Honghuang: God-level choice, start by taking over Zhao Gongming

After saying that, Zhunti's figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he tore the space apart and disappeared.

Minghe had the blessing of human luck, and his strength was already better than his.

If he continued to fight, he would definitely not be his opponent, and there was even a danger of falling, so he could only retreat first.

Looking at Zhunti's hasty escape, Minghe raised his mouth, and his disdain on his face increased a little.

As a saint, he was afraid before the battle. Just like that, he still wanted to revitalize the West? It was just wishful thinking.

In the earthly immortal world, hundreds of millions of powerful people looked at the scene in the human world, sighed, and felt inexplicably refreshed in their hearts.

"Ancestor Minghe, you are too powerful, that is a Western saint, how could he escape in such a miserable way?"

"Tsk, that is nothing, the scene of the Western saint's fall at the end of the Conferred God era was a masterpiece."

"Everyone says that Western saints are weak, but I still don't believe it. Today, I know that the rumors are true."

"Ancestor Minghe, you have been proving the Tao for much less time than Western saints, but you can suppress Western saints. You are our role model."

Unintentionally, Minghe gained a large number of fans in the earthly immortal world.

In the human world, Minghe flew to the sky above Xianyang, looking down from a high place, looking at Bai Qi indifferently, and nodded in praise.

"You are worthy of the name of the God of Killing. You can gather the murderous aura of millions of troops in one body. It can be seen that your talent in the way of soldiers and killing is indeed extraordinary. Are you willing to worship me as your teacher and practice with me?"

Although Bai Qi did not know the identity of Minghe, he knew that the person in front of him was an amazing existence after seeing Minghe's performance just now.

Although he had the idea of ​​becoming a disciple, Bai Qi was very clear about his position and looked at Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng smiled slightly and nodded at Bai Qi.

To be honest, Bai Qi's qualifications were indeed top-notch, but he was limited by the human world, so he could not show them.

If he came to the earthly immortal world, coupled with the careful guidance of Minghe, his future prospects would be limitless.

With Ying Zheng's acquiescence, Bai Qi's beating heart suddenly settled in his stomach.

He stood up and bowed to Minghe, "Disciple, I am willing to follow the teacher to practice."

"Haha, good!"

Minghe laughed and waved his hand, and Bai Qi appeared not far in front of him.

"I will give you three days. After three days, I will take you to practice formally. How about it?"

Originally, Bai Qi thought he had to leave with Minghe now. When he learned that there were still three days, he excitedly nodded to Minghe, "Yes, teacher."

Minghe gave Ying Zheng a satisfied look, and his figure flashed and disappeared.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Bai Qi handed over the military power in his hands, said goodbye to his family one by one, and went to the earthly immortal world with Minghe to practice.

In Xianyang, in the main hall, Ying Zheng's eyes were burning with a flame called ambition!

The expansion of the Qin Dynasty is far from stopping.

Because although the six countries were destroyed, the foundation of the six countries is still there.

If the foundation of the six countries is not uprooted, the future Qin Dynasty will still be shaky and unstable.

In the end, under the advice of Li Si, Ying Zheng implemented the same track for vehicles, the same writing for books, and set laws and regulations, and began to erase the traces left by the six countries.

Of course, in addition to these, Ying Zheng's shadow, Wei Zhuang, was not idle either.

Under Ying Zheng's order, continue to implement the policy of destroying Buddhism, pull out those Buddhas buried deep in the dark, and destroy them again, destroy them a second time, and destroy them countless times, so that those Buddhas can no longer come out to deceive people.

In the sixth year of the First Emperor, Ying Zheng swept the six kingdoms and in the sixth year of his ascension to the throne, he began another policy with great influence.

Confiscate the world's soldiers, cast twelve golden men, and place them in various places in the territory of Daqin, responsible for suppressing the luck of Daqin.

In just one and a half years, twelve towering golden men stood in Xianyang City.

"Buzz!"

A golden sea of ​​luck rose from an unknown place, and then suddenly gathered towards Xianyang. In an instant, above Xianyang, the golden luck rolled and turned into a golden dragon of luck, dancing and circling above Ying Zheng's head, making a deafening dragon roar!

Ying Zheng's quasi-human emperor luck suddenly transformed into the real human emperor luck, all evil retreated, and all methods were invulnerable!

The transformation of his luck means that Ying Zheng has the qualifications to suppress the luck of the human race temple!

Time is like a wheel, turning ruthlessly, and decades have passed in the blink of an eye.

Ying Zheng is gray-haired and has reached the end of his life.

In front of the bed, after passing the throne to his eldest son Fusu, Ying Zheng finally died.

Death is not death, but rebirth. In response, a wisp of true spirit ascended to the earthly immortal world. Under the cover of the rules of the Great Dao, infinite human luck gathered and instantly reshaped Ying Zheng's body.

At the same time, the aura on Ying Zheng's body began to rise violently.

Earthly immortal, heavenly immortal, golden immortal, Daluo, and finally, ascended to the sky in one step, crossed to the quasi-saint, came to the human race temple, and suppressed the luck.

The human world has restored its former tranquility, and Fusu succeeded to the throne as the second emperor.

After decades of training by Ying Zheng, Fusu's methods were sophisticated and quite like his father, and he managed the court in an orderly manner.

The Qin Dynasty was strong and unified, reaching the peak of prosperity.

It is worth mentioning that after Fusu succeeded to the throne, Ying Zheng's eighteenth son Hu Hai colluded with Zhao Gao, the commander of the Central Chariot House, to rebel and prepare to usurp the throne.

But who is Fusu? He is the successor that Ying Zheng has carefully cultivated for decades. What kind of trouble can Hu Hai cause even if he rebels?

In less than half a day, the rebellion officially failed. Hu Hai was imprisoned until his death, and Zhao Gao, the commander of the Central Chariot House, was executed by slow slicing.

As for the Qin Dynasty, it continued to develop rapidly under the governance of Fusu.

With the end of the saints' preaching in the human world, the original prehistoric world, now the Three Realms, basically has a master.

The saints digested their own territories and strengthened their own strength.

The Three Realms suddenly entered an unprecedented period of peace.

Thirty-three days, paradise, beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.

Zhunti wore a nine-color cassock, covered his chest, and his eyes flashed with heartache. If you look closely, you can even see the tears flashing in Zhunti's eyes.

"Brother, this time, my Western Region has suffered heavy losses. Jiejiao and Minghe are really bullying!"

Zhunti's heart was filled with endless resentment, which was about to drown everything.

Preaching in the human world was originally the best time for him to increase his Mahayana Buddhism.

But unfortunately, it was destroyed by Jiejiao and Minghe.

If it were someone else, the two brothers would have destroyed it without saying a word.

But facing Jiejiao and Minghe, he couldn't defeat them, and he didn't have the right to talk to them, which made Zhunti collapse.

Jieyin was also a little worried. The West was in trouble.

No allies, no resources, all depended on his own development and struggle.

If this goes on, can he really seize the opportunity to prosper in the next calamity?

Suddenly, Zhunti turned his eyes and looked in the direction of the netherworld.

"Brother, in the war of Qin's conquest of the six kingdoms, countless soldiers died tragically, and the number of wronged souls in the underworld increased. Among these wronged souls, there are many with outstanding qualifications. My Western Mahayana Buddhism takes saving the world and saving people as its mission. If I can go to the underworld to save them, then..."

Although Zhunti didn't say it directly, the meaning was already very clear.