I crossed over and became the fate of the Qin Dynasty

Everything, everything, seems to be swallowed up by this ink-like darkness, and everything is contained by this chaos.

Illusion?

Ying Zheng didn't know, whether it was an illusion or reality, he could only accept everything here now.

Without Chen Xuan's protection, he seemed to be an ordinary person without any achievements.

In other words, it was because of Chen Xuan that everything became extraordinarily complicated.

"... After the sixth generation of Qin Dynasty, if the son-in-law governs as the king, the world will be unified..."

A voice rang out suddenly, and a strange laughter accompanied the voice and slammed towards Ying Zheng.

"Who?!"

Ying Zheng's right hand firmly grasped the Tai'a sword tied around his waist, and the jade seal beside him was no longer visible, so he no longer counted on it.

Now the only thing he can count on is this Tai'a in his hand, this Tai'a is stained with countless blood and endless power.

The surrounding area was still silent, and the sound just now seemed to have never been heard, and everything seemed to be Ying Zheng's own illusion.

Ying Zheng's body was already a little vacant, and the endless darkness around him crushed his body like chaos, and there was a cold wind that just followed the sound.

After all, a 13-year-old child can't last long, nor can he endure this kind of torture.

Silence, darkness, other than these two things, Ying Zheng couldn't feel anything else.

If it wasn't for the belief in his heart that didn't allow him to fall, he might have been lying on the ground long ago, allowing this chaos to devour him.

"What kind of ghosts and monsters dare to act presumptuously in front of me? Could it be that they don't know that this is my Great Qin Ancestral Temple, and they still want to make trouble here?!"

Ying Zheng felt a little fuzzy in consciousness, groggy as if he lacked oxygen.

Now he can't control too much, and with a "swipe", he pulled Tai'a out of his waist, pointed at the darkness in front of him and angrily reprimanded.

There was still no response, and Chaos in front of him seemed to be convinced that he had no choice but to not respond or force him, just approaching slowly.

Like a frog boiled in warm water, slowly approaching, bit by bit let Ying Zheng relax his vigilance.

To be more precise, it should be like a boa constrictor preying on prey, using everything to tie up the "food", and slowly lose the consciousness of "food" under oppression.

Ying Zheng felt that there seemed to be a little bit of Venus surrounding his eyes, and a darkness different from his eyes flooded his eyes.

He already felt that he had reached his limit, and all this was a precursor to his fainting.

But, how did he fall here?

As the emperor of Great Qin, the future co-lord of Shenzhou, who was destined to unify China, how could he fall down here?

Badge.

It seemed that the hotness in his arms brought back Ying Zheng's consciousness a little.

Yes, waist card.

In a daze, Ying Zheng took out the waist card from his arms. This was what Wu An Jun Bai Qi gave him when he left the dream, and it was the only thing he brought out.

A bloody light illuminated Yingzheng's surroundings, and gave Yingzheng a little room to breathe.

Is it okay to just throw it on the ground?

Thinking about Bai Qi's words in the dream, Ying Zheng felt a little fuzzy, and didn't think about it so much, he just threw his waist card at Chaos and the darkness.

A bloody red light filled the entire hall accompanied by endless evil spirits, driving out all those who had too many things, and violently opened the palace gate of the hall.

"……wind……"

A faint voice brought back Yingzheng's vague consciousness, and also suppressed the soldiers under the palace in place.

"...wind...wind...wind..."

This voice became clearer and clearer, covering up everything, whether it was praises or bells, they were all covered up.

"Great wind...gale...gale..."

The sound of weapons and the sound of marching sounded, it seemed that countless soldiers were shouting, it seemed that millions of soldiers were fighting.

This piece of heaven and earth, the entire city of Yong was rendered blood red.

Everyone didn't know what was going on.

Obviously one second was still praising, but the next second it became a battlefield.

"Wind! Gale! Gale!"

The sound of fighting became more and more urgent and louder, as if there was a smell of blood surrounding Yongcheng, around the noses of everyone in Yongcheng.

The ground seemed to start shaking.

Unlike earthquakes, this kind of shaking is man-made and cannot be done by nature.

But all this is not what Ying Zheng can feel.

Ying Zheng stared blankly at the person in front of him.

Xuanjia red shirt, with a crown tied on the head, the hair is rolled up in a bun, and a feather-like headband is inserted on it.

This is the attire of a Qin general. Ying Zheng will not admit his mistake, and it is impossible to admit it.

If it was an ordinary person, Ying Zheng would not have any side reaction, but this Ying Zheng in front of him knew each other, even just met him not long ago.

"Jun Wu An."

Ying Zheng only felt that his mouth was a little dry. Compared with the chaos before, it seemed that the man in front of him was more terrifying.

Unlike Chaos, no matter how devoured and oppressed by Chaos, Ying Zheng is sure that he will not die, nor will he be swallowed.

For him, all of this is probably just a trial for Chen Xuan or King Qin Zhaoxiang.

What awaits him in failure cannot be death, at most it is nothing more than a few lessons.

It's just that no one expected that Ying Zheng, in a daze, accidentally knocked down the waist card and attracted this "human butcher" over.

This human slaughter is terrifying, but he even avoided the chaos in the dream!

Bai Qi seems to be adapting, adapting to everything in reality and everything in the world.

Ying Zheng seemed to feel a kind of joy in him, a kind of joy of resurrection.