Yin Dong was very happy to notice the changes on the banner and couldn't help but sigh.

"The banner is too small to hold the magnificent life of a Chinese emperor. The banner is too large to hold the five thousand years of civilization of my Great China, and the seeds of civilization that have sprinkled from China to the endless universe."

Yin Xiaoning didn't understand and asked, "What does it mean?"

“Literally.”

After answering casually, Yin Dong smiled and explained when his little daughter rolled her eyes.

"My dad used to go online and saw that history books were too small to fill their magnificent lives, and history books were too big to fill the civilization of China for five thousand years. Now, after walking out of the Blue Star, I realized that we are not the first people to come out of China. There are legends of Chinese predecessors everywhere in the heavens and worlds, and in the endless universe."

"Oh, there are many legends about the masters, right?" Yin Xiaoning asked curiously.

"Yes, your charlatan master, you don't do anything serious every day, and you've been scattered everywhere. You've dug a lot of pits for your disciple, me."

Yin Dong complained and made his little daughter giggle.

outside world.

In front of a Taoist temple.

The sloppy old Taoist priest sat under the jujube tree, looking at the Yin family father and daughter in the live broadcast room, holding the wine goat with one hand and the withered goat beard with the other, with an extremely entangled expression.

"The child calls his master, and he is also a relative grandson... The old Taoist really wants to make a possibility, just..."

After taking a sip of wine, the sloppy old Taoist priest's eyes stormed, he tore off two yellow beards, and said fiercely: "It is related to the rise of the entire human camp, so you can't be soft-hearted!"

A flash of green light.

The Taoist in the green robe who landed opposite the old Taoist priest said with a serious expression: "The moth has a son, and the moth will not be defeated; kill it as a feed to feed his son. Old Taoist, you can't be soft-hearted. Yin Dong knew that the mistress and the little four were the sons of the moth."

"roll

!How can the old Taoist not know? You need to fart, get away, otherwise the old Taoist will kill you!" The old Taoist priest shouted a little irritably, wiped his old face with the greasy robe sleeve, and turned his eyes to the live broadcast room screen again.

The Taoist priest in the green robe did not leave, but he approached and said with a serious expression: "Depending on what Yin Dong means, even if his little daughter and son are the son of Moe Xiao, he doesn't plan to deal with them. Old Taoist, you have to take action yourself."

The sloppy old Taoist priest had a strange look and wanted to scold the Taoist priest in green robe, but he didn't know what to scold.

How to scold?

What they said is true. Yin Xiaoning and his brother are chess pieces of the Zong family. They are just to devour the luck of the Yin family. They have already made it clear.

Yin Dong knew it very well, but did he seem to be able to kill Yin Xiaoning?

It doesn't exist!

With this boy's bad temper, he would rather die by himself than give up the lives of his children.

Having said that, it was his master who was not close to two young people and could still be cruel. If Xiaobao was really the son of the moth, he could still be cruel and could he be cruel and could he be cruel and attack Xiaobao?

Master, I can’t do it!

"well--"

The sloppy old Taoist priest sighed, and lay down under the jujube tree with no hope, and then scattered it: "Whatever you want, just do it. Don't look for the old Taoist, there is nothing you can do."

The Taoist priest in green robe was anxious: "Old Taoist, you can't be so irresponsible, Yin Dong is..."

"He is just a destiny man. Even if something happens to his children, then Ling Fan will be there!"

The sloppy old Taoist priest used words to block the Taoist priest in green robe, but he didn't expect that the other party would really care about it.

"Yes, Ling Fan is also the chosen son of this generation of human race. Xiaobao, Xiao Ning'er, and Qiu Ying will listen to him. His son is the reincarnation body, the void Taoist body, the blood evil body Mi Xin, the two Gu Wen, Xiao Xueer, and Ji Yang's children will not reject him..."

When he heard this guy start to think about it seriously, the sloppy old Taoist priest wanted to say something, but finally he shut up.

If it really endangers the rise of the human camp, I believe Yin Dong will make a choice. Even if he wants to accompany his children to hell, he will make arrangements for others in advance and will not drag everyone to hell with him.

Forget it, it will rain, and my mother wants to get married, let him go!

...

"Ah snee-"

Yin Dong sneezes loudly, and inexplicably felt a little cold on his body, and he spitted a little bit of complaint.

"It must be your old liar, Master Zu, scolding me again. Sanbao, when you see Master Zu, you can help your dad pull off a few more beards. The old man is so bad."

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Yin Xiaoning smiled, her pink little face filled with a cheerful smile, and she had no idea what crisis she was facing. Even her relatives and masters had the idea to kill her.

She and Xiao Sier had a good father like Yin Dong. Even though they knew that she was the son of Moe Xiao, they had never thought of giving up their siblings.

Wow—

Among the banner above the sky, the one belonging to Qin Shihuang was a wave from the long river of time, breaking through the sky, as if a water dragon was born.

On the waves, Qin Shihuang remained motionless. The eagle looked at the wolf and released the mighty emperor's power, with unparalleled dominance, overwhelming the world.

While he was still looking at the environment of this new world, he heard a familiar voice coming into his ears.

"Your Majesty, this is from the long river of time

Come?"

When Qin Shihuang was in sight, Yin Dong grinned and waved his hand to say hello to him, and the project to build the Nightmare Underworld did not stop.

Qin Shihuang stood on the waves, looked down below, and found Yin Dong's place. There was a hint of warmth in his cold eyes, and he responded faintly.

"The battle for clan fortunes merged with other games. I did not return to the city. I stayed in the long river of time to practice. I sensed that you kid was making trouble here, come and have a look."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Yin Dong felt a little excited and thanked him sincerely.

Even though the First Emperor spoke coldly, it was because of his nature, Yin Dong knew in his heart that this ancestor was intentional and was worried that he had something to do, so he led a large army to help.

It must be said that making this decision and taking decisively takes not only great courage, but also daring to take risks, but also taking care of him.

Yin Dong was really moved, and his smile became even brighter.

Immediately afterwards, Yin Dong passed over with a thought, merged the game and what he was doing, and gave Qin Shihuang a clear idea.

The Huaxia Zulong was shocked, pointed at him and pointed it at him with a false note, and sighed: "You kid can really make trouble! But I, I like it! Hahaha..."

Speaking of later, Qin Shihuang was always unscathed and unmoved, and even laughed loudly later.

He also really admired Yin Dong's imagination and wanted to use this magical nightmare world to display the Yin-Yang culture of China.

How to show it?

A large-scale direct construction of an underworld world is the underworld world.
Chapter completed!