Daqin: The first emperor's direct son, the heavens are upgraded to gods

"well done."

"How the Black Ice Platform worked in the past can also be used in this world."

"In short, as long as it is beneficial to my Great Qin, Gu, I don't care about using any means." Zhao Xuan said to Dunwei.

"I understand."

"The Black Ice Terrace and the Black Cavalry will never disappoint His Highness," said Dun weakly.

"The royal family of Dali does not serve all officials."

"Let's deal with it in secret."

"It's useless to keep it." Zhao Xuan said weakly to Dun.

"No." Dun Ruo bowed and stepped back.

"Your Highness."

"As you bid."

"All the monks in Tianlong Temple have been killed, all the martial arts cheats in Tianlong Temple have been sorted out, and they have all been moved to the army."

Chen Song walked into the main hall at this moment, and began to play respectfully.

Destroy the country of Dali.

As far as Zhao Xuan was concerned, it was the army coming to Dali and following the trend.

What Zhao Xuan is concerned about is the good fortune he will get after destroying Dali, as well as the world's martial arts classics.

For Daqin.

In the martial arts classics, there is only the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu taught by Zhao Xuan, and there are a few basic internal skills, but in this martial arts world, the origin of martial arts has many powerful skills.

These are all Zhao Xuan's goals.

Just like this Tenryuji Temple.

As the national temple of Dali, there are also many martial arts classics in it. Holding all these classics in Daqin is enough to encourage Daqin to increase.

"Your Highness."

"This is the martial arts classic "Yi Yang Zhi" that you specially confessed. I obtained it after interrogating the monk of Tianlong Temple through torture."

Chen Song took out a brocade box and handed it to Zhao Xuan respectfully.

Zhao Xuan took it.

Open it up and take a look.

It is a sheepskin scroll.

"Obtaining the middle-grade mysterious martial art "Yi Yang Zhi", does the host practice?" the system prompted.

"Practice."

Zhao Xuan did not hesitate.

This is the power of dataization, there is no need to understand anything at all, only enough skill points can be improved.

"One yang finger has been cultivated successfully." The system prompted.

"Raise the Yiyang finger to perfection." Zhao Xuan gave the order again.

Subsequently.

Zhao Xuan's understanding of the Yiyang finger in his consciousness rose directly, and he soon realized the perfection.

Remaining skill points: 86000 points.

After Great Qin took control of the Western Territory, Zhao Xuan naturally gained a great reputation.

As he fought more worlds in the future and won the awe of all beings and people, the prestige Zhao Xuan gained would also become greater, and he could transform more skill points.

This is also what being the master of fortune can bring.

If Zhao Xuan was a lone traveler, it would be impossible for him to gain such a reputation, and he would not be able to penetrate the hearts of the people.

However, as the prince of Great Qin, he implemented national policies, and all the people in the territory controlled by Great Qin knew his name and were afraid of his name. This was the origin of his prestige.

"One yang finger, open up the meridians, and kill the enemy with the qi of the finger."

"Unfortunately, in this world, the Six Meridians Excalibur has been lost."

"But to me as a sword cultivator, it doesn't matter, the lonely spiritual essence can also be transformed into sword energy."

Zhao Xuan smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Raise your hand and turn your finger.

A sharp sword energy burst out instantly, piercing through more than a dozen beams and pillars in the hall.

It can be seen that the sword energy is fierce.

"His Majesty's divine power."

Chen Song bowed respectfully.

"The martial arts classics of Tianlong Temple are personally guarded by the imperial guards, and no one is allowed to approach them without a lonely edict." Zhao Xuan confessed to Chen Song.

"promise."

Chen Song bowed and left the hall.

"Dali is a country with good luck, I hope it can make Gu satisfied."

Subsequently.

The sanctuary works.

A black dragon shadow moved around Zhao Xuan's body.

In an instant.

Rush towards the summit of the void.

Accompanied by an earth-shattering dragon chant.

The three-hundred-foot black dragon straddled the palace that originally belonged to Dali with the power and power of luck belonging to the Great Qin Dynasty.

The dragon appeared in surprise.

The whole city of Dali was shocked.

"Swallow."

Zhao Xuan runs the Holy Court.

From the dragon body of the black dragon, the monstrous devouring power appeared.

The luck belonging to the whole country of Dali converged towards the black dragon.

All are the power of differentiated luck.

It was at this time.

In the territory of Song Dynasty.

in a valley.

outside this valley.

There are giant pythons all over the place, which looks extremely terrifying.

It seems to be a forbidden place for strangers to enter.

And at the top of this valley.

There was a huge eagle, it swept the air, spread its wings, and flew down the valley. Easily, a giant eagle was pierced by it seven inches, and then it took it away.

Subsequently.

It flew to the top of the valley as if asking for credit.

fell.

And in front of it, there is a simple thatched cottage.

Suddenly.

From inside the thatched hut, a powerful infuriating energy shook, and the thatched hut was instantly scattered.

A middle-aged man in a black robe with disheveled hair and a terrifying and sharp sword intent rushed out of the messy grass.

After he came out.

He didn't look at the divine sculpture in front of him asking for credit.

Instead, he flew directly to the cliff of the valley, staring at Dali's direction with fierce eyes, and an unspeakable excitement appeared on his face, as if he had found something that he longed for so much.

"So strong energy."

"This seems to be the kind of invisible power that only a dynasty can possess."

"But compared to the power I encountered in Song Dynasty and Mengyuan that day, it was stronger."

"Could it be that in the world, is there any country that is stronger than the power of Meng Yuan and Song?"

"The direction the power is coming from seems to be Dali."

"Could it be that something happened to Dali?"

The disheveled man, like a lunatic, muttered to himself.

If Zhao Xuan is here.

Maybe you can understand what his words mean, that is the power of luck.

And listen to what this person means.

He seems to have broken through the palaces of Meng Yuan and Song, otherwise it would be impossible to feel the vastness of the power of luck.

At this time.

The divine sculpture leaned towards the man, and touched the man, seeming to have some resentment.

"God sculpture."

"My way is not alone."

"Perhaps, the opponent I want to find has already appeared."

"I don't need to die alone in this mountain."

"You can go down the mountain."

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, and the laughter echoed throughout the valley.

And a sharp sword intent spread from his body.

It turned into bursts of fierce gusts, howling around, disturbing the mountains.

It is conceivable how powerful this person is.

And not just this person.

Zhongnan Mountain.

In an ancient tomb.

In other words, in the dark room of the ancient tomb, in a sarcophagus, an old man in Taoist robes suddenly woke up, stood up from the sarcophagus, and then pushed with both hands, the heavy coffin lid was immediately pushed away up.

"How can Dali have such a strong national fortune?"

"Did something happen?"

"With such a strong power, the lunatic Dugu Qiubai must have felt it too. I still stay in this ancient tomb and cannot go out."

After the old man sat up, he muttered to himself, apparently full of thoughts.

then.

He lay down again and closed the coffin lid again.

In this pitch-black dark room, everything is so eerie and silent.

And his existence didn't seem to cause any disturbance in the ancient tomb.