch and slowly flows towards Daliang City Pool.

The golden runes on it were as dazzling as gold, floating slowly from the river to the murderous Qin army camp.

The Qin army, who was fighting fiercely, saw these strange runes. Not only did they not feel strange, but they felt strange for a moment.

They vaguely saw the dawn.

A group of black people from the underworld, which originally clung to the human body like malignant sores growing against the bones, now ended with the dance of the spell.

Even the mice were gone, the river was roaring, the trees were rustling, and there were birds chirping and insects chirping.

Rooster Si Chen.

The scariest, most thrilling, weirdest night I have ever experienced.

The Qin army who survived held their weapons tightly, and finally waited until the dawn when the rays of light burned thousands of flames and splashed red water all over the sky.

There are no more people in the underworld.

"We won. We won! Brothers, we won!"

"The Major General has dug the ditch. After one more battle, we can leave here and return to our hometown."

"Win! Long live King Qin!"

The Qin soldiers who survived the disaster hugged each other, congratulated each other for their victory, and then wept while preparing the corpses of their companions.

Last night, today and tomorrow, there is a thin line between joy and sorrow.

The red light is endless.

Even the landscapes and scenery were illuminated as red silhouettes. Baitao stood on the top of the mountain, with his robe flying in the air and eight tails trailing impressively below the hem of the robe.

It was the merit of saving thousands of ghosts and sending them to reincarnation that made her what she is today.

Zheng Guo resisted the urge to bow his head, stood beside her and said, "Auntie, the beams were flooded, and King Wei's plan failed."

Baitao squinted and looked at the head of Daliang City in the distance.

*
  Three months later.

The city of the Wei Dynasty collapsed and was soft, with a fingertip dented by a slight poke. Slippery moss grew everywhere, and pungent mold crawled in the darkest places.

All the food was soaked and moldy.

Buds sprouted and branches sprouted.

The soldiers of the Wei Dynasty had nowhere to defend the city. They could only look at all this blankly with their rusty weapons.

Like prey in a trap.

At first he struggled violently and then waited silently for death.

King Wei was surrounded by a group of wild mastiffs that smelled the danger, and he could only stand on the steps, staring with red eyes.

In fact, he already knew in his heart that Huang Xi failed.

But this feeling of being a mortal and unable to do anything else.

It made him hate it even more.

Aiqing next to her clapped her thighs and cried bitterly, saying in a panic: "Your Majesty, sandalwood can be used to make wheels, but they are thrown away on the river bank. Trees can be used to make spokes, but they are piled up and not used. The so-called death of heaven, there is a wise man who does not use it, but uses it. There is no need to perish, O king!"

"The Qin army is tyrannical and the King of Qin is a tiger and a wolf!"

The king of Wei pretended to curse in the sky, "Qin destroyed Han to quell the rebellion in Shuhan. Qin destroyed Zhao to avenge old grudges. Qin destroyed Yan because Jing Ke assassinated Qin. Now Qin is sending troops to Wei with unknown troops. It goes against the ethics of the world!" Oh my god, I’m worshiping a divine mastiff, please open your eyes! Bless me!”

As he spoke, he drew his sword.

A sword stabbed into the mastiff's belly.

Aiqing next to her stared in disbelief, sitting staggeringly on the stone steps, her legs spread out in an imageless manner:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, this is your Mastiff."

The Mastiff, who usually couldn't sleep at night even after losing a hair, was stabbed to death.

When he pulled out the sword, the blood from the breach gushed out like a fountain, spilling blood down the steps.

Like divine guidance.

The other mastiffs were trembling with fear, their ears drooped, whimpering, and looking at King Wei with wet eyes.

King Wei waved falsely, "Good dog, come here."

With familiar expressions and familiar movements, the mastiffs seemed to have forgotten everything, and immediately waggled their tails and gathered around excitedly.

They were furious because of his anxiety and delighted because of his joy.

"Pu Chi" "Pu Chi" "Pu Chi"

One sword after another.

One after another, the mastiffs were beheaded and their blood flowed in a tangled mess.

As long as King Wei closes his eyes and continues to wave, these divine mastiffs will die for him without hesitation. This is what he likes most about mastiffs.

They are the most psychic animals in the world, with the purest loyalty and the most steadfast courage.

They are the Mastiffs.

They are the divine soldiers and generals sent from heaven to guard his beams.

Now he wants to use their blood.

In exchange for the continuation of Daliang Guozuo, their death was for honor.

The mastiff blood showed a thick dark red color and rolled down the stairs into the puddle below. It solidified and intertwined into the branches and roots of the trees, and there were fish swimming underwater.

The lines that stir up the blood gauze are like the skirt of a goddess blooming under the water.

Moisturizes things silently.

The gauze-like blood flow rolled over, climbed the steps, and headed towards the fake face of King Wei.

King Wei pretended to be ecstatic: "A miracle, a miracle! I finally got another miracle!"

The sweet scent spread silently on the tip of his nose. King Wei took a deep breath and looked intoxicated. At that time, the blood and sand turned and twisted on the steps and never moved again.

He smiled slowly and walked down quickly.

"Pfft!"

The blood and sand rolled like a huge mouth sweeping through thousands of river waves, swallowing up King Wei.

The water level fluctuated for a few times, then slowly dropped.

The Qin army was building dams to block water sources. The tide-like bloody sand sucked the king's energy and ran wildly on the low-tide Daliang Street, trying to escape as quickly as possible.

"Oh? Where is the little water monster going?"

Such a clear sound, through the water flow, always feels like the touch is not real enough.

But no matter how many monsters and ghosts there are in the world, they don’t want to listen carefully to the bloody ending.

Before the list of gods was launched.

The true king of demons.