Li Si, Prime Minister of the Qin Empire: "Seven stars, seven countries, seven secrets, the core of Canglong Qisu, throughout the ages, are controlled by the heirs of each country."
Yun Zhongjun of the Yin Yang Family: "The Yin Yang Family has protected this secret for so many years, but has never been able to get in... In this small copper box, the power to control the world is actually hidden."
Confucian Zhang Liang: "The mystery of Canglong Qisu, which has been passed down for thousands of years and has not yet been solved... Whether it can have the power to control the world is unknown. But this legend is not groundless."
From the seven most powerful countries in the Warring States Period to the most confusing Yin-Yang family among the philosophers, they all seem to be guarding a common secret, hidden in seven golden boxes that the world cannot peep into. It is said that there is a mysterious force sealed inside.
Being able to control the world is a power that extraordinary people can harness and control.
Open the golden box, what is sealed inside? What will be the consequences?
It is Hui Ze who leads Yu Nei to the paradise.
It is a disaster that dyes Liuhe into darkness.
When the past has become a legend, the wheel of history is still rolling, and the years of separation and separation are flowing quietly. The young man walking in the darkness is chasing the melody of the phantom sound. When a door to a troubled world is opened, the moment the mystery is revealed is still there.
How far away?
In the world of Qin Dynasty, everyone has his or her own unique journey. Whether it is joys and sorrows, or separation and reunion, their survival is ultimately closely linked to that era and cannot be separated, because this is the so-called destiny.
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"drive"
"drive"
Huge roars echoed in the air, and the hard iron hooves of the Golden Fire Cavalry shook the ground, as if the entire land was about to shake.
"Give the order, and speed up again," Meng Tian ordered solemnly, the reins in his hands shaking faster and faster, his falcon-like eyes tightened, looking gloomily at the tightly held Red Dragon Scroll, which conveyed a message.
——A hundred thousand urgent
"Yes...the general gave the order, speed up again", the soldiers shouted loudly.
A major accident occurred in Xianyang, and he needed to rush back to Canghai City immediately to reorganize the entire army and be on standby.
Star Soul, the left guardian of the empire, sat silently in the chariot, with bottomless blue pupils and surging murderous intent that had not disappeared for a long time. "Let's go! If you continue to take action, you may have a chance to kill me, but
You yourself will definitely be seriously injured." Ge Nie's cold voice echoed in his heart again. This sentence was simply a great shame for him. If he hadn't been afraid of the existence of quicksand, he wouldn't have given up. He gritted his teeth and tried
He raised his right hand again, but he couldn't do it. His hand would only tremble violently. The sequelae of excessive use of power and the damage to the meridians of his right arm made him extremely painful. The sweat on his forehead dripped across his face.
His expression darkened, the strange patterns in his eyes became even more strange, and his cold pupils became as cold as the gloomy hell ice.
The noise of splashing sand and gravel was mixed with the rough breathing of the horses, constantly urging the fast-moving troops, galloping past like a storm, and the dust raised from the ground seemed to have the momentum to dye the entire sky golden.
Xianyang, Guanzhong, stands majestically on the northern terraces, singing the praises of a arrogant hero, Ying Zheng, with his commanding power! He created unprecedented history and drew a bright blueprint that would determine the two thousand years of feudal society in the future. This powerful figure
Man, the overlord who is closest to playing the role of savior, will he use his boundless ambition to push the empire to a more glorious height, or will he hastily draw the curtain of the empire's decline?
The deserted Xianyang Palace seemed to become even more desolate because of the murderous aura exuding from Ying Zheng.
The ever-burning lamp reflects a faint light, a cool breeze sneaks into the hall, and the flame becomes a little fluttering.
There are only two piles of models on display in the empty hall, water and earth, the mirage and the Great Wall. The mirage is floating peacefully on the sea as before, but many foreign clay sculptures are suddenly inserted into the corner of the unfinished Great Wall, and they have the potential to develop into beacons.
The momentum of a prairie fire.
This mythical giant, when he looked down at the steep mountains and saw a crack appearing in the empire that should have been impregnable, what he showed on his face was not a noble expression of compassion for the common people and universal love for the world, but a noble expression that was compared to that of a generation.
The tyrant's eyes were snarling, and the anger in his eyes was ready to come out. The evil look on his face made people tremble when they saw it. He poured out his heart for the city and shed his blood for the country. His body seemed to be getting older at this moment.
The Huns, the remnants of Xia Jie, and the dancers in the darkness, suddenly went south and set foot on the territory of Qin at this delicate moment. The so-called disaster caused Xiao Qiang, not only the external enemies, but also the long-planned rebellious forces within the empire have been ready to move. What they are waiting for
It was such a turbulent time. For Ying Zheng, who had a careful plan and had to strictly implement it, these were undoubtedly extraneous things that suddenly happened in the midst of his vigorous and resolute actions.
Even though he has uncovered the merits of heaven and earth, established the foundation of eternity, and completed the great mission entrusted to him by heaven, such a powerful person cannot reach the realm of God. He is just an ordinary person at this moment, just like ordinary people in their short lives.
It was difficult to resist the gradual erosion of time. He could not imagine or dare to imagine that if he would die one day, and if that day would eventually come, then his boundless ambitions and dreams would only be ruthlessly curbed.
The world's meritorious deeds will only be forgotten by the world in the torrent of history.
To dominate or to be dominated?
It is impossible for such a strong and proud man to endure control, let alone be willing to be dominated. Who is he? Ying Zheng, the first emperor of all time, the supreme among kings, his will is the imperial edict and Shenyu, as long as he ascends to the top
Phew, no one in the four seas will be vassal, and no one in the eight wastes will bow his head. His ambition cannot be hindered, his will cannot be reversed, not even God will allow it, his body should be different, and his life should be as long as heaven.
, he wants to witness his empire for eternity and even eternity, he wants to continue to dominate this beautiful land, he wants the vicissitudes of time to always be shy of him, and he wants all the people in the world to look at his aura forever.
To realize all this, we can only get the legendary elixir of longevity, and to get the elixir of longevity, we can only hope in the mirage waiting to set sail.