In Chang Geng Palace, silent and in danger.

It was like a terrifying beast sitting in it, and its invisible power spread all over the world.

Zhao Zheng slowly stepped up to the thirty-third white marble steps with the inexplicable power.

"Qin King Zhao Zheng pays homage to Wu'anjun!"

Zhao Zheng's voice was no longer as immature as it could be described in words.

After Zhao Zheng finished his words, the vast palace building fell into inexplicable silence.

"squeak……"

The door next to the side hall was slowly pushed open, and Dabai, who had not woken up, poked his head out and looked at Zhao Zheng in front of him with confusion.

Behind the White Tiger, the little white Tiger looked at Zhao Zheng with two claws on the threshold, with curiosity in her eyes.

It smelled a very familiar smell on Zhao Zheng.

Just when Dabai couldn't touch the north, a sound of a majestic man with endless vicissitudes sounded in the main hall.

"Enter!"

Upon hearing the sound, Zhao Zheng slowly pushed open the vermilion gate of the hall and stepped into the main hall.

The white tiger glanced at Zhao Zheng who entered the main hall, then slowly lowered his head and grabbed the little white tiger, turned around and slowly pushed the door up with its back foot.

It was a big morning when I disturbed Hu Qingmeng, and this little monster learned from his master to be so nauseous.

Zhao Zheng, who entered the empty Chang Geng Hall, felt a deep chill.

Chang Geng is a killing battle. In the Chang Geng Hall, there is endless murderous intent flowing freely in the air.

In the middle of the hall, a stone statue sat cross-legged.

Endless yin energy wrapped around his body, hiding scarlet murderous aura.

It's like a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and white bones are flying on the battlefield.

"What's the matter?"

Bai Qi slowly raised his head, and was powerful without being angry, and the momentum in the entire hall became more and more serious.

Zhao Zheng once heard what his master said that there are strange ghosts in the world, and Mr. Lao Dan and Wu'an Jun Bai Qi are two of them.

Mr. Lao Dan died but did not die, and he watched the vicissitudes of the world for more than a hundred years.

Wu'an Jun is arbitrary intent and has unparalleled power. In the Yin world, the Yin energy condenses his body and almost condenses his body by itself.

"Zheng wants to ask Wu'an Jun to re-take the Qin Ruishi and guide the military formation."

Zhao Zheng bowed and his thick black clothes were hanging down, and respect would be revealed.

Facing the former war god of Great Qin, Zhao Zheng was full of respect.

In history, when he ruled the world, he was later named the descendant of Wu'an Jun.

"Qin Ruishi..."

The hoarse and majestic voice was confused with Wu'anjun, not showing any strangeness.

Bai Qi muttered this name softly.

There were so many battles that he followed this army to fight and conquer the world.

Bai Qi would never say that he had no hatred for the Qin royal family, that was a self-deception.

But he was brotherly and fraternal to Qin Ruishi, especially after he was resurrected and met the military and civilians again, he strengthened his heart.

The sword in his hand was for the Qin army and civilians.

Under Du You Pavilion, Wu'an Temple, the Qin people pity it.

How could he, Bai Qi, bear the Qin army and civilians?

Bai Qi's stone body slowly stood up, and Zhao Zheng felt that the cold air was even better in Chang Geng Palace.

It seems that a ferocious beast in the prehistoric world has woken up.

The cold wind blows Zhao Zheng's sleeves, and the coldness penetrates the heart.

In the Taiyin Academy, there are three stone statues with the revival of ghosts. Among them, Wu'an Jun Bai Qi is the strongest, and Mr. Lao Dan is the most unfathomable. Only Shang Jun is a little mediocre, and he looks more like a scholar.

But Zhao Zheng couldn't figure out how strong Bai Qi was in Wu'an Jun.

Bai Qi looked down at the "Traditional Tenderness" with fresh marks on the table, and felt thoughtful.

"Spring and Autumn Fairy, you have already calculated it, right?"

After a moment of silence in the hall, Bai Qi raised his head and looked at Zhao Zheng and spoke slowly.

"Wait for me for a moment!"

Zhao Zheng was happy and said again:

"Politics replaces the Qin Dynasty's fierce hero Xie Wu'anjun!"

Bai Qi, who was already a ghost body, shook his head gently and sneered:

"You can't replace Qin Ruishi, nor do you understand Qin Ruishi. Qin Ruishi doesn't need to thank me because this is what I owe them for thirty-seven years."

Bai Qi lowered his head and smiled, then curled his smile. He glanced at Zhao Zheng and said something that was confusing.

"If you can't stand it, just quit."

As soon as he finished speaking, the yin energy and the solemn and killing energy in the entire Chang Geng Palace were shaking.

Bai Qi's body seemed to have turned into endless hollows in an instant.

In Chang Geng Palace, the stone body whale with a hint of cold light swallowed the killing aura in the entire palace.

In the blink of an eye, there was a dragon sucking water in the entire hall, with a huge momentum.

At this time, Zhao Zheng finally understood what Wu'anjun meant.

cold!

Endless cold.

The coldness eroded Zhao Zheng's body, and the murderous aura hit his spiritual platform.

Keep a meditation on the spiritual platform, rushing blood to strengthen your aphrodisiac.

Zhao Zheng made a handprint and sat down.

And there was a faint frost that had already appeared in the entire Chang Geng Palace.

In Changgeng Palace, the white tiger in the side hall had just closed his eyes and was instantly awakened when he showed signs of falling into a dream.

Come again?

"roar!"

The white tiger roared dissatisfiedly.

Can't you calm down early in the morning?

Don’t you know that cats are not energetic during the day?

But Dabai didn't expect that the roar scared the little white tiger suddenly, his feet off the ground, and his face was full of confusion.

When the little white tiger landed on the ground, Dabai saw a pair of eyes shining with faint light, and a hint of cold air came over.

Finished!

In the main hall, after absorbing the last breath of cold and killing energy, Wu'an Jun Bai Qi slowly opened his eyes, and a faint light flashed in it, like a sharp blade of a long sword.

In the Haohao Palace Building, everything fell into peace again.

A trace of white air was overflowing from the stone body around Bai Qi, like endless yin energy.

Zhao Zheng slowly stood up and bowed and said, "Congratulations to Wu'anjun!"

"Let's go!"

Bai Qi strode outside, while Zhao Zheng followed Bai Qi a step slower.

As soon as they left Chang Geng Palace, Zhao Zheng and Wu Anjun heard the sound of fighting and sobbing in the side hall.

"this?"

Zhao Zheng frowned.

"Normal, these two white tigers have to fight every day, and I don't know which one is better. I guess it's the white tiger who beats his wife."

Bai Qi shook his head as if he was used to it, and just took a look and walked away.

Zhao Zheng glanced at him and left with Bai Qi, but he was muttering something and full of doubts.

"Dabai has this courage?"

The whimpering sounds in the side hall seemed even more miserable.

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"Dongdongdongdong..."

The strong wind blows and the war drums beat. This is the second time today the sound of the central army's drums sounded.

The sound of the drums made Bai Qi in the camp feel like he was back to the past.

The battle of Yique, the battle of attacking Chu, the battle of Changping, the war stirs the sky and the war sways.
Chapter completed!