Chaos and vastness, endless evolution, many strange phenomena were staged in turn, until one of the figures evolved, which immediately attracted waves of exclamations and shouts.

It was a very unique figure, its face was blurry and could not be seen clearly. Only the robe on its body could be seen, but even the texture on it was not clear.

But even so, all the monks and warriors who saw this figure knew that it was the Great Qin Zulong Emperor who unified Beimingzhou. He was not crowned or crowned, just a vague outline. Standing there, there was a...

The domineering power that overwhelms the eight wastelands and sweeps across the world is naturally revealed.

I saw this emperor, who was rare in human history, waved his hand, and a rolling military formation emerged. As Chang Ge pointed, ghosts and gods cried, and demons wailed.

The appearance of this scene shocked the monks and warriors who were watching the show. Even the Black Eagle patrol guarding beside him couldn't help but turn around and cast a shocked look.

This is Da Qin, and this is Xianyang City. Even if most people have never seen the scene unfolding in the chaos behind the young man, they have basically heard of it, and even read it in books. Among them

The scene revealed can also be mirrored one by one with what I saw when I was a child.

"That's Emperor Zulong?"

Three hundred feet away from the imperial capital of Xianyang City, on the deck of a flying boat that hung in the air like a dormant beast, a young man holding a giant ax looked at the scene below and couldn't help but ask the man next to him.

"yes!"

He was a middle-aged man who was not angry and proud. Even though he tried his best to restrain himself at the moment, his expression showed something strange after all, because the scene he saw before him surpassed his previous experience.

"How did he do it? How did he make His Majesty the First Emperor appear in his vision!"

"have no idea."

The middle-aged man spoke concisely and concisely, and there was some confusion in his eyes. Then he seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Feng Bingwen's face carefully, trying to get some clues from it.

"Dad, if I remember correctly, only descendants of the Zhao family can create such a scene, and only those with extremely talented people can reproduce the amazing feat of His Majesty Zulong across the world!"

"...Is this something you can say?"

The middle-aged man glanced down at his son, and immediately asked the burly young man to lower his head.

"I was wrong!"

High in the sky, many dignitaries and generals of the Qin Dynasty stopped to watch the evolution of Feng Bingwen's vision. It was difficult for them to ignore this scene, because it really represented too much.

On the lowest level, in the flying area designated by Great Qin for immortal cultivators, the discussions among many cultivators were even more lively.

"Look, I said the news is correct. This is definitely the emperor's son. Only the emperor's son can evolve into His Majesty the Ancestral Dragon!"

"I'm afraid Xianyang City will never be peaceful again!"

An old monk with his hands behind his back, a sad and old-fashioned look on his face,

"Old man, please stop pretending. How many years have you lived? You are only over 200 years old. Your blood is exhausted. You have half of your foot stepped into the coffin board. Are you still sighing about something? You are not peaceful? The position has been decided.

Now, it’s your turn to make irresponsible remarks? So what if he is really the emperor’s son?”

"That's right, even if you are an emperor's son, if you want to achieve a high position, you have to fight monsters and obtain enough military exploits. Otherwise, you will only be able to make a living. This is true for all the emperor's sons from your majesty's palace, not to mention this origin.

Unknown boy."

"Why should I wait for the common people to care about this? Why can't I just watch the fun in peace? If I say something wrong, be careful to punish me with making false remarks. When the time comes, it will be a crime of beheading."

"Brother, what you said is absolutely true. I'm just waiting for the little monks to watch the show, no matter how many times it happens."

At this time, Feng Bingwen's enlightenment had reached the most critical point. He felt the vicissitudes and changes of the thousand-year-old ancient city of Xianyang.

The Tao of Heaven and Earth has left a heavy imprint on it. One after another, the kings of the Qin Dynasty once gave orders here. After generations of accumulation, the kings of the Qin Dynasty were given the title of Emperor and could be called the emperor. As a result, the human race completely occupied the north. Hades.

He saw too many majestic figures that made people's hearts sway, and even saw the legendary emperor, and saw his tyranny of rebuking Fang Qiu and permeating all directions.

That magnanimity made even Feng Bingwen feel moved by it. He even felt regret and sigh in his heart, wishing he could not have been born in the same era as him.

But soon, as the Tao Yun dissipated, Feng Bingwen's consciousness returned to consciousness. It was the imprint left by an existence that could affect the operation of the laws of heaven and earth.

If someone is extremely talented and highly inspired, they can touch the mark and see the scenes that have happened in history. Feng Bingwen, with the blessing of the innate five-element Taoist body, was able to witness everything, but in the end it was still too far away, so He could only see a little bit, but even so, it was of great benefit to his practice.

"..."

However, when Feng Bingwen broke away from the state of enlightenment, even without opening his eyes, he could feel the gaze falling on him. It was no exaggeration to describe it.

"Yaoshou!"

Feng Bingwen felt a little sore in his balls. Although he did not intend to keep a low profile and did not intend to play the trick of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, he did not intend to be so arrogant.

The current situation was somewhat beyond his expectation, but there was nothing he could do about it. After all, things like enlightenment were often beyond the control of the monks themselves. If something suddenly happened, it would happen.

"Thank you very much!"

Without hesitating for too long, the vision behind Feng Bingwen had dissipated. He opened his eyes, his eyes shone brightly, and then he calmly thanked the Black Eagle patrol around him.

"Congratulations to the Supreme Master Daozi for his great improvement in cultivation, attaining Taoism and becoming an immortal, which is just around the corner!"

After a young general heard Feng Bingwen's voice, he immediately drove the black eagle on his crotch to fly close, inciting martial arts energy, and the sound was like a loud bell. He congratulated Feng Bingwen and directly named Feng Bingwen to the onlookers. Bingwen’s identity.

This won't work if we don't name them publicly. As the saying goes, rumors stop only among the wise, but wise people are always in the minority, even among the monks.

Even if he names the identity of Taishang Daozi, and even deliberately adds fuel to the flames to make it spread quickly, not many people believe it. Instead, they believe in something. Today, there are many people who have illegitimate sons of your Majesty. Among the ten, few It is said that eight people believe this.

How can this be done? How could the reputation of the Emperor of Qin tolerate such unwarranted slander? Therefore, the truth must be disclosed, and then those who criticize will be punished according to the laws of Qin.

"The road to immortality is long, I am just taking one step forward!"

Looking at the obvious deliberate behavior of the general in front of him, Feng Bingwen frowned, but didn't say anything more. Regardless of his identity, it was nothing bad for him anyway. At most, he just wanted to visit and disturb him. , or there will just be more people who are greedy for his body.

"Brother Feng Dao!"

Just when Feng Bingwen was thinking about how to leave this place and get rid of the embarrassing scene of tens of thousands of people watching, a voice that made him happy sounded.

"Brother Yi!"

Taishang Daozi looked at the person who dared to say hello to him at this time with a face of joy, but it was a young man wearing animal skin. Although he was a young man, he had thick black hair, a tall body, and long and powerful limbs.

Then you will know that it is extraordinary.

"I finally found you, hahaha!"

Feng Bingwen smiled as he landed on the chassis of the young man who made the noise. It was a chariot pulled by nine ferocious beasts.

"Sunset God Lord Yi Canglan!!"

Previously, Feng Bingwen's performance was so dazzling that it attracted the attention of almost everyone present. But when this popular talent of the human race appeared, few people paid attention. At this time, the two people gathered together, and people immediately

He screamed in surprise, showing surprise and admiration.

"To be able to call him a brother and a brother, he must be an equal and unparalleled talent. I think that person must be really great!"

"Even if he is the Supreme Daozi, it does not conflict with his status as the emperor's son!"

Someone was muttering in a low voice, and was soon stared at by a pair of sharp eyes.

Suddenly, there was a space around this monk who couldn't control his mouth. He himself turned pale at this time, because two Black Eagle patrols had already come to his side. On the cold mask, there was only

Only one pair of eyes was exposed.

"I……"

The big-mouthed monk's lips were trembling, but soon, he remembered something, and quickly took out a talisman from his body, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and shouted loudly,

"I have fought with demons, I have done meritorious service to the human race, and I have military exploits."

"Come with us!"

It is a pity that although this identity plate carrying military merit softened the gaze of the Black Eagle Patrol, it did not interfere with the final result. The monk who did not control his mouth was eventually taken away.

"What's going on?"

Feng Bingwen had a panoramic view of this scene. He was always paying attention to everything happening around him. After all, the source could most likely be traced back to him, so it was hard not to care.

He has the Book of Heaven in his heart, and any bad changes caused by him will result in him. That is bad karma!

"you do not know?"

Seeing Feng Bingwen asking him, Yi Canglan, who was just here to join in the fun, smiled narrowly.

"What do I want to know? I was just enlightening."

Feng Bingwen frowned, feeling something was wrong.

"Now in Xianyang City, many people are spreading the news that you are the emperor's son!"

While speaking, Yi Canglan had already activated the sound-forbidden and isolating array engraved on the chariot to isolate the inside and outside, creating an almost closed independent space. The chariot had slowly driven away from the outskirts of the city and entered the sky above Xianyang City.

"Emperor's son?!"

Hearing such an answer, Feng Bingwen couldn't help showing a look of astonishment on his face.

Who would have thought of such a thing, just to realize the truth, and then inexplicably have a father after it is over. Although this father has a prominent status, even if he searches all over the human race, I am afraid there is no one who can compare with him, but it still makes people feel very

subtle.

"At first I still thought it was their nonsense, but after I arrived at the scene, I thought they were right. Brother Feng, tell me, do you have the blood of the Zhao family in your body?"

"No way!"

Feng Bingwen categorically rejected it. Although this was a famous surname of emperor blood in the human race, it didn't matter. It didn't matter. Forcibly involving it would only make you lose face.

"Then how did you evolve His Majesty the First Emperor in your own vision? This is something that only the direct descendants of the Zhao family can do, and those who can do this in their own visions often have a good chance of inheriting the great emperor.

system."
To be continued...