Projection of the Heavens

Chapter 1243 The Ultimate Murder King

"I only blame Laozi for his bad life. Last time in the world of Yangshen, Laozi almost lost his life, and he ran into Taoist Karma again..."

The bald man sighed and slowly restrained his expression.

Although this world is not strong in his senses, it cannot be careless.

Really, it's too much of a loss.

At this time, although he is still the captain, he has only one team member......

A miserable one is not enough to describe.

"Find the location of the first emperor, and send the location to those few, then the task is completed..."

The slender middle-aged man also sighed, only to feel that since following this middle-aged man, his life's luck has been used up.

"Lord God, search for information about this world."

The bald man raised his hand, and a white light poked out from his palm. With a slight sway, the flowing words fell:

[This party's world information is being collected... consumes 10,000 source power... Therefore, this quest is issued by the tyrants of the sky shuttle, and no source power is charged... ...collecting......]

Looking at the degree of completion that flickered under the white light, the bald man was a little jealous: "Compared to these heavenly shuttlers, we are really stepmothers..."

Compared with the shuttlers of the heavens, the reincarnation of the planes is treated like one in the sky and one in the ground.

Such functions as the initial collection of information, the status of time and space, the shuttle mechanism, etc., the plane reincarnation requires a lot of energy, and the shuttlers of the heavens are provided free of charge.

Just like in the Datang World, the team that was extremely hard-working and descended from the sky on a meteorite was distressed by the source, and was reluctant to choose a better shuttle mechanism.

So that as soon as it landed, it was destroyed by the group.

Such as all kinds, many reincarnations can't help but tear up bitter tears every time they think of it.

【Complete collection】

The white light shook slightly, and the streamer slipped slightly:

【New World (unnamed)】

[Nearly 2,000 years ago, a generation of arrogant Qin Shi Huang ruled the world... At that time, the remnants of the six kingdoms were unwilling to destroy their homeland, and the government city headed by the Mo family ran around, plotting against Qin...]

[Later, Yinghuo guarded his heart, and there was a falling star under the East County. Later, a stunning and brilliant figure from the Yin and Yang family was born. Taking the opportunity of Emperor Qin's east tour, he cleared away the remnants of the six kingdoms in one fell swoop, and used the power of the whole country to set up a great formation of Yin and Yang. Repair the Qin emperor's mausoleum to accept the luck of heaven and earth, and the luck of humanity......]

[Only Taoist Ziyuan, under the guise of surrender, drank the fountain of youth that the Yin-Yang family paid tribute to, and thus turned into an immortal zombie, struggling to survive. …]

"This background..."

The middle-aged man frowned, feeling vaguely familiar.

However, he didn't think much of it.

He searched for nearly a hundred times and spaces along the way, all of which were related to the First Emperor. By this time, he was a little numb.

"Is the first emperor of this world needed by those who travel through the heavens?"

The bald man touched his chin and thought.

The world is similar to this kind of thing. He has experienced too much. For him, this small problem can still be covered.

"It seems that we still have to go to the First Emperor's Mausoleum to find out. However, we should not take action ourselves..."

The bald man shook his hands and put away the white light, overlooking the snow-capped mountains, and said:

"The treasures and the secrets of longevity are contained in the tomb of the first emperor, and the aborigines of this world are led to the tomb of the emperor. Whether it is or not, you will know at a glance."

Having experienced two near-group annihilations, and he was almost planted in the hands of Karma Daoist, the bald man's character has restrained too much, and he has become more and more cautious.

"Captain is right."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, someone could use it, and he was naturally unwilling to choose to take risks.

Anyway, there is no mandatory task, everything is determined by the shuttlers of the heavens, just need to open the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, there is no need for them to open it.

"Look for a prosperous place first, and the bird fades out of Lao Tzu's mouth."

The bald man wiped the snow on his bald head and stepped down the snowy mountain.

The middle-aged man nodded and said yes, and left with the bald man.

..........

From the end of the Qing Dynasty to the beginning of the Republic of China, there were foreign powers surrounded by foreign powers, and warlords scuffled within.

Only the big Shanghai, where there are many concessions from all over the world, is a bustling scene.

But in the mud in the dark, underworld gangs such as the Axe Gang, Crocodile Gang, and Green Gang are making waves, killing each other and occupying territory.

"Almost two worlds."

The bald-headed man looked at the long street with neon flashes, and thought of the scene where he was almost living in poverty, and shook his head slightly.

However, he is a senior reincarnation person, and he doesn't have much feeling.

Compared with the world they have experienced before, the natives of this world are far less difficult.

"There are many concessions of foreign powers in this Shanghai beach, and the eyes and ears of warlords from all walks of life are really the best place."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly.

Although it was decided to spread the rumor that the Mausoleum of the First Emperor contained treasures and the secret of longevity, not everyone in this world is qualified to hunt for treasures.

Ordinary people, living in hardships, what qualifications do they have to hunt for treasures?

Even if rumors spread, few people have the ability to hunt for treasure.

The most suitable ones are naturally a group of gangsters, many warlords, and powers of various countries in Shanghai.

Only they have the ability to send enough ghosts to open the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

call!

The bald man suddenly stretched out his hand and picked up a short half-year-old boy behind him: "You bitch, you stole something and stole it on Lao Tzu's head!"

"Woooo~~~"

The half-year-old boy who was strangled by the neck of the bald man, his face turned red, his eyes rolled, and he was almost strangled to death.

"Fuck you motherfucker!"

The bald-headed man shook his hand and threw the young man on the ground, almost smothering his heart and mind.

Reincarnations have been through life and death for a long time, and they look very light on life, and they will not pay attention to some indigenous people in their eyes.

But this bald man is not a murderer, and he has no interest in killing such a small ant.

"Hillbilly, you wait!"

The half-year-old boy was lying on the ground coughing repeatedly, and even the gallbladder was about to spit out: "It has provoked our axe gang, and you are beautiful!"

"Axe Gang?"

The middle-aged man on the side was moved, and he reached out and sucked the boy into the palm of his hand: "What is the biggest force in Shanghai today?"

"Martial arts?"

The half-old boy was startled, his hands and feet trembled.

I was four or five meters away from the middle-aged man, and he was lifted by him in a blink of an eye. Apart from the legendary martial arts, there was no other explanation.

For this kind of person, the recent Axe Gang suffered a big loss!

"say."

The middle-aged man's eyes turned slightly cold, and the young man only felt his lower limbs soften, and the feces and urine flowed together: "The Axe Gang, the Axe Gang is the strongest!"

"roll."

The middle-aged man frowned and threw the boy out.

The young man was sluggish, paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.

"Axe Gang?"

The bald man nodded slightly: "Just go to the Axe Gang."

............

"Axe Gang?"

The bald-headed man sat on the chair with a big golden knife and spoke lightly.

In front of him, a group of axe in suits and ties helped them kneel on the ground shivering.

"This, this, this, this hero..."

A white suit with glasses knelt in front of the crowd and shivered: "It doesn't matter about me, the one behind is our helper."

"Fuck you!"

A moustache behind the white suit was furious, slapped the white suit to the ground, and said with an extremely ugly face: "This hero, I am the head of the Axe Gang, if you want money, just say it straight. …”

"Seeking money?"

The bald-headed man seemed to be smiling, but was about to speak when a young man with fluffy hair suddenly ran in at the gate and shouted, "Brother Chen, Brother Chen, I have found the ultimate murderer, Huoyun Evil God!"

"fire......."

As he was shouting, his expression froze slightly.

I saw the axe who was kneeling on the ground to help everyone.

"Fire Cloud Evil God?"

The middle-aged man smiled dumbly, looking outside the gate, a sloppy, bald old man in a blue and white shirt and slippers shook his head.

Is the word "God" something ordinary people can afford?

"Master!"

Outside the gate, Huoyun Evil God's hair stood on end, but inside the gate, there were two indescribable tyrannical auras.

Like the sun rising into the sky, it is impossible to look directly at it.

"There are still such masters in the world?"

Huoyun Evil God was extremely shocked in his heart.

Legend has it that two thousand years ago, a shocking change occurred, the world changed, and all the methods of qi training and cultivation gradually declined.

Only Martial Dao barely survived, but as in the pre-Qin period, the tyrannical Qi practitioners who chased the stars and moved the moon have disappeared.

And over the years, with the rise of guns and guns, martial arts have completely declined, especially after many famous masters died under guns and guns, even many martial arts masters retired sadly.

He hid in a mental hospital, not only because he had no opponents.

More because, in this world, martial arts have completely declined.

Where did such a master come from?

"Come in."

The Fire Cloud Evil God was in shock when he heard an incomparably majestic voice that sounded like a volcano about to erupt.

Involuntarily stepped into the door.

"Come in together."

The bald-headed man's eyes swept slightly, and after the Huoyun Evil God, a short, fat middle-aged woman and a feeling middle-aged man carried a large bell.

The same look extremely shocked and walked in.

"Yang Guo, Little Dragon Girl!"

Fire Cloud Evil God's eyes lit up slightly, then dimmed.

If he met these two at ordinary times, he would naturally be impatient to take action, but at this time, in front of such two tyrannical existences.

What's the point of starting.

"not bad."

The bald man nodded slightly.

These people are naturally not worth mentioning in his eyes, but they are much stronger than other natives in this world.

It may also be useful to open the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

"Who is your master?"

The middle-aged woman with a cigarette in her mouth looked solemn, and she didn't even realize that the cigarette **** was about to burn her mouth.

The middle-aged man Yang Guo was also very shocked.

The two people at the Headquarters of the Axe Gang simply broke through the border tyrannically.

The two of them are also masters, but standing in front of these two people, they only feel frightened, as if they are sitting in the crater of a volcano.

"It's so boring to fight and kill."

The bald man withdrew his gaze, without any interest in answering, he said:

"I want you to go treasure hunting for me?"

"Treasure hunt?"

"Yep?"

The Huoyun Evil God and Yang Guo and his wife were both startled.

Such two great masters, what other treasures can be like their eyes?

"Yes, treasure hunt."

The bald man nodded slightly, his eyes suddenly moved, and he looked not far away, lying on the ground and squirming the young man who wanted to escape:

"You go too!"

"what?"

............

woohoo~~~

On the snow-covered Tianshan Mountains, a woman wearing purple clothes and a beautiful face stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the endlessly distant Mount Li.

Behind her, a petite girl followed her gaze, but found nothing.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

The girl couldn't help but ask.

"The tyrant, and the tyrant's most evil minions, are about to wake up."

On the cold face of the purple-clothed woman, there was a hint of deep hatred that was difficult to detect, and there was a hint of scarlet in the black and white eyes.

Her name is Ziyuan, two thousand years ago, an outstanding disciple of Taoism.

He once took the opportunity of pretending to surrender and stole the spring water of youth that the Yin and Yang family paid tribute to the first emperor, but he did not expect that the spring water was actually condensed by the Qi of the Earth.

In one fell swoop, it turned it into a zombie that was immortal and suffered endless pain all day long.

"Is that tyrant going to wake up?"

The girl exclaimed.

Her name is Xiaolin, and she is Ziyuan's apprentice.

"Yes, he is about to wake up, with his evil army and the most evil and terrifying minions, he is about to wake up!"

Ziyuan's hand was tightly gripped, extremely cold:

"Those mortals are greedy, but they don't know what kind of evil and cruel beings will be released!"

"Then what should we do?"

Xiaolin was a little anxious.

"This dagger is the key to killing the tyrant..."

Ziyuan took out a dagger and handed it to the girl:

"When this tyrant was just released from the seal, he was at his weakest. You have to insert it into his heart. Only in this way can you kill him!"

The dagger flashed with faint purple awns, looking extremely sacred.

In fact, this dagger is a weapon condensed by her two thousand years of earth shattering power, constantly destroying the earth's leylines.

"Yes."

The girl bowed slightly and took the dagger.

............

"Have you heard? More than 2,000 years ago, the First Emperor gathered the power of the whole country, collected heaven and earth treasures, and built a huge underground palace. All the treasures of Da Qin were buried in the underground palace..."

"It's more than that! It is said that the first emperor asked the immortal to ask, and he has found the secret of longevity! The underground palace is just to hide the eyes of outsiders, and Zulong's old man has already flown into the sky! There is the secret of his old man's life in the underground palace!"

"Daqin together with six kingdoms, how huge the wealth in the underground palace will be?"

"It is said that the reason why Da Qin died in his second life was because the First Emperor had collected the world's human destiny into the underground palace, and wanted to be the emperor forever!"

"Whoever gets the dragon energy will probably dominate the world! Even defeat the powers of various countries and dominate Asia, Europe and Africa!"

......

The Axe Gang controls the entire underground society in Shanghai. The gangsters and pickpockets under its control are almost unknown. When they really work, the potential power is very huge.

In a short period of time, information about the Mausoleum of the First Emperor has spread in various concessions, and there are even survivors who were lucky enough to return from the Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

Swaying a lot of gold and silver jewelry.

For a time, all over Shanghai, in various concessions, there was a lot of information about the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, and there was a lot of buzz.

And under the operation of many intelligence eyes and ears in Shanghai, the telegrams quickly spread to the north and south of the river, many warlords, and even overseas powers.

Wealth, longevity, dragon energy...all kinds of information cover almost the whole world, and I don't know how many people are moved by it.

And just as the turmoil became more and more intense, in a small town very close to Mount Li, a strange-looking team walked into the small town.

This team is very strange, there are fat middle-aged women swearing, there are thin middle-aged people who hang their heads all day long, and there is a bald old man and a lazy young man.

The team entered this small town and did not attract much attention.

The information about the Mausoleum of the First Emperor has just been spread, and apart from the faction of Feng Yuxiang, the warlord closest to Mount Li, there are no major forces that can rush to this place.

However, many small private teams have been formed.

In this small town, there are not many people who touch Colonel Jin and fight against each other.

As the information on the First Emperor's Mausoleum spread, these tomb robbers, who had always been regarded as inferior, began to tremble, and one by one, they were in a good mood.

Just a few words of Feng Shui and a few mysterious words can be regarded as guests. What's more, there are many skilled officers among these commanders.

"Ugh."

A Xing sighed with a look of hopelessness.

Forced to travel long distances with these people, these martial arts masters naturally wouldn't care, but he felt that he was about to fall apart.

"Let's stay at the hotel."

The grumpy-looking charter woman glanced at A Xing and discussed with her husband.

"Well, I'm tired too."

Yang Guo, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, patted his waist and walked into the hotel on the street.

Ah Xing breathed a sigh of relief and followed a few people into the store.

The Huoyun Evil God glanced at the people who were stalking in the corner, and walked into the small shop indifferently.

"At this price, I can't live without love."

The innkeeper sat lazily on the chair and glanced at a few people with disdain.

During this period of time, due to the information from the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, there were more and more people in this small town. The speed of Ah Xing and the others was fast, but it was not as fast as the telegram.

There are many people, whether it is a hotel or a tavern, the price will naturally rise.

"Two rooms."

The charter wife is too lazy to bargain, anyway, there is no need to feel distressed for the money from the Axe Gang.

"Two rooms?"

A Xing's voice suddenly raised a level. He glanced at the two renters, and then at Huoyun Evil God: "I want three rooms, three rooms!"

"Sorry, there are only two."

The owner of the store spread his hands, and it was a pity. He only hated that his store was too small, and he couldn't make any money.

"........."

A Xing held the money, his face was not very good-looking.

The Huoyun Evil God didn't care, he paced upstairs and went back to his room on his own.

"Let's go boy."

The thin middle-aged Yang Guo hugged A Xing and took him upstairs.

"I saw a few familiar figures..."

The charter woman closed the door and spit out the cigarette **** she was holding.

"I thought they were dead, but I didn't expect them to be alive... It's okay to be alive, there are not many acquaintances in this world."

The skinny charterer sighed and sat on the chair:

"I still can't figure it out, where did those two people come from, and they overwhelmed the Huoyun Evil God with just one look. It's incredible..."

"No matter where we come from, we can't resist. The Huoyun Evil God has joined their team, and the strength of the "Zhentian Death Wheel" taught by that person has greatly increased..."

The charter woman glanced at the next room and said.

"what are you guys saying?"

A Xing was at a loss, only to see the two people moving their mouths, but did not hear any sound.

"Huh? I mean, I saw a few British guys just now..."

The charterer let out a haha, diverting Ah Xing's attention:

"The mausoleum of the First Emperor of China, these foreign devils dare to touch the tomb, it is simply too deceiving!"

"Damn British foreigner!"

Sure enough, Ah Xing was distracted, and his face was aching.

Over the years, the descendants of Huaxia have been oppressed, and the powers of various countries have shown their power, oppressed and plundered arbitrarily, even a small gangster like A Xing who only wants to make a fortune is very resentful in his heart.

Along the way, several people have already seen the figure of the foreign devil several times. As for whether it is British or French, or other powers, he does not know.

In his eyes, they are all the same.

They are all evil ghosts who came to rob China.

"The Mausoleum of the First Emperor has always been mysterious and unpredictable, and most of these foreign devils died inside."

The charter woman closed the window and snorted coldly:

"I really think that the ancient tombs two thousand years ago can be the same as today? If the First Emperor is resurrected, any one of his generals will be enough to wipe out all the countries in Asia, Europe and Africa! How can the ancient tombs he left be accessible to these barbarians? "

Two thousand years ago, the heaven and the earth changed drastically, and the pre-Qin Qi practitioners were killed by the First Emperor outside the city of Xianyang. After that, the heaven and the earth changed greatly, and it was no longer possible to cultivate, so that the strongest people in the world were no more than them and the Huoyun Evil God. people so much.

Guns are enough to deter.

But two thousand years ago, the army of the First Emperor, who was enough to kill all the Qi practitioners in the world, was by no means easy.

"Even if the first emperor is resurrected, he is not an opponent of foreign powers, right? Daqin army, can they still resist guns and guns?"

A Xing was a little unconvinced.

Although he used to be obsessed with martial arts and practiced Tathagata's Palm day and night, he also felt that people could fight against guns and battleships.

"Boy, you know shit!"

The charterer rolled his eyes and laughed: "Those two are a thousand times stronger than me, why don't you come by yourself? Of course, I am afraid of the mausoleum left by the first emperor."

"Yes?"

A Xing scratched his head, a little disbelieving, but faintly felt that what the two said was reasonable.

But two thousand years of army, can defeat the foreign powers?

He was still in disbelief.

"Yinghu guards the heart, there is a falling star under the East County, have you heard of it?"

The charter woman said.

"what is that?"

A Xing was stunned.

"That year, the legendary Great Qin Emperor descended from the sky, and his man streaked across the sky like a comet, came from outside the sky, and came to the outside of Xianyang. Later generations, they just thought it was a meteorite falling."

The chartered public held his chin in his hand and said:

"Kid, read more books and be a useful person instead of thinking about getting something for nothing."

"I used to think..."

A Xing was stunned for a moment, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was about to speak.

"Shut up!"

The charterer suddenly changed his face, stopped Ah Xing from speaking, pushed the window open a crack, and looked out, his heart suddenly shook:

"These foreign devils have brought the cannons! Are they trying to bombard the Mausoleum of the First Emperor?!"

"what?"

The charter woman's expression also changed, and she glanced outside.

I saw that this small town did not know when martial law had begun, and teams of British soldiers with guns and live ammunition blocked all intersections.

A cannon, slowly galloped into the city.

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