If you live, you can kill millions of people, and if you die, you can lead the Yin soldiers.

Under the night, in the thick fog, and on the dark black armor, frost was covered with.

Two ghosts sway in illusion and reality.

It seems to be dispersed at any time, or it seems to be condensed into a physical body at any time.

On the side of the stone platform, Zhao Xicheng's hair and beard trembled, and I don't know if it was fear or excitement.

He stretched out his finger and pointed at Wu Anjun in the distance and said:

"Mr. Wu'an, are you really the Lord?"

But the night was quiet and the cold air was still there. Under the black army armor, the two souls were like clay sculptures, without any reply.

Zhao Xicheng trembled all over and looked at Li Chunqiu.

"Mr. Chunqiu, this..."

On the side of the stone platform, Li Chunqiu glanced at Zhao Xicheng and said lightly:

"Don't know it, don't ask about it."

After saying that, he turned his eyes to the two souls in front of him, which were as cold as iron.

In the courtyard, the wind is cold.

The wandering souls that were originally standing underground have all dispersed.

It's like encountering something extremely terrifying.

He was intimidated by his power and did not dare to move forward.

"Born is invincible in the world, and when death is scared by ghosts and gods, Wu'an is indeed Wu'an."

Li Chunqiu walked to Bai Qi.

"The State of Zhao is not wronged; Zhao Kuo is really wronged."

Bai Qi stood in front, and he was already gray-haired, but there was no sign of aging.

Behind him is a middle-aged man in his forties.

The two of them were dressed like iron, and they were covered in extremely cold air.

The murderous aura that entangled his body was even more deeply rooted in the bones.

"Return to the position!"

Li Chunqiu said lightly in Bai Qi's ear.

For a moment, the cold soul seemed to be summoned by something.

Bai Qi's wandering soul turned from virtual to real, and fell into a stone statue in the courtyard, the size of the stone statue was as high as that of a human.

After Bai Qi's soul fell into it, the originally unclear stone statue instantly turned into Bai Qi's appearance.

The nine-foot stone statue is cold and cold.

At this time, Li Chunqiu turned his head again and looked at Sima Jin.

This Sima Jin is the distant ancestor of the famous Sima Qian in the future. He and Bai Qi were buried alive and died at Du Youting together.

I didn’t expect that I should follow each other in life, but I will still follow each other after death.

"It's also unparalleled loyalty, it's all right, you're not alone."

"Go!"

Li Chunqiu flicked his finger, and Sima Jin fell into another stone statue as if he was summoned. The stone statue changed a little and turned into Sima Jin's appearance.

"wake up!"

Li Chunqiu woke up two lost souls like the sound of the past.

Bai Qi's stone statue slowly opened his eyes, and the bitter murderous aura and fighting spirit were everywhere, and the fog in the blew in the courtyard continued to disperse.

Sima Jin, who was beside him, was much quieter. Although he had murderous aura, he did not have such power.

In the endless darkness, Bai Qi woke up.

"I'm dead?"

There seemed to be an unquestionable sound in the courtyard.

Bai Qi's stone statue raised his head and looked at the two people in the courtyard.

Zhao Xicheng only felt that under Bai Qi's gaze, his blood seemed to have solidified.

After Wu'anjun's death, his power remained unchanged.

Zhao Xicheng had met Wu'anjun. In that era, if the King of Qin was the king of Qin, then Bai Qi was the god of Qin's military and an invincible god.

During that era, the sharpness of all the soldiers of Qin State was covered by their rays of light.

But no one was dissatisfied.

Even everyone worshiped the war god of Qin.

At that time, Wu'anjun's courage and sharpness were afraid to look at him.

But unexpectedly, after his death, he was even more powerful.

"Dead!"

Li Chunqiu smiled, he took off the long sword floating in the air and threw it away with his backhand.

The long sword fell into Bai Qi's hand in an instant.

"But he's half alive."

"Half-lived?"

Bai Qi lowered his head, pulled out the sword with a "clang", and his stone fingers gently stroked the sword.

The nine words "Wu'an Junbai plays a sword by himself" still have a faint golden light.

"Zhao Xicheng, you will explain it in detail for me."

Bai Qi, who wiped the sword, slowly closed the sword and said lightly.

His voice is plain, but he has unquestionable authority.

Zhao Xicheng felt that with Bai Qi's voice, he seemed to have returned to that era, the era of the Qin God of War.

This is also the reason why King Zhaoxiang of Qin must kill Bai Qi.

His prestige is too high.

Bai Qi was not just as simple as having great achievements in Qin State.

He was already mythical before he died.

"Reported to Wu'an, the king is resurrected from the dead."

Zhao Xicheng bowed.

In front of Bai Qi, Zhao Xicheng felt his blood boiling again.

It seems to be back to the Battle of Yique back then.

When he was serving under Wu'anjun, he was one of the best soldiers in the army at that time. In the Battle of Yique, he collected twenty-seven heads and got seven swords.

"Resurrection from the dead?"

"I, should I, who slaughtered 400,000 surrendered soldiers in Zhao State, be able to recover from the dead?"

Bai Qi still seemed to be laughing.

He inserted the sword with a scabbard into the ground, which was deeply embedded in the stone slabs.

"It's not about resurrecting from the dead, it's just about not dead."

Li Chunqiu said lightly.

Bai Qi raised his head and looked straight at Li Chunqiu.

"Who are you? Zhao Xicheng was so scared."

Li Chunqiu smiled faintly, casually put away the soul-summoning bell in the air, and said lightly:

"Li Chunqiu, the rank of immortals."

"Immortal? Is that true?"

Bai Qi looked at his hands that had turned into a rock and said softly:

"Resurrection from the dead is considered a method of immortals."

"Why save me?"

"For a great world."

"What a great world?"
To be continued...