I built the Xian Qin multiverse empire

(I've been busy with work lately, and I'm still busy with the house going over, guys, I'm really sorry.) ）

In fact, Meng Ting and the son of destiny are also very similar, Meng Ting, who has a killing system, has risen strongly in ten years and killed rampantly, although he has also faced great enemies in the middle and fallen into the situation of nine deaths, but in his heart he has always considered himself the son of destiny and the protagonist of heaven and earth.

He was finally besieged and died, but it was just his arrogance and negligence, and now he lives another life, he will climb to a higher peak than in his previous life, and how can he be broken and sunk in this world.

He never expected that this world's Martial Dao Tianren had not existed for a hundred years, and he could play Martial Dao Tianren between applause, and he was immersed in the joy that the 600,000-strong army of the Qin Kingdom was about to be destroyed.

But unexpectedly, the next moment, his happiness came to an abrupt end, and the king of a small Qin country actually killed himself effortlessly, and everything about himself was like a joke in front of this little Qin country king.

And the soul was also taken down by him, forcibly invading the depths of his soul to spy on his deepest secrets, but he had no power to resist and let people fish.

For a moment, Meng Ting couldn't accept all this at all, and his soul even gradually fell into a state of madness.

"A waste like you also wants to be a child of destiny?"

Huan Zheng shook his head indifferently, and with a slight grip of his five fingers, he crushed Meng Ting's soul.

If a person like Meng Ting is a child of destiny, it is a joke, all his power comes from the system, and he has never pursued the source of power, enjoying the power brought by killing safely.

He is just a puppet of the system, the system let him go east he will go east, if he wants to go west to the west, he has never got rid of the idea of the system, and even has a faint idea of surrendering to the system, he thinks that he is the protagonist, but in fact he is just a pitiful bug who has become a puppet.

Win's lottery system can provide anything to Win, but there is only one thing that the system never provides.

That's power.

All of Ying Zheng's current strength was cultivated by himself.

"Huh? What is it? "

After Ying Zheng crushed Meng Ting's soul, a phantom shadow floated out from his soul, Huan Zheng reached out and grabbed it, and in an instant, a mighty voice sounded in Ying Zheng's mind.

"Weak ants, you want to block me?"

Immediately afterwards, Ying Zheng only felt that the surrounding environment suddenly changed, he was in an inexplicable space, this space could not be seen at a glance, filled with endless darkness, black mist rising.

In the black mist, an immeasurable huge figure slowly emerged, and the terrifying and vast coercion was instantly pressed over.

In this black fog, a phantom eye gradually emerged, huge and unfriendly, like a round of ghostly sun, and then this ghostly giant eye opened, in an instant, the black fog was densely packed with big eyes like the big sun, Qi brushed to look at Ying Zheng, eerie and terrifying.

This eye carried a chaotic aura of evil and death, and everywhere the gaze went, the black mist stopped rising.

In this glasses, Ying Zheng can see the power to turn things around, in each glasses there is a world that perishes, and the souls in the world of perishing are wailing and struggling, and that desperate emotion comes out through the glasses, making Ying Zheng's heart tremble.

His eyes are like a world in which billions of living beings struggle, and the despair and horror that penetrate into his marrow are revealed from it.

From this eye, Ying Zheng can feel a series of dark emotions such as despair, pain, sadness, bitterness, severe pain, resentment, resentment, and resentment.

The next moment, Ying Zheng shivered, this figure was humanoid, it seemed to be a creature composed of dense eyeballs, and these eyeballs swam wantonly on him, strange and evil, hairy.

He has no nose, no head, no ears, no head, he is just a humanoid creature composed of countless eyeballs squeezed together.

Those eyes opened and closed, and there was an amazing pressure.

"What are you?" Ying Zheng asked Shen Ning.

His head composed of eyes slowly drooped, and countless eyes looked at Ying Zheng, extremely penetrating, revealing a meaning as interesting as looking at ants: "Funny little ant, you destroyed one of my little toys, how do you say I should punish you?" "

"I see."

Ying Zheng instantly understood and said calmly:

"You are a wisp of distraction residing in the depths of Meng Ting's soul, and with Meng Ting's strength and strength, Meng Ting is like a seed you sow, but no matter how much this seed grows, it is under your control, and you will harvest him when the right time comes."

His eyes moved faster: "Little ant, in the face of such a powerful me, you can still be so calm, I am a little interested in you, I want to use you as my new toy." "

His words contain a hint of demagoguery, but more cruelty and malice, which unconsciously combine around the demagoguery and form a willingness to willingly fall into hell.

Huan Zheng suddenly laughed and said, "No matter what you are, you are obviously helpless against me now. "

For a little ant, a toy, and a toy that he plays with wantonly, he will not say any nonsense, and it is wanton to knead and deflat.

Obviously, this unknown existence cannot solve Ying Zheng at all, and can only bewitch Ying Zheng into becoming his puppet like bewildering Meng Ting.

"Huh?"

The speed with which his eyes moved almost became phantom, as if to indicate a drastic change in his mood.

"It's in my world, in my world, I want to be as strong as I want to be!"

The rumbling divine sound exploded, like the Dao Zetianyin fell down, rushing wantonly, shaking in all directions, and the black fog in the endless space shook violently.