The Immortal Emperor is so fertile

Boom!

Ying Zhao, who was forced to end his hibernation, fell to the ground in a daze, his eyes full of anger from getting up and being hungry.

Well, it hasn't eaten since Chapter 19...

Qin Tian raised his hand: "Hey, this is how I solve the problem!"

Zhou Liang: "..."

Lin Zhao: "..."

Han Yang: "..."

Li Qi: "..."

The four of them looked at each other, and looked at Qin Tian in confusion: "May I ask, sir, what is this?"

"Ying Zhao!"

Qin Tian explained: "It is the ancient beast that was granted earth-related magical powers for cleaning the garden for the 'Emperor' in the legend! With this Ying Zhao, the land destroyed by the Tengu can be restored to its original state soon!"

As he spoke, he drew runes on Ying Zhao's forehead with his fingers.

Beast Taming Contract.

Ying Zhao was unwilling, but he didn't dare to resist and could only passively accept his fate.

Soon, the contract was signed.

Qin Tian and Ying Zhao had a little more spiritual connection.

Then, thunder roared, and Qin Tian led Ying Zhao to the Yinshan Plain, which was once a vast plain. As far as the eye could see, there were gullies and ravines on the ground, magma rolling and flowing, and black smoke rushing straight into the sky everywhere. It was a complete doomsday scene.

Ying Zhao was confused.

This place could barely be considered its home, and it had chased horses and the wind in the wilderness here...

But now...

It was really a mess!

Ying Zhao was indignant, and he ran with his four hooves, and faint halos spread around along his hoof prints.

In an instant, the earth seemed to come alive, and the world began to reshape!

The soil surged, the sand and gravel spread, and the boiling magma flowed back into the ground. Although it was still dead silent, it was very different from the previous doomsday scene.

Qin Tian felt a little more enlightened.

He finally understood that the era of ancient times, thousands of years ago, when humans and monsters lived in the same world, would be called the ‘chaotic era’…

After all, some monsters would destroy the world at will, while others could restore the world to its original state…

Of course, some monsters were basically free, with no special records except that their meat was very good…

After running around, Ying Zhao came back panting.

After all, it was still a cub.

Restoring the doomsday wasteland within a radius of 100 miles had exhausted all its energy.

Qin Tian thought about it and decided to squeeze the child laborers again…

He raised his hand, and the boundary markers that had been made long ago flew out in all directions like raindrops, landing evenly on the fragmented Yinshan Mountain and the broken Zhuohe River to the north.

The boundary marker fell.

The Xirong people and the northern barbarians did not object.

So, the Xirong northern land, which stretched for thousands of miles, became the territory of the Qin State!

The golden dragon of luck that was entrenched on the Mangshan Mountain soared into the sky and appeared above Qin Tian in the blink of an eye. It soared and rolled, like noodles held in the palm of a ramen chef, and became slender and slim at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ang!

Amid the deafening dragon roar, a golden dragon with a length of hundreds of feet swam in the clouds.

The dragon descended, and all beasts lay dormant!

Ying Zhao, who had exhausted his energy, couldn't help but curl up and tremble.

But soon, it noticed something strange.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushed into its body uncontrollably, replenishing the energy it had consumed before to activate its innate magical power!

Soon.

Ying Zhao became energetic again.

The essence was overflowing!

Even better than before!

It felt that it was terribly strong now!

"Go, prove the ability of the Ying Zhao clan to the world!"

"Recast the glory of Ying Zhao, you have an obligation!"

...

Qin Tian gave Ying Zhao a chicken blood.

Very loud.

Hi!

Ying Zhao roared to the sky, raised his front hoof and dug in the air for a while, then ran faster than before.

Mountains and rivers are recast.

Qin Tian's heart surged.

Ying Zhao is now his contracted beast. He can let the luck dragon continuously mobilize the spiritual energy in the Qin territory to replenish Ying Zhao's essence so that it can continue to work.

In this way, the northern border of Xirong, which stretches thousands of miles, will soon return to a habitable state!

It's just not vibrant enough.

Qin Tian's mind moved, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

Then, heavy rain fell.

The main source of this rainfall was the nine spiritual springs that Qin Tian had arranged in various places before.

The rain was sweet and full of spiritual energy.

Countless plants and trees on the surface broke out of the ground, and the seedlings opened their leaves to welcome the rain.

At this moment, Ying Zhao and the luck dragon were working closely together.

Wherever Ying Zhao passed, the soil surged, the cracks healed, and the overflowing magma was buried back under the surface. The earth returned to its former tranquility, and the golden dragon of luck followed closely behind, bringing down the rain, making the desolate land full of vitality.

Qin Tian stood on the top of Yinshan Mountain and looked north.

It was still as unbearable as purgatory.

But when Qin Tian laid the boundary monument before, he did not cross the established border line.

There was no other reason, there was an enemy on the other side.

Wherever Qin Tian looked, there were tens of thousands of monks wearing animal skins, with totems painted on their faces with white ash, holding various staffs and balls made of human or animal bones in their hands, and their eyes were sinister.

These monks were priests of Beidi.

Compared with Xirong, Beidi was closer to the human race, and many of its tribes migrated from the territory of Dazhou to the northern ice field.

Well, they were driven away by the Shang Dynasty.

Now the various tribes of Beidi have thrived for thousands of years, with a population of nearly 100 million. They have always been thinking about going south to fight back to their hometown. They are the primary opponents of the army and princes sent by the Great Zhou Dynasty in Huangzhou.

After a long confrontation, Qin Tian shouted loudly:

"Hand over the fleeing Xirong people within one month, otherwise you will be an enemy of the Great Zhou!"

"Don't say I didn't warn you!"

Qin Tian said harsh words and turned away, leaving only a group of Beidi priests looking at each other in bewilderment.

Well, they can understand the language of the Great Zhou, and they also fully understand what Qin Tian said.

What they don't understand is that this place has become such a ghost, how could there be any living Xirong people? The important thing is that the Xirong people who are lucky enough to survive have to cross the fragmented Yinshan Mountain with constant landslides to the ice field?

Hand over people?

Hand over shit!

Seeing Qin Tian leave, the Beidi priests also retreated, sat cross-legged in the snow cave, and looked south with vigilance.

When the loli Yin dog girl smashed Yinshan down that day, the Beidi tribe in the north of Yinshan also suffered countless casualties. These priests came in a hurry, rescued the wounded, and stayed here without leaving.

They are defending.

Or to say, monitoring.

Da Zhou regarded Beidi as a major threat and wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. Beidi was also the same. Naturally, they were worried that Ji Xian would lead Da Zhou’s army in Huangzhou to take the opportunity to launch an attack!

But they guessed the wrong person.

Ji Xian was drunk in Zhenhuang City, drinking and having sex, and had long forgotten his mission. There was someone else who was drooling at the northern ice field that stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles...