Saint Qin Batu

Chapter 489 The Sinner

The Penglai Patriarch lashed out loudly and emotionally, and the only few remaining cultivators around him burst into tears.

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

Although they were cultivators who transformed themselves into gods, their cultivation had been slow to improve, and it happened that several of their friends had died, and they were in a desperate situation. Naturally, they could no longer be suppressed.

No matter what the ancestors of Penglai said, or the demeanor of those cultivators who transformed into gods in the fairyland at this time, it does not seem to be fake.Therefore, many soldiers of the Qin army couldn't help but hesitated.

Hearing what they said, it seems that the whole of China is receiving their favor.However, looking at their current appearance, there is no such thing as a savior. They are simply a group of bereaved dogs.

And it was their Majesty the First Emperor who caused all this. Is this really okay?

Ying Zheng silently glanced at the hundreds of thousands of soldiers of the Qin army below, and then his eyes gradually turned cold.

Everything that the ancestor of Penglai said may be true.Obviously, at this time, the generals of the Qin army had already begun to feel pity for their group of immortals who sacrificed themselves to save the world.

In the same way, if you believe this group of "immortals", you will inevitably have doubts about Ying Zheng.

Qin's monarchs, ministers and common people have a huge influence on Qin's national destiny.If the morale of the army is lost, let alone the fate of the country, they may have to face revenge from the fairyland in the future.

Ying Zheng did not forget, but now only two of the three ancestors came.

What's more, Ying Zheng didn't dare to make sure that the seemingly embarrassed Penglai Patriarch and Abbot Patriarch really had no backup.

"Is it true love? Or a trick?"

Ying Zheng was uncertain.However, no matter what it is, Ying Zheng must first stabilize people's hearts at this moment.Moreover, ordinary people may not know what the salvation of the world that the ancestor of Penglai was talking about, but Yingzheng couldn't be more clear about it.

Demons from another world may really have terrifying people, but in order to seal these so-called demons, what did they do?

In the 800 years of Ji Zhou, most of the time was in the midst of war.

The so-called luck of heaven is just piled up by relying on the chaos of war and the lives of groups of Chinese people.

Moreover, if Ying Zheng hadn't forcibly changed his fate against the sky, after the death of Qin Dynasty, Chu and Han fought for hegemony, and the number of mortals who died would probably be in the millions.

Not to mention, after the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Huaxia clan between the Jin and Jin Dynasties was almost extinct.

Is this considered salvation?
If it is to save the world, then what is saved is only the world of those immortals. To ordinary mortals, it is just a lifetime of peace and a lifetime of trouble.

Don't you see, in those secret realms, the Nascent Soul warriors who are full of food all day long are no more than the same level as the enemy of Ji Hao and others.

Such a monk, what is he cultivating?But just a longer period of comfort.

"Are you afraid of death?" Ying Zheng took a slight step, looked at the ancestor of Penglai, and asked coldly.

"Afraid of death? What a joke!" Penglai Patriarch snorted coldly and laughed.

"Since you are not afraid of death, why don't you dare to fight the demons, but come to stop me?"

When the ancestor of Penglai heard this, he laughed out of anger, "Fight against the demons? If you really release the demons, how do you let those mortals deal with themselves? Could it be possible to fight against the demons as well?"

"Could it be that there are no mortals in the demon race you're talking about?" Ying Zheng smiled disdainfully.

"What?" Patriarch Penglai was taken aback and asked with a frown.

"Didn't you just say that among the demons, there are demons that are so strong that no one can fight them, and there are demons that can't even be hit by a mortal? Could it be that the demons in your mouth are not insane? I don't understand Seek good fortune and avoid misfortune?"

Ying Zheng's words made the ancestor of Penglai choke for a moment.

However, waiting for him to organize his rebuttal, Ying Zheng spoke again.

"Ordinary people among the demons dare to fight here, but you, as monks, are scared out of your wits and dare to live in the fairyland. It's really ridiculous!"

"You haven't seen the horror of those demons, how would you know, when you really face them, you are afraid of death and don't even have the courage to hold a sword!"

His heart was damaged, and he was quite excited, which made the ancestor of Penglai blush.

"Strong, is it worth your fear that you can't even hold a sword?" Ying Zheng sneered, then stretched out his hand, pointing at the hundreds of thousands of Qin soldiers below and said.

"In your eyes, they are nothing more than a group of stronger ants. Look at the sacrifice of so many cultivators in your mouth, which one of them can't easily crush them to death?
But, look at them, are they afraid?So what are you holding in your hand?If it weren't for them, would those cultivators among you die so easily?

You are timid and fearful, dare not face the demons, and keep going your own way.Look at this land of Huaxia, once filled with immortals and gods, but now you are the only ones left, don't you feel sad?

I may be a sinner.But, before again, you are also sinners.A group of sinners who took away the sword of self-improvement from Huaxia, and finally caused Huaxia to become a lamb to be slaughtered! "

Ying Zheng's repeated rhetorical questions left the Penglai ancestor speechless.

Even the group of cultivators who could not help but shed tears for what happened to them turned red at the moment, shy and shy, even embarrassed to look at the hundreds of thousands of Qin troops below.

"Your era has been shattered by me. Next, it will be my era, the era of Great Qin!"

After Ying Zheng finished speaking, he didn't even want to take another look at the Penglai Patriarch.With a wave of his hand, the Penglai Patriarch, who was seriously injured, was slapped and flew to the side of the cultivator of Huashen.

Hurriedly picking up the Penglai Patriarch, the cultivator in the fairyland discovered that Ying Zheng didn't seem to have killed him, but just wanted to hand over the Penglai Patriarch to them.

"Ignorance! Ignorance!"

Although he was rendered speechless by Ying Zheng's argument, the Penglai patriarch still pointed at Ying Zheng angrily and cursed back and forth after he was subdued.

"Heh! I think the ignorant ones are you arrogant but powerless immortals!"

At some point, Bai Qi had brought the unconscious abbot ancestor to Ying Zheng's side.

Just like before, Bai Qi threw it casually, and threw the abbot ancestor like a rag doll.

After a little inspection, although the monks in the fairyland found that the abbot ancestor was still breathing, it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Moreover, now they are not only at an absolute disadvantage, but also completely lost face.

"Didn't you say that the cultivators above the Transformation God need to go through the thunder calamity? Hehe, coincidentally, the old man has also experienced the thunder calamity, and knows the pain of the narrow escape.

However, since you want to go further, if you don't go through the thunder disaster, don't experience life and death, there is no hope at all.If you want to be stronger, you must die and survive.This has been the case since ancient times, and even the mortals under your feet know that if you want to be rich, you must fight desperately.The heaven in your mouth has warned you for thousands of years, but you have ignored it in vain.You are stupid and blame others! "

Bai Qi's phone call was perfectly connected with Ying Zheng.

Not only the generals and soldiers of the Qin Army, who had always aimed at military merit, were excited when they heard it, and they wished to make meritorious deeds immediately.Even those cultivators who transformed themselves into gods couldn't help but start to think about it.

The monks are firm, but the premise is that the foundation of their belief cannot be shaken.

Just like the current fairyland monks, who believe in the way of heaven, for the sake of the so-called common people, they have been dormant for thousands of years.However, attacking Ying Zheng and Bai Qi with his own spear and his own shield made him feel at a loss again.

Ying Zheng and Bai Qi saw all the changes in everyone's moods.

Father, like son.

Whether it is the ancestor of Penglai or the cultivator of Huashen, they are all obsessed with the ideas of their ancestors.When the concept of the ancestors is broken, it is inevitable that it will be difficult to get out.

"Hooray! Hooray!"

Fragmentary cheers sounded at Ying Zheng's feet, and then gathered into a vast ocean.

Ying Zheng's mouth curled into a silent smile.He knew that the morale of the army had stabilized, even stronger than before.On the contrary, the people in the fairyland, at this moment, are not without opportunities to turn them into useful ones.

(End of this chapter)