Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

Chapter 456 The First Emperor of the Ancient Times has arrived!
The soul of this immortal encountered an unprecedented crisis at this time.

Both of his feet were completely chopped off, and his face was distorted. He had experienced countless years, but he had never experienced such torture.

The blow delivered by the First Emperor actually caused unimaginable damage to his soul. It was like maggots attached to the bones, constantly eroding, and the wounds were constantly spreading, causing him unbearable pain.

"You have obviously been dead for so long and have been suppressed by countless immortals. Why are you so powerful! This place is just a historical projection of you!"

The soul of this immortal roared, roared, and was very unwilling!

After being trapped in the ruins of reincarnation for so long, he finally escaped and ascended to heaven, but he finally ended up like this. How willing he was!
He was radiating a dazzling light, his eyes were red, and he didn't want to be killed like this.

It's impossible to die in the hands of a person who has been dead for who knows how many years!
Faced with all this, the First Emperor Ying Zheng looked extremely calm.

Nothing counts in front of him. He has killed these immortals countless times in the ancient times. Even if they are a historical projection, he cannot resist them.

His eyes were dull, and he would not pay attention to such a creature that was just a soul.

The long sword in his hand was raised again, and it turned into a dazzling chaotic sword light. The surrounding heaven and earth seemed to fluctuate with it, and the ancient times were accompanied by turmoil.

"You're just a dead man. The gods in heaven could kill you back then, but now there's nothing I can't do!"

The soul of this immortal roared, roared, and tried his best to fight.

He was fierce here, and a sharp luster spread on his five fingers, quickly sweeping across the void.

But this is not to launch an attack, but to carve an ancient scripture and an ancient formation here.

These strokes left large traces in the void, dark and connected to unknown places.

All these scratches are condensed and emit brilliant light.

And this immortal soul also took out a small altar, about three feet high, shining all over, extraordinarily scarlet, and covered with ominous and strange runes.

As he chanted, the altar gradually shone. He seemed to be summoning something here, as if he was condensing some ancient power.

After he finished reciting, the sky darkened, and endless roars resounded throughout the world, followed by red thunderbolts one after another, falling down across the sky.

And the target of these red lightning attacks was not just the historical projection of the First Emperor, but he was also shrouded in it.

It was obvious that the soul of this immortal was desperate. He ignited his soul here, performed an ancient life ritual, and performed an ancient summons. Indistinctly, countless figures appeared. They all appeared around here.

They roared and roared angrily, turning into waves of unimaginable resentment, gathering together.

A golden god and demon formed and rushed towards the First Emperor in front.

Seeing this scene, the weasel's pupils in the distance shrank, feeling awe-inspiring.

This aura was too powerful and terrifying, causing his soul to be constantly turbulent and chaotic.

Obviously, this move is absolutely terrifying. Even with the help of Nuwa Empress' scroll and the Ding Qin Sword, it is absolutely impossible to block it.

Seeing the fluctuations of these souls and the historical projection of the First Emperor, his eyes became obviously cold.

"This is the human soul that was killed earlier."

"That's right, not only the modern ones, but the souls from before the ancient times were also summoned by me. Unfortunately, there are too few living creatures now. The time I came here was very short, so I didn't collect too many. Most of them They are all broken up, otherwise you can definitely be killed here!"

The immortal's soul roared angrily, and the golden light all over his body became even brighter.

There was a loud rumbling sound, and a red whirlwind blew in the sky. As the whirlwind spread, the golden god and demon became taller and more powerful.

A long sword appeared in his hand, sweeping across the sky and stabbing the First Emperor. The waves and thunder it emitted were deafening.

There was a loud bang. Faced with this blow, the historical projection of the First Emperor Ying Zheng did not change much. He calmly swept out with his sword.

All the red thunderbolts were broken, and the golden fuzzy sword was also cut off by him.

Then he swept out with his backhand sword, cutting off the tall golden god and demon on the spot, and his energy and blood collapsed.

"How is it possible! Impossible, your attack should have reached its limit, yet you can still launch such a powerful attack."

"Damn! The gods and demons are infinite! Endless! Endless!"

"Kill me!"

This immortal soul went completely crazy when he saw this scene. He knew that he could not escape at this time. With this level of mutual confrontation, once he turned his back, he was destined to die.

Only by fighting hard here, only by struggling here, only by wiping out all his energy can he survive.

Therefore, the soul of this immortal was completely sacrificed. His chest radiated bright light, and one green and one green soul purified and burned here.

He completely ignited himself here, driving the altar crazily.

One after another, the phantoms of gods and demons gradually emerged. Each of them was constructed from the souls of tens of millions of human beings, and was filled with despair, decay, collapse, and all kinds of negative emotions.

These forces seemed to have extremely strong restraint ability on the human race. For a moment, the shadow of the First Emperor was actually surrounded.

Around him, countless roars and countless human souls were crying, all turned into spiritual attacks, killing them everywhere.

"That's it, continue the attack and devour him completely here!"

When the immortal soul saw this scene, he burst into laughter and vaguely saw a glimmer of light.

However, the First Emperor's expression remained calm. He had not attacked before, and the so-called trap was nothing more than nothing.

Seeing these former human souls, he just felt a little distracted, and for the first time, a sad look appeared in his eyes.

These deep feelings dissipated in the next second, and he spoke calmly.

"I will avenge you, my people."

The next moment, the First Emperor raised his sword and swept away.

At this moment, at this moment, the weasel and the soul of the immortal had a premonition at the same time.

The whole world, the whole sky seemed to be pressing down on him. At this moment, it was no longer sword energy or light. The endless world was squeezing down on him from all directions, turning this place into an invincible realm!

There was a loud boom, and all the shadows in the sky were destroyed in an instant.

All the gods, all the souls, and all the human cries dissipated in this moment. They were all killed by the First Emperor's sword!

He raised his head and swept towards the sky. In an instant, all the lightning and black clouds above the sky were filled and disappeared, and the bright universe reappeared between heaven and earth.

"No! How could this happen? Blood sacrifice to the world, God help me, show it all!"

This immortal's soul went crazy, and he knew that it would be difficult for him to continue to live.

His soul has shriveled up, but at this moment he actually wants to disintegrate, burning like crazy, wanting to connect his altar with the entire earth, absorb the human essence on the earth, and make this altar powerful.

However, with the First Emperor here, how could he be allowed to kill humans like this?

Walk forward and kill with one sword strike.

Infinite great power, carrying countless majesties, landed on the world. The altar that had been passed down for unknown years made a violent noise, and then the immortal soul looked in disbelief. , there was a clicking sound, the whole thing gradually cracked, and suddenly exploded into the sky.

The soul of that immortal was completely in despair and turned to stone on the spot. Such a powerful magic weapon, such a powerful magic weapon, was destroyed so easily.

No, this is impossible. He relied on it to survive the ancient reincarnation of the human race. But now in front of the First Emperor, it is like an earthen jar, like a piece of white paper, which will shatter as soon as it is broken!
This is simply unacceptable!

"Die!"

The soul of this immortal was completely in despair.

He shook, and the golden wings on his back and endless hurricanes appeared. However, he did not attack when he looked like this. Instead, he ran away crazily and ran for his life crazily.

He wanted to get out of here, he wanted to escape from here.

But it was obvious that all his actions were in vain in front of the First Emperor, and there was nothing that could hide from his eyes.

Although it is just an afterimage, it still carries the power to dominate the world.

He stood here, not moving, and tapped lightly with his fingers.

The next second, Ding Qin Sword exploded like a rainbow penetrating the sun, spreading endless streams of light, and these streams of light almost transcended time and space!

Sweeping away, when it passed, a pair of wings of this immortal soul were cut off on the spot.

The soul essence flowed like money, and the immortal soul screamed and fell from the sky, wailing on the earth like a ghost.

But before he could take action, the First Emperor pointed his hand downwards, and tens of thousands of swords with a length of thousands of feet condensed on the sky, penetrating down on the spot, and nailed him to the ground.

"What's going on? This is impossible, you have been dead for endless years, why are you still so strong!"

The immortal's soul was spitting out soul essence, and he was very unwilling. Although he was dying, his heart was still full of huge resentment.

After living for so long, for such a long time, he died in the hands of a dead man!

This is so ridiculous and so sad!
He once lived in the land of immortality of the human race, persisted desperately for so long, and survived endless tribulations, but in the end it turned out to be like this, and he couldn't accept the result!

"You're just a little immortal, how dare you say you are invincible in front of me?"

"Don't say it's you, even if there are more, it's destined to be a dead end."

"And who said I fell."

This historical projection spoke calmly, shocking everyone present.

Especially the weasel felt awe-inspiring.

What does it mean? Not dead yet?
This news came too suddenly. Too many things happened in the endless years, and he had no way of knowing the secrets.

It is just a historical projection, but it has such a powerful power. If his real body descends on this world, how terrifying would it be?
As for the immortal soul, after hearing these words, its pupils shrank and showed an expression of disbelief.

"No, it's impossible for you to still be alive until now. You are destined to be dead!"

But soon he clenched his fist tightly again, vaguely guessing something.

"As expected, I knew that you were not dead at the beginning. We should not have retreated at the beginning. We should continue to teach you to kill you completely. I didn't expect that such a scene would happen in the end. I have lived for so long and still died in the end. I am really unwilling! "The soul of the immortal roared, clenching his fists, as if he wanted to launch a final blow.

However, facing all this, he had no chance at all.

The First Emperor swung his sword and without saying a word, he chopped off his head and flew it away on the spot. Then he swept with infinite power, causing it to shatter in the void on the spot, turning into blood and mist, and destroying both body and soul.

Seeing this scene, Weasel was stunned. It was too simple and too casual.

The legendary immortal soul. He was also so vulnerable in front of the First Emperor.

His heart was full of admiration, this is the real master, this is the real invincible powerhouse.

The world has returned to silence, and the mountains and rivers everywhere have been completely shattered. Although it seems that the battle just now was peaceful, it still affected many surrounding areas.

The First Emperor looked at the phantom in the distance and remained calm without speaking, while the Weasel was also uneasy and quite uneasy.

Although he had worshiped him for a long time, he was still a little excited to see the First Emperor for the first time.

You must know that all the essence of his life is given by him. How should he speak now that he is really faced with it?
After a long time, the First Emperor finally spoke.

"You are very good. Although you are not a human race, you have received many inheritances from me. Keep working hard. Maybe we can meet each other one day."

The shadow of the First Emperor spoke calmly, with a touch of warmth in his tone of voice, and with a finger, invisible power flowed through it, repairing the wounds in his body.

Seeing this scene, the weasel was extremely excited. What does this symbolize? Did the First Emperor approve of him?

He was about to speak, but the next moment, the blurry figure began to shake. The time was up and he was about to disappear between heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)