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

Chapter 95 Modern monster practice records, forming the black ice platform and choosing concubines
"Hey, Oda, have you heard about what happened here?"

Qilian Mountains.

Archaeological excavation site of jade and bamboo bamboo slips with golden threads.

In the dark night, two police officers, holding high-power flashlights in their hands, patrolled the jungle.

One of the chubby police officers looked around curiously and said, "I heard that during the archaeological excavation on this mountain, many people heard inexplicable voices, and some of them seem to be crazy!"

"What's the mess? Born under the red flag and growing up in the red, do you think I'm afraid of these demons?"

The slightly thin police officer scanned the surrounding jungle seriously, the huge flashlight shone out, and his eyes stared at any troubles around him.

"Don't think about what's there or what's not. It's the business to hurry up and patrol. The current self-media and reporters are like desperate. The archaeological site has not been excavated. If they run in and damage something, That's a big deal."

"Hahaha, I still understand which is more important." The chubby police officer smiled, and also scanned the surroundings: "Isn't this because you are nervous and relax the atmosphere? There is no need to be so nervous, the cordon has been pulled, who Come back at night"

The voices of the two gradually faded away, the white light rose from the distant jungle, and the footsteps walked further and further away on the wet land.
Wait until the two figures have completely gone away.

In a dense bush, two pale golden beans rose.

A small head poked out from the bushes rustlingly, carefully observing the surroundings.

After confirming that no one was coming, this little figure set off quickly under the cover of night.

It was extremely fast, using four claws together, like a yellow shadow, sprang out from the corner of the woods, and then shrouded in dark clouds and shade, quickly passed through red and blue warning lines.

It moves nimbly, and its huge tail keeps it balanced on complicated roads.

But in just a few minutes, he ran hundreds of meters and arrived at the core of the cave excavation.

A few more patrol officers came.

Although it was far away, it didn't stand there stupidly, but retreated carefully, hid behind a clod of soil, and waited carefully.

Cautiously stretched out its head to watch, and after confirming that the person was far away, it continued to move forward and arrived at the destination sneakily.

It was a transparent plastic shed.

It stretched out its claws and scratched the front, as if it didn't quite understand why there was a layer of things blocking it when there was nothing in front of it.

But in the end, it still dug a hole in the ground, and carefully got into the shed.

Looking at the empty surroundings, its small eyes showed great confusion, and it seemed that it didn't understand why there was an aura that attracted it.
The dark clouds dissipated.

The faint moonlight dissipated the night again, and evenly sprinkled on the ground, and the temporary laboratory built by the members of the engineering team naturally did not fall.

The silver moonlight sprinkled on the little thing's body, reflecting the soft light yellow fur extraordinarily smooth.

The weasel looked at the small and empty laboratory all around, his wide eyes were full of confusion.

Looking around, the pupils of the little weasel were constantly changing between pale gold and emerald green.

And when these two kinds of light are changing, its expression is constantly changing between confusion and sobriety.

That's right!

weasel!
And this weasel is nothing else!
It was in the Ancient Xianyang Museum, which one of the three-turn Good Fortune Pill was stolen! !

With the passage of thousands of years, the former three-turn Huiling Pill has long lost its former efficacy. With the changes of the times and many reasons, the efficacy of the medicine has long since disappeared!

But even if it is reduced, it is still the supreme panacea forged by Ying Zheng!

After taking it, this weasel still undergoes earth-shaking changes!
Compared with a few months ago, the body of the weasel at this time was almost twice as small as before, and with the tail, it was only a little bigger than a palm.

But while smaller, this weasel has gotten an unimaginable boost!

During this period of time, its five senses have undergone earth-shaking changes!

And whether it is physical strength, intelligence, five senses, smell, compared to before, it has directly increased several times!
Even the bloodline has completely changed!
The eyes that constantly change between pale gold and green are enough to illustrate its extraordinaryness!
And the constantly changing state of mind between chaos and sobriety shows the weirdness of this weasel!

Although the current little weasel is still unable to fully activate its wisdom, but this incomplete third-turn good luck pill has vaguely opened up its wisdom!

It has gradually opened up a symbol of wisdom from the previous hazy beast state!

Unlock intelligent animals!

This is absolutely rare in this world!
It can even be called the only one!

And after undergoing the transformation of the three-turn fortune pill, the weasel's perception of the surroundings has also undergone unprecedented changes!
About a few months ago, not long after the old man Li Yunshan came to Qilian Mountain, the little weasel also vaguely noticed the extraordinaryness of the far north.

Although it is still unable to know what it is by virtue of its not yet fully activated wisdom, but the temptation in the haze made it resolutely embark on this path!

Along the way, the weasel has passed through countless cities and wilderness, walked through ancient mountain villages, climbed over muddy roads, seen the clouds and heavy rain in the sky, and also seen many predators rushing.
He also encountered crises and desperation time and time again.

If it weren't for the fact that part of the medicinal effect of the Third Transformation Huiling Pill in its body had not dissipated, and could help the weasel recover after it was injured, the weasel would have died on this road long ago.

But after all, God still favors this kind of life that is not afraid of death.

Relying on the residual medicinal effect of the three-turn Fortune Huiling Pill and the half-opened spiritual wisdom, plus the natural instinct of living in the wild jungle all year round, the weasel barely survived.

Under countless life-and-death crises, Weasel finally came to this place that haunted him.

But judging from the emptiness around it, it should be a step late.
"Squeak squeak."

Looking at everything around, the weasel felt that the baby was gone.

It's kind of lost.

But this loss didn't last long in Weasel's innocent eyes.

Along the way, it has never had any smooth sailing, and there are only nine out of ten unsatisfactory things.

In the golden and green pupils that kept shining, the weasel raised his head, carefully distinguishing the surroundings, because he sensed the residual breath.

After a long time, its eyes lit up, and it got out of the hole again, walking towards the biggest pothole dug out of the mountains.

Although the best treasure is no longer there.

But there are some left over here too.

Walking out of the simple laboratory, the weasel has not forgotten to refill the hole he dug.

Weasel was surprised when he came near the huge hole dug in Qilian Mountain.

Such a large mountain range, how many suns and moons does it need to dig to complete?Not even the most burrowing rabbit in the jungle can do it.

Cautiously came to the edge of the hole, skillfully got through the iron fence, the weasel lowered his head.

Looking at the pitch-black hole and height below, it felt dizzy for a while.

'kakaka'

The four legs of the weasel were a little weak, and even the tail drooped a little.

On the way here, it was once chased by a snake while crossing the forest, and jumped off the cliff.

But the height was only less than one-tenth of the height here, and he fell and broke his two legs. In the end, he managed to survive by relying on a heat flow in his body that hadn't dissipated. can't forget.

But in the end.

The weasel still gritted his teeth and jumped directly from the top of the cave!

'Puff! '

very lucky.

The tide of the underground channel after the rain has not yet gone down, it jumped with all its strength, and barely landed on the edge of the underground channel.

Just three centimeters away, the weasel's head will hit a hideous raised rock on the shore
"What sound?"

The familiar white light swept across the cave.

A figure came, and after carefully observing the surrounding area, no surprises were found.

"Did a rock fall?"

After searching carefully again, he left with some uncertainty.

Footsteps sounded farther and farther in the empty cave.

The sound disappears.

In the turbulent and icy river, a shivering weasel crawled out of the water, tiptoed to the distance, and curled up in a corner under a remote rock crevice.

Looking at everything around, the Weasel's eyes seemed to be filled with grains of multicolored light.

These light particles are rare outside, and they have only been seen in a few places along the way, and the density is extremely rare.

Whenever it passes by, these colorful light particles will automatically gather.

Weasels don't know what these things are for or what they are.

It only knows that every time it swallows these light spots, its injuries will not hurt, and it seems to be able to jump higher and run faster.

With gratitude and excitement, the weasel let out a few clicks, with a pair of small pale golden eyes, which were extraordinarily bright under the shadow of the ancient gravel.

I don't know where it learned it from. It lay down on the ground and bowed to the surrounding caves, and then lay down on the ground, swallowing the condensed colorful light spots.

And every time a bit of colorful light is swallowed into the belly, the hair on the weasel's body surface grows softer, and the green light in the eyes gradually turns into gold.

An indistinct look.

It also gradually spread out from its eyes
The cold river flows, and the ignorant and confused creatures kowtow in the caves of the ages, crawl under the earth, swallow the gifts left by the sages, and gradually open up their own spiritual wisdom in this cruel world.
Under the silent night, countless animals gradually surrounded from all directions, and the animals that were shocked by the ancient golden jade and bamboo slips returned to this familiar land.

Insects crawled in from the turbulent soil, and small sparrows fell on the overturned wooden stakes. The rabbit in the grass stared curiously at these tall creatures that had never appeared in its sight. Something like a mountain, I don't understand why there are four round things in its claws.
Time flies, time is like water.

The ancient Qilian Mountains have adapted to all this, the ground was rumbled open, and then rumbled to be buried, and countless animals returned to their homes.

No one can know what the future fate of this weasel who has been blessed by Ying Zheng twice is.

But thousands of years ago, in Xianyang City, which was not too close to Qilian Mountain, something was happening
"Return to the king."

"The guards of the Black Ice Platform selected by Weichen already have 100 people."

"According to the king's request, these 100 people were selected from the families of ordinary people. Their family backgrounds are very clean. The three generations of their ancestors are all the people of Daqin."

In the quiet Daqin Qunshu Hall, the candlelight was faint, and a faint fragrance permeated the tip of the nose.

Zhao Tuo knelt down respectfully and reported seriously.

"Furthermore, these 100 people were all carefully selected by Weichen, with extremely high cultivation talents. After practicing the Deadwood Sword Art, it took only about a month to reach the peak of the Hammer Body Realm. There are even a few people , has reached the willow tendon realm."

Hearing the report, Ying Zheng nodded slightly, and told Zhao Tuo some precautions when training the Black Ice Platform, and then casually mentioned a few things about how to practice the Dead Wood Sword Art.

Zhao Tuo's eyes were shining when he heard this, and he hurriedly kowtowed and left respectfully.

After Zhao Tuo left, Ying Zheng, who was originally sitting calmly behind the desk, pressed his brows lightly with some helplessness.

"It's not a good thing for your subordinates to do things so neatly sometimes."

With a wry smile, Ying Zheng shook his head helplessly as he looked at the small relic tower that hadn't yet manifested in his mind.

In fact, Ying Zheng has never failed to build his own power.

The relic tower is certainly important, but it is definitely not enough to rely solely on the relic tower. In the past, it was because of the status of the son, who had no power.

But after ascension to the throne, Yingzheng has already started to build his own power, and his name is Black Ice Terrace.

Over the past few months, Zhao Tuo has also gathered a lot of good seedlings.

But what made Yingzheng helpless was that it had been a few days since the Little Relic Pagoda was brightly lit during the last court meeting. During this period of time, the Little Pagoda was still shining, but not very brightly.

As if he hadn't eaten enough, the emerald green light fluctuated slightly. Although the human emperor's scripture at the core of the pagoda and a few vague exercises had shadows, the speed of condensation was extremely slow.

I thought that the human emperor's scriptures would be condensed in the past few days, and by the way, several other scriptures were also condensed. In this way, there will be a real cultivation method, which can be used to practice on the black ice platform.
"It turned out not to be like that at all."

Gently pinching the space between his eyebrows, Ying Zheng let out a sigh of relief.

Since he took the black ice platform as the obvious, it is enough to show his expectations for this team.

The black ice platform he wants is not just sharp, what he wants is an organization of absolute force that can make everyone frightened.

To reach this level, only the Dead Wood Sword Art is absolutely not enough.

After all, this is just the sword technique that was given when building the Dingqin Sword. It is not an orthodox practice method. As time goes by, it becomes more and more insufficient.

As for the Sutra Pavilion in the State of Qin, Yingzheng has been there a few times, and there are indeed cultivation methods in it, but many better cultivation methods have been taken away by Mrs. Huayang long ago, and the rest are not suitable, and they are quite simple. .

Frowning slightly, Ying Zheng looked helplessly at the little pagoda in his mind.

“Hope it goes as smoothly as possible”

"Even if it's not very good, don't fail to reflect it"

"My cultivation method for advanced spiritual sea realm has not been found yet."

Helplessly sighed.

Ying Zheng sat cross-legged, continued to breathe and practice, and prepared to continue to accumulate and accumulate, laying the most solid foundation for his next spiritual sea realm.

Silent all night.

The night gradually dissipated.

The moonlight dissipated.

A fish-belly white gradually rose from the eastern sky.

In the rising sun, an invisible purple aura slowly merged into Ying Zheng's body from between heaven and earth.

Just as Ying Zheng was practicing silently, the first ray of golden eyes in the morning fell on him.
The little pagoda, which had been standing still in my mind, suddenly lit up without any warning!
'Om~'

The emerald runes shine!

A large amount of runes boiled madly from the small pagoda, as if an infinite wave of anger was being rolled, they frantically condensed!

Inside the little pagoda, the phantom of the illusory Human Emperor's Sutra and the five blurred books around it gradually began to emit brilliant golden light, frantically condensing together!

Seeing this scene, Ying Zheng, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes!
"Ok?"

"It finally lights up?"

Bright eyes!

Just when Yingzheng looked a little excited and was about to wait here for the complete condensation of the Emperor's Sutra of the Ruins Tower.
Outside the gate of the Hall of Books, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.

Then a figure knocked on the door and spoke respectfully.

"Kings."

"The final step of concubine selection has arrived."

"Does Your Majesty need to go and have a look?"

(End of this chapter)