I crossed over and became the fate of the Qin Dynasty

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"What? Could it be that there are big fish here?" Meng Ao tried to push aside the group of soldiers standing together, trying to squeeze in to have a look.

"General, it's dangerous inside, please leave it to us." A soldier turned his head and gave Meng Ao a cold look, like a tiger devouring a man, he looked at Meng Ao in a daze.

If he hadn't practiced the kung fu for a period of time, Meng Ao would have fainted from the sight of the gathering force just now.

"Quick battle, I have other things to deal with." Meng Ao came back to his senses, frowned, but still didn't scold him, so he stopped silently.

"General, please don't worry." The soldier seemed to know, bowed slightly and nodded, showing weakness, "It only takes a quarter of an hour to solve it, just ask the general to watch from the side."

After finishing speaking, he stopped looking at Meng Ao, turned his head, and the group of soldiers gathered together again.

"Boom!"

It was as if a heavy object had hit the ground, and the whole land was staggered by this step, or the step of this group of soldiers.

A strong wind blew in, and with just a "crash", the courtyard in front of me collapsed into disrepair, and a passageway for one person was leaked.

"Gale!"

"咴-"

A dark blue gale bird appeared out of thin air, and with a sound of alarm, it opened up the passage in front of it, revealing the elders of the Mo family hiding underneath.

"There is an order to kill the gods. If you meet Mohists, you will be killed without mercy."

Plain tone, plain words, but when these things are shouted out by thousands or tens of thousands of soldiers, the so-called plainness is gone, and all that leaks out is majesty.

The people below seemed to be stupefied by fright, and stared blankly at the pawns above.

That was Shura, the bloodthirsty Shura who had just crawled out of hell, countless colors were dyed on the dark armor, black, white, green, purple, and endless blood.

The sound just now was not only shouted by this group of soldiers here, but also shouted by more than [-] soldiers in Yongcheng.

Yongcheng, who was so frightened that he could not speak or breathe, had no reason to wake up, as if he was dead, quiet and quiet, only the sound of soldiers walking, killing, and everything else in daily life, All gone.

……

escape!escape! !escape! ! !

This is the only thought in the Mohist giant's mind now.

He had been running away since last night, and he was running away very quickly without the slightest bit of nostalgia.

In the past, he was confident that he could escape from the hands of those Qin soldiers. After all, he had seen the appearance of the defenders of Yongcheng.

But ever since he saw Ying Zheng's majesty and the so-called black emperor Ying Zichu, he no longer had such thoughts.

Now he has only one thought, which is to run away, hurry up and run away.

There was a terrifying aura hanging behind him all the time, and this aura had locked onto him when he left Yongcheng.

Cold and bloodthirsty.

This is his only feeling, no, there should be another kind, a breath called death.

What kind of horror is this?

He had experienced this kind of horror before, and that day was not too far away, it was the night before Ying Zheng sealed the Black Emperor.

That night, a figure comparable to a battlefield full of corpses appeared in the palace of Yongcheng, that kind of power and aura was like this.

If there is any difference, it's just that the aura behind it is far and near, and also a little weak.

The others are exactly the same as those that appeared that night, they are all dead silent, cold, and full of bloodthirsty feelings.

It's just that the aura that night didn't have the so-called killing intent, but this one was a real killing intent, and it just hit him.

The steps under his feet are getting faster and faster, but the breath behind him is getting closer and closer, it seems to be behind him, at his neck.

Don't dare to look back, and can't look back.

In a panic, as if he stepped on something, he rolled down all the way, just like that.

He didn't stop all the way, and rolled to the edge of the cliff, and just rolled down without hearing a sound.

A figure decorated with soldiers just appeared on the edge of this cliff. Looking at the endless darkness below, he knew that this Mohist fish who slipped through the net would not survive.

"The Mohist Mohists are dead, and report back to Yongcheng."

The plain words were shaken by the cliff, and the echo was eliminated. Looking at the edge of the cliff, there was nowhere to be seen.

……

Pain, headache, pain everywhere in the body.

The giant of the Mo family struggled to open his eyes, looking at everything here.

It was dark here, without a single ray of light, but he could already see it very clearly.

It seems that the surroundings are dim, black, and there is nothing.

He remembered, and only remembered, that he stepped on the ground, fell down, and rolled all the way.

Judging from this appearance, it probably rolled to the bottom of the cliff.

However, this is the scene under the cliff?Or, with his skill, how could he fall down, even rolled all the way to the edge of the cliff?

Even if there was a terror chasing him and threatening him, it was impossible for him to roll all the way down in such a mess.

"It looks like you're confused."

An unmasculine voice emerged, which caught him off guard.

The heart that was already flustered became even more irritable.

"Who?! Who are you?! Come out and speak?!"

The roar came out of his mouth, echoed in this pitch-black space, and then was swallowed by the surrounding pitch-black again.

"Who am I?" The voice was still neither male nor female, but this time, the voice had a slightly playful tone, "I am a god, a fairy, a saint, a spirit, a demon, a devil, and you. It's me, it's him, it's everything."

The words after "yes" seem to have a wonderful connection with this space. Every time the voice says a different word, the space is changing accordingly.

Sometimes it is solemn and inviolable, sometimes it is floating, sometimes it is sacred and worships, and sometimes it makes people feel comfortable, horrified, and frightened, like a mirror, or like a river, and finally returns to chaos.

"You...you..." To him, to this Mohist tycoon who is still on the run, this is a kind of miracle, a kind of miracle different from Yingzheng and Yingzichu.

"Can't talk?" The voice was still joking, "But you don't need to talk, you just need to listen to me and then make a choice."