The one lying in the coffin was the First Emperor Ying Zheng.

The Emperor of the Eternal Eternal, the First Emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty, and Ying Zheng.

Now he is lying in the coffin and is stolen from the imperial tomb by foreigners, intending to smuggle it abroad.

Ying Zheng carried his hands on his back and stared at the coffin, and his heart gradually accumulated a lot of anger.

He could feel a faint attraction.

The other one, he is not dead yet!

This sentence is contradictory, but natural.

He, Ying Zheng, comes from the Holy Court of the Great Qin Dynasty.

The other one is the First Emperor more than two thousand years ago in this small world.

With the help of the chat group, they met.

This feeling is really amazing!

With a calm face, Ying Zheng stretched out his hand and the museum walls slammed and fell down.

Several hidden figures appeared, and he took a random move and fell in front of him.

It was those foreigners and the female assassin Lin.

The moment they saw Ying Zheng, they all found it incredible.

They had clearly seen his coffin before, and the person inside was just a dead person.

But, what's going on with this living person right now?

"You tyrant, it's impossible, the curse is still there!"

"How could you be resurrected? This is impossible!"

The female assassin Lin was even more angry and stared at Ying Zheng, with fire almost spitting out from his eyes.

"curse?"

Ying Zheng chewed these two words and did not comment.

He glanced at the bronze chariot, pondered for a moment, stretched out a finger and pointed it at Lin's eyebrows.

The spiritual consciousness violently invaded her sea of ​​consciousness and checked her memories.

From her birth to more than two thousand years now, everything has been understood by Ying Zheng.

After browsing the female assassin's memory expressionlessly, his face turned slightly cold.

Then, he looked at the two foreigners, bounced his fingers and killed them directly.

With a wave, the Shangri-La Eye on the female foreigner fell into her hands.

The whole scene was like playing with little ants, with no difficulty.

Ying Zheng pinched the Shangri-La eye, reached out and pinched it.

A light blue water flow appeared.

"Bao Laoquan? It's just water containing spiritual energy!"

Ying Zheng raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a sneer.

Walking to the coffin, he whispered his sleeves and lifted the lid of the coffin to reveal the First Emperor lying inside.

Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, and the so-called fountain of immortality in his palm fell into the First Emperor, who had become a pottery figurine.

boom!

The next moment, the First Emperor, who had turned into a pottery figurine, suddenly shook and then broke into pieces.

The First Emperor, who had been cursed and sealed for more than two thousand years, opened his eyes and descended to this land again.

He sat up and looked up at Ying Zheng, both of them were shocked.

An inexplicable feeling emerged in the hearts of the two.

Only one of them can survive.

This feeling does not need to be said, it seems to be clear naturally, and it is very magical.

When the two look at each other, a change occurs.

Their souls, spiritual powers and physical bodies are attracting each other, and there is a tendency to merge into one.

This trend is related to cultivation of inaction, and even if you have the cultivation of Tongtian, you cannot resist it.

Even if Ying Zheng is struggling to suppress this attraction, it will not be stopped for too long.

As long as Ying Zheng stays in this world and the two of them become one, it is inevitable.

Feeling this attraction, Ying Zheng gradually felt a sense of enlightenment.

As long as this First Emperor is integrated, he will undergo earth-shaking changes.

As for what changes are, I don't know yet.

However, it is integrated into the other and me of all worlds and into one.

This feeling is not bad.

Of course, such integration will definitely be risky.

After all, such a fusion will definitely have a distinction between primary and secondary. So, who is the main and who is the secondary?

What about being the main, what about being the deputy?

Will the one who is the deputy disappear forever?

Will the one who is the main one be affected? Can you accept all the inheritance of the subordinate?

All of this is unknown.

But, such days are more exciting, isn’t it?

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng showed a smile on his lips.

"Another world? Another me?"

At this time, Emperor First Emperor jumped out of the coffin and walked to the front of Ying Zheng.

His body, which looked like a clay sculpture, looked very stiff, and his voice was hoarse. After all, he had not spoken for more than two thousand years.

"Yes, I am the First Emperor of the Holy Court of the Great Qin!"

Ying Zheng nodded, and in a blink of an eye, he turned the situation of this world and the memories he had searched from the female assassin into a ray of inspiration and penetrated into the other party's mind.

"Thieves!"

After a moment of silence, after digesting this message, the First Emperor suddenly opened his eyes and cursed.

With a wave of his hand, a hot flame swept out, covering the people on the ground, and soon turned into ashes.

"We're going to merge, what else do you have to say?"

Ying Zheng quietly looked at the other party's actions, without saying a word. He asked after the other party took action.

As the two approached, a strange light even appeared.

The fusion has begun.

They can even feel each other's memories, which is a sign of the fusion of the soul.

"Fusion, yes, I'm about to merge with you, and there's nothing to say, that's it!"

Through Ying Zheng's memory, Emperor Qin Shi saw the glory of the Great Qin Holy Court, the wonderfulness of the heavens and all worlds, and the existence of chat groups.

His eyes were shiny, and even his words became much more slick.

In any case, fusion is inevitable, so after fusion, the memories of both of them will be shared.

What is the point of saying or not saying anything?

After a pause, the First Emperor suddenly sang the Great Qin War Song loudly.

"Why do you say that you are in the same comrade as your son? Wang Yu raised his troops to repair my spear and spear, and share the same hatred as your son!"

"Why do you say that you have no clothes and you have the same womb as you, Wang Yu raised his troops and repaired my spear and halberd, and worked with you together!"

"Why do you say that you have no clothes and have the same clothes as me? Wang Yu set up a army to build my armor and soldiers, and walk with me!"

"Why don't you say that you are not clothes? My dear, Jingzhen, Wang Yuxing's army, repaired my crossbow, and I will share with you.."

Amid the high war songs, the body of Emperor First Emperor was shining.

From the soul, to the spiritual power, to the body, it all turned into a divine light, towards the integration of Yingzheng.

Ying Zheng had no expression on his face, no sorrow or joy, closed his eyes and accepted all this.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, as if he had experienced a cycle of life.

He felt that his soul had become much heavier, as if it had increased the texture of the soul.

Not only that, in his memory, a inherited martial art called "Five Emperors Immortal Sutra" appeared!

By practicing to the highest level, you can transform the Dharma images of the five heavenly emperors and suppress the universe.

Of course, this is bragging!

Because this is just a top-level human-level martial art, you will reach the peak of your cultivation level at the sixth level of Golden Elixir.

What interested Ying Zheng the most was that this technique came from meteorites from the sky.
Chapter completed!