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Chapter 123 So, the King of Qin is putting on an act with us?!

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"Qin...Qin Feng?"

Upon hearing this, the hall fell into complete silence.

The nine kings looked at each other, frozen in place like wooden statues.

The reason is simple: they are just too familiar with this name.

Only a few days have passed since the death of the divine seed? The Qin Dynasty's punitive expedition is still fresh in our minds.

Although they were certain that the person was dead, the fact that the country, name, and even occupation were exactly the same was too much of a coincidence, which inevitably aroused some suspicion in their hearts.

Noticing the slightly stiff looks in the eyes of the kings, the old man used magic to stop the bleeding from his eye sockets, glanced at the crowd with one eye, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Miyamoto Ishinobu took a deep breath: "Divine Messenger, don't you think this name sounds familiar?"

"familiar?"

The old man frowned, flipped his hand, and put a white pill into his mouth, clearing his somewhat dazed mind.

"Qin Feng... Qin Feng..."

As he murmured the name again, the old man suddenly seemed to remember something and asked in surprise, "That divine seed from the Great Qin?"

"No! That's impossible!"

He quickly shook his head in denial.

At the time, the star chart clearly showed that the seed of the god had died, and no accident could have occurred.

However, this is indeed too much of a coincidence.

The old man waved his hand, and the star chart reappeared before his eyes.

Gazing at the star chart before him, he hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided against looking at it again.

The Heavenly Book Daoist had already noticed his movements. Even if he risked sacrificing his remaining lifespan, he would probably still have difficulty seeing all the information about that person due to the Heavenly Book Daoist's interference.

His expression changed, and he suddenly thought of something.

He reached his hand into the constellations and quickly stirred it.

As he stirred his arm, the constellations changed constantly, with wave after wave of different constellations alternating.

However, after a full two minutes, the old man's movements did not stop; instead, they became faster and more urgent.

"That's impossible! It shouldn't be like this!"

He kept muttering to himself, his face growing increasingly pale, and blood vessels were bulging menacingly in his remaining eyeball.

Time ticked by, and the old man's movements became increasingly violent.

Bang!

The star chart before him collapsed for the second time, and the old man staggered back a few steps, collapsing to the ground in terror.

"Disappeared..."

His eyes were filled with horror and disbelief.

The dead star that symbolized the seed of the gods has disappeared and no longer exists in the star chart.

That means...

"Seed of God..."

"Perhaps, he's still alive..."

He murmured, his eyes wide but somewhat lifeless.

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, the kings immediately became restless.

"You mean, that seed of godhood didn't die?!"

Miyamoto Ishinobu's expression changed, and he instantly flew into a rage.

"So, the King of Qin is putting on an act with us?!"

"He deliberately put on a show of a divine seed dying, intending to perish together with us, so he could take the opportunity to destroy a nation?!"

He was absolutely furious.

Ying Tian, who always appears so righteous and noble, is actually so insidious!

Damn it! Damn it all!

He couldn't even imagine what kind of face Ying Tian would have after he returned that day.

In his eyes, the so-called alliance of the ten kingdoms was probably as laughable as a bunch of fools.

"Heh heh..."

Miyamoto Ishinobu's face flushed red, and his eyes glared angrily.

"Good! Good! Good!"

His gaze swept over the eight kings in turn, and he said "good" three times.

The eight kings looked increasingly grim. If the seed of the god was still alive, it meant they were doomed.

Given the ruthless methods of the King of Qin, the fate of the Storm Kingdom will likely be the same as theirs.

Even if they survive, they will become a dog of the Qin Dynasty.

"What...should we do?"

The King of the White Eagle Kingdom struggled to speak, feeling his mouth extremely dry.

Their eyes were all on Miyamoto Ishinobu. At present, only Koukou Country, with the help of that ancestor, could retain a glimmer of hope.

After Miyamoto Ishinobu closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, he opened them again, and a fierce glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Gentlemen!"

Have you ever heard of the Abyss Temple?

His tone was calm, as if he had made up his mind.

"Abyss Buddhist Temple?!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the group changed slightly.

They were all kings, so they naturally knew about the Abyss and the Abyss Temple.

And Miyamoto Ishinobu is now mentioning...

"You've come into contact with it? You want to borrow the power of that ghostly Buddha? This..."

The kings exchanged glances, their expressions showing some struggle.

This idea is no less dangerous than the threat posed by the Qin Dynasty.

Seemingly sensing the hesitation of the crowd, Miyamoto Ishinobu spoke again:

"The blood and flesh of fifty million professionals can ensure the continuation of our nation's destiny."

"Once it's done, it won't stay; it will return to the abyss."

As soon as he finished speaking, a king suddenly looked up.

"But... can we trust what that ghostly Buddha said?"

"Is this reliable? Do you have any other better methods?"

"What that ghost Buddha seeks is to ascend to the path of divinity. The current world does not have the soil to support a god, so it naturally has no reason to stay."

Miyamoto Ishinobu's gaze swept over the crowd once more.

"Gentlemen, whether we live or die, there is only this one way."

"Fifty million professionals, less than seven million per country, compared to the destruction of a country, is nothing more than cutting off a piece of flesh."

After saying that, he noticed the shift in the expressions of the crowd and sneered inwardly.

He knew that the eight kings would agree; they had no other choice.

In fact, he did come into contact with that ghost Buddha.

However, the condition for that ghost Buddha was only ten million blood offerings.

The reason he changed it to fifty million was that he wanted the eight kingdoms to suffer serious damage and need at least several hundred years to recover.

The losses suffered by the Kingdom of Koukou were too heavy. Once the Great Qin is completely destroyed, the nine kingdoms will each go their own way, and the Kingdom of Koukou will naturally become the new prey. He needs to prepare in advance.

"good!"

At this point, the kings finally made up their minds and nodded in agreement.

Just as Miyamoto Ishinobu had thought, they had no other choice.

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Daqin, valley.

A cold wind blew as the young man sat cross-legged on the ground, his clothes swaying in the breeze.

Every hour, a six-colored die appears out of thin air in front of him and spins rapidly.

However, he wasn't very lucky; most of the time, the light burst out in crimson, and even orange light was extremely rare.

Until the moon rose high in the sky and the sunlight faded away.

Then the sun rises in the east and the night fades away.

The young man finally stopped what he was doing and stood up.

He sighed softly, shook his head slightly, briefly savored the fresh air, and composed himself.