Chapter 767

You can search "Daoyi world search novels" in Baidu（ novelhall.com ）”Find the latest chapters! Yi Heng is a little impatient.

Thinking of going back to xunxing, breaking through his accomplishments, and meeting Qiu Xiyin, he immediately forgot his nostalgia for this place.

After all, it's been too long here.

So long that he almost forgot the existence of Xun Xing, and that he crossed the island from here two thousand years later, entered the realm of cultivating immortals, and went through thousands of hardships to reach the yuan infant period.

Until today, until this time, in the divine consciousness, the Xianyang palace is constantly pouring out mortals. When he leaves in a hurry, he feels some urgency.

Eager to return to Xun Xing, eager to break through cultivation, eager to see Qiu Xiyin, of course, there are su Yaoyao.

He was the first one to rush out of Xianyang palace.

Among those people, there was a middle-aged man who was very conspicuous.

A black robe and a golden crown.

Although his face was pale and his eyes were slightly flustered, these did not affect his prominence in the group.

"King Zhuang Xiang of Qin Dynasty?" He said softly.

This situation, this scene, also can let the public arrowhead but out, in addition to him, Yi Heng really can't think of anyone else.

If it wasn't for pale complexion, it would be more dignified.

He sighed slightly.

"I'm afraid I'll die soon if I'm frightened by this. Just in time, the day when Ying Zheng takes over the throne and dominates the world is not far away!"

Although Yi Heng didn't know what kind of way and tone Qin Shengtian and others used to expel all the people in Xianyang palace, just now they felt their intention to kill and thought they would be very strict.

In order not to let oneself have an excuse to kill, but also to please oneself, maybe more than his own intention to kill.

Only in this way can the owner of this palace leave in such a hurry, and he dare not ask a more reason.

At this time, Xianyang palace is the real palace.

He took back his impatience and looked at the palace ten miles away.

Anyway, I'm also a monk Yuan Ying. I have to be patient.

The whole Xianyang city has a radius of more than 80 Li, and is full of buildings with unique location.

People come and go, it's very lively.

In the center of Xianyang City, there is a main palace five or six feet high, with eight wide gates and only two side doors. Since the emperor Zhuangxiang of Qin Dynasty, countless ministers and maids have poured out of the palace.

On the front of the palace, the spacious square is five or six miles around. The mortals who leave in a hurry, like ants, run hard on the square.

Of course, some people don't have to run.

An expensive carriage, pulled by eight big horses, flew out of the square and drove out.

The carriage had gone, and the rest of the civil and military ministers, either on war horses or in carriages, had also gone.

Only some eunuchs and maids, shaking their bodies and running for their lives.

After a cup of tea, Yi Hengshen sweeps inside and outside Xianyang palace with a satisfied smile on his face.

The monks from all over the world gathered together to entertain them in such a palace. I don't think it would humiliate them.

Of course, even if it's insulted, it's nothing. If they're satisfied, will they dare not?

He was ready to withdraw his divine consciousness and raise his right foot, but suddenly his eyes lit up and his divine consciousness gathered in the palace.

A young man in black stood before the throne.

Wide forehead, big head, plump ears, thick eyebrows and big eyes, firm face.

But from the light of hesitation in his eyes, we can see that although the young man is tall, he is not more than 20 years old.

Yi Heng picked up the corner of his mouth and took back his right foot.

Besides Ying Zheng, who dares to stay in Xianyang Palace at this time?

In the divine sense, the young man's eyes were staring at the throne without blinking. After two or three breaths, he looked around and saw that the usual solemn and dense bodyguards were no longer there, and that the palace where the Minister of culture and military knelt down had been deserted.

He seemed relieved, standing up straight, ready to step back and return to his position.

But just turned around, it seems unable to withstand the temptation, or turned to stare at the throne.

After three breaths, he raised his left foot involuntarily and took a step towards the throne.

As soon as I reached the first step, I turned my head and looked out of the palace.

At this time, there was no one in the square. The huge square was empty and silent, as if it was not the Xianyang palace or the center of Daqin, but the outskirts of the mountains.

He put down his heart, stabilized himself, and went on to the throne.

Step by step.

Once he had made up his mind, he was only five steps away. After four breaths, he stood in front of the throne.

He turned around and sat down on the throne. His face turned red and his breath became short.

Sitting on the throne of the body up and down ups and downs, as if sitting on the throne of the Qin Dynasty is not, but hot brazier general.

Take a deep breath, raise your hands slowly, want to support on the throne armchair, at the same time, straighten your waist, raise your head and chest, your eyes shoot fine awn, and glance down suddenly."Tut Tut, this ambition, this momentum, should be an emperor forever!" Yi Heng chuckles, then runs the mana, and his body disappears instantly.

The youth on the throne gradually merged with the majesty of the throne, even if there were no ministers under the steps.

I saw him trying to sink a voice: "all Qing flat body!"

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he saw the Minister of culture and military bowing below shaking and slowly straightening his waist, but he did not dare to look up at him.

All of a sudden, there was a look of discontent on his face.

The echoes from all around made him dissatisfied, slightly childish and stiff.

"Cough!" He cleared his throat with the color of recollection in his eyes. After a moment, he seemed to catch a trace, and said in a deep voice again: "all Qing, flat body!"

There was no response from anyone in the hall, only his voice kept echoing, but he was extremely satisfied. He put his hands on the armchair and leaned back slowly.

The full and broad face showed a comfortable color, a very proud look.

"You want to sit here?"

Suddenly, a soft question came from his ear. From far away, he stood up abruptly and replied in a panic, "no, no..."

But he reacted instantly and growled, "you, who are you?"

"Can't you see it yourself?" The voice came from below. He could only see a Taoist in green standing below.

Hair combed smooth, calm face, no outstanding.

Only a pair of tiger eyes under the thick eyebrow, from time to time ejaculate, as if to see through his inner thoughts in general, let him flustered.

He is tall and tall. When he stops there, he is like a mountain. Even if he is high on the steps, he needs to look up to see the whole picture.

"This, this... You, who are you? When will you be here? Why? " The panic on his face was only momentary, and he forced to cover it up in an instant. In the tone of the host, he roared and asked.

Yi Heng's hands were behind him, and he couldn't help praising him.

One emperor for thousands of years is really beyond people's reach.

He looked over Ying Zheng's body to the throne behind him.

Although it is an ordinary sight, how can ordinary people bear it? If you stare at him again, I'm afraid that after a moment, he will be unstable and desperate.

Even if he didn't mean to send out the prestige, it could make ordinary people scared. He didn't think that now he was scared by the long-waiting Emperor Qin Shihuang.

"Who am I? Ha ha He chuckled, "I am the master of the throne!"

Ying Zheng was shocked all over, his eyes were wide open, and he roared: "stop talking nonsense, come on..."

Before the word "Lai Ren" came down, he seemed to remember that there were no soldiers in the hall at this time. He stopped talking for a moment, but his trembling right hand felt towards the hilt of his sword.

"No? Let's change places! "

Before Ying Zheng's right hand touched the hilt of his sword, he felt his body lightened. He had reached the bottom of the steps and just stood in the position of Taoist in Qingyi.

Yi Heng sat comfortably on the throne and looked down at him.

If he doesn't know what's going on now, he won't be an emperor forever.

Sure enough, under the steps, Ying Zheng looked at him stupidly. At this time, he really looked up.

But, in the vision is no longer the color of panic, on the contrary is a pair of admiration.

"This position will be yours in the end." Yi Heng good time to say: "but today is my, you, no problem?"

On hearing this, Ying Zheng quickly nodded and said, "no, no problem!"

"Very good!" He said with satisfaction, then frowned slightly, and said again: "time is pressing, I say you listen! You do it

"Yes, yes..."

"After ruling the country, we must unite all countries as one instead of killing more people."

"Yes, yes."

"Unify the world."

"Yes, yes."

"Unified measurement."

"Yes, yes."

"Build the Great Wall to protect the grassland herdsmen."

"Yes, yes."

"Harness the Yellow River to nurture the people."

"Yes, yes."

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in the divine sense, many monks came from the sky. In a flash, they were 500 miles away, and their words became more and more urgent. Everything that could think of what the great Qin Empire had done would be explained.

Seeing Ying Zheng looking at him strangely and nodding with his words, he was very satisfied.

Perhaps there is no need to explain this, everything will naturally develop according to history, but when I leave, I can't put it down.

"A Fang Gong..." Suddenly, his thick eyebrows wrinkled tightly, and he could not speak any more.

As soon as his eyes were fixed, he focused on Ying Zheng's face. The latter suddenly trembled. After a breath, his eyes were lax and his legs were soft, as if he was about to collapse.Yi Heng did not dare to see more, only to take back his eyes, but the color of doubt on his face was more intense.

Judging from his face, he didn't seem to have a bad ending. Why did he suddenly die after only 11 years in office after unifying the six states?

But if he doesn't die suddenly, how can he let history develop in the established direction?

For a moment, he was confused and uncertain.

Isn't this the real king of Qin? Or will something unpredictable happen after that?

He straightened up and looked up at the top of the palace, regardless of Ying Zheng, who was still shaking slightly below. At the same time, he said in a deep voice:

"since you have arrived, why don't you come down for a talk? Do you want Yi to meet you personally? "

A light drink, spread all over the square ten li, the ear will hear people reply: "dare not, dare not, I wait for this will go down."

"The fate of Yi Daoyou is gathered here today, and we will go on."

"Don't you dare to bother me? I'll go down at once. "

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