Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 948 Wen Xin

Name: Proud Wenxin!

Origin: Inherited by twenty-four literati!

How to use: Take the destiny of the country as the source, integrate it into the body of civil servants, and obtain the inheritance of the sages!

Note: Only literati with a proud heart can integrate the ‘Arrogant Godhead’. Please choose the host carefully!

In the imperial study room, Qin Wudao was so excited after reading the introduction of the system that he even breathed a little quickly.

The inheritance of humanities is finally born!

Wen Xin!

Doesn’t it represent the power of literati?

"System, can Yu Qian integrate the 'Arrogant Wenxin'?"

Qin Wudao asked.

Among the civil servants in the Qin Dynasty, there are different personalities, but Yu Qian is famous for his pride and has been passed down through the ages.

Because of his pride, even if he was shattered to pieces, his innocence remained in this world.

"Can!"

"System, give Yu Qian the fusion of 'Proud Wenxin'!"

After hearing the answer, Qin Wudao ordered decisively.

The voice fell.

The void in front of Qin Wudao God split open, and a white crystal appeared, the size of a fist, with lingering talents and mysterious Taoist texts.

An awe-inspiring aura emitted from the crystal, ignoring time and covering the world.

Suddenly, a sea of ​​literature appeared in the sky of the Imperial City, and a scholar with a vague face, bright eyes, and elegant temperament emerged.

He stands tall in the sky, and his pride lasts forever.

"This is our inheritance!"

In the political affairs pavilion, Zhuge Liang, Xiao He, Guo Jia, Wang Yangming and other literati raised their heads and looked at the boundless sea of ​​literature, showing a hint of excitement and expectation.

Under the gaze of everyone, the 'Arrogant Godhead' broke through the air, flew into the sea of ​​destiny in the Great Qin Heavenly Court, and disappeared.

"It's a pity that it's not my inheritance!"

Zhuge Liang said regretfully.

After all, the universe is a world where the strong are respected.

He is in charge of a country and has a high and powerful position, but he also longs to become stronger and become the top powerhouse in the Great Qin Heavenly Court. He can garrison the country and become a being respected by all the world.

But as time went by, the gap in strength between civil servants and military generals became wider and wider.

Lack of strength has become a worry for almost all civil servants.

Now, they see hope!

Inside the royal study.

Qin Wudao was unaware of the psychological changes of civil servants and began to search for information about the Twelve Golden Men in Space.

Name: Space Golden Man!

Origin: Gather the soldiers from all over the world and cast twelve golden men to stabilize the country and protect the country!

How to use: Driven by luck, arrange the twelve golden human formations!

Note: The strength of the twelve golden people is related to the strength of the country. The current strength of the space golden people is comparable to that of the Immortal Emperor Warrior!

Note: After gathering all the twelve golden people, you can leapfrog the level and fight!

"With the Space Golden Man, the Great Qin Heavenly Court is equivalent to having one more powerful man sitting in charge. There is no need to worry about the emptiness in the rear!"

After reading the introduction of the Twelve Golden People, Qin Wudao smiled and murmured to himself.

At the same time, he began to look forward to the scene of gathering the twelve golden people.

Although he knew that it was a long process.

Just like the Jiuzhou Cauldron, until now, only Three Cauldrons have been summoned.

"Luck has come!"

Qin Wudao stood up and walked to the window. He saw a huge force of luck pouring in from all directions, vast and unstoppable.

"hold head high!"

In the sea of ​​luck.

The golden dragon of luck cheered and roared with joy. With a flick of its tail, it rushed into the sky, feasting and devouring massive amounts of luck.

In the blink of an eye, the dragon's body that was thousands of miles away turned into a giant dragon that was thousands of miles away.

Far beyond the limit of Xianting’s luck!

Rumble!

The sea of ​​luck boils, splashing purple light all over the sky, scattering across the territory of Da Qin, creating endless creations.

"This is luck!"

"Everyone, hurry up and retreat!"

Looking at the familiar scene, countless people of Great Qin became excited. They immediately put down what they were doing, sat cross-legged, circulated their skills, devoured and absorbed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Soon, there were powerful auras that shot straight into the sky.

"It's time to advance to the Immortal Court!"

Feeling the transformation of the people of Qin, Qin Wudao put his hands on his back, raised the corners of his mouth, and showed a smile.

In fact, with the strength of the Great Qin Heavenly Court, it has long been promoted to the Immortal Court. The only shortcoming is that the national strength is slightly weaker.

But this problem cannot be solved in a short time.

It takes a long time to accumulate.

After all, it has been less than five hundred years since the Great Qin Heavenly Court ascended to all heavens and realms, so it lacks any foundation.

"Yangzhou Ding, come out!"

After all the luck from Dongjitian and other worlds poured into the Great Qin Heavenly Court, there were faint signs of overflowing. Qin Wudao waved his hand, and a fairy light flew out and landed in the sea of ​​luck.

In the vast destiny, an ancient tripod stands tall.

The holy light is brilliant.

The carvings include mountains, rivers, birds, animals, terrain and rivers, which reveal a supreme aura.

"town!"

In the dark, an ancient and sacred voice resounded through the sky.

A majestic god stood on the Yangzhou tripod, pinched it with both hands, and exploded with mysterious power, restoring calm to the violent and boiling sea of ​​luck.

"As for this weapon, give it to Han Xin!"

Qin Wudao took out the "Army of the Immortal Soldier", and with the blood shining, a terrifying general aura came out, like an invincible general commanding thousands of troops and conquering the world.

With a throw of his right hand, the godhead broke through the air and fell into the sea of ​​luck.

"Next, let's wait for the Moyu clan to be exterminated!"

After handling the treasures, Qin Wudao smiled coldly, his eyes fierce.

The Demonic Rain Clan!

Located in the world of Heishui Tiandaqian!

The environment in this vast world is relatively harsh. Dark clouds accumulate all day long, the sun disappears, torrential rain pours, and floods rage like wild beasts.

If it's just raining, that's okay.

The key is that there is black rain, which is highly corrosive and contains a touch of demonic aura, making it unsuitable for living creatures to live in.

But it was this environment that gave birth to a special race.

That is the Demonic Rain Clan.

They bathed in the black rain, absorbed the demonic energy, and practiced demonic skills. They were considered a branch of the demon clan.

"Is this the group that made Your Majesty have murderous intentions?"

On this day, all the Blackwater tribe members found a higher place to practice under the black rain as usual.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, mixed with endless evil energy, forming a killing wind that swept through the world, causing the temperature to plummet.

Between heaven and earth, a terrifying murderous aura emerged, dyeing the world red.

The black rain turned red!

The dark clouds turned red!

The demonic energy also turned red!

"who?"

In the central hall.

Patriarch Moyu sensed murderous intent, his body broke through the air, and he looked into the void above his head with an extremely solemn expression.

Demonic energy billows.

The aura of the Immortal Emperor in the middle stage is fully exposed.

Rumble!

Patriarch Moyu responded with a loud noise, and then, the sky shattered, and a majestic fairy city emerged, with blood all over its body, and a murderous aura that suppressed the world.

Above the fairy city, there are many killing paths across the sky.

In the fairy city, a soldier wearing blood armor stood with a cold expression without any emotion, like an executioner who came out of hell and washed the world with blood.

On the city tower, Bai Qi stood upright, overlooking countless Moyu clan members from a high position.

In a pair of eyes, there is nothing but killing.

Next to him, stood a scholar with firm eyes, lacking a bit of elegance, but with a murderous air.

(End of chapter)