And the other side.

Lin Fan was nervous and walked all the way. Fortunately, the 1.2 million Great Qin armor did not move even once, and no sound came from behind the bronze door.

The two of them stopped behind the dark bronze door, and could clearly feel the imperial majesty and faint murderous intent coming from behind the door!

"The throne." Lin Fan looked at the old man.

The old man nodded slightly: "It's time."

Lin Fan slowly pushed open the heavy bronze door.

"Squeak~"

With a dry friction sound, the door opened.

The dull air blows towards your face, carrying a slightly rotten smell. It is the wind that has not flowed in the dusty underground for thousands of years.

That is the style of Da Qin.

It was pitch black and there was only one step deep into the ground.

The First Emperor’s Underground Palace!

"Your Majesty, be careful."

After Lin Fan finished speaking, he walked up the steps first and walked into the dark underground.

The old man slowly followed behind.

The two of them walked a few steps.

"Squeak!"

The bronze door closed automatically, plunging the entire underground palace into darkness.

But then.

Bright and dazzling!

There was no longer any darkness, and the bright light was dazzling. Lin Fan squinted his eyes, and it took him a long time to see clearly.

For a moment, Lin Fan's breathing was trembling when he saw the scene in front of him.

Above the dome, the sun, moon and stars are extremely bright.

Under the dome, mountains and rivers stretch across, and rivers roll!

Take the pearls and make them the sun, moon and stars.

The thick soil is the mountains and rivers, the mercury is the rivers, the night pearls are the stars, the sun and the moon, and the light shines brightly among the rolling waves.

This scene made Lin Fan freeze on the spot. This was the legendary underground palace of the First Emperor, that is, the scene in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor!

"Wait..." Lin Fan looked at the magnificent mountains and rivers in front of him and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He looked at it a few more times and then took a deep breath.

Guo Zuo also looked at the familiar mountains and rivers in front of him and said softly: "This is... the mountains and rivers of Daxia, the rivers of Daxia..."

The Baichuan Galaxy in front of us is clearly the layout of China!

Thousands of meters in length and width, majestic and majestic!

The old man raised his head and looked into the distance: "He has been looking at Daxia, looking at this land, and looking at his Daqin world."

"Even if I sleep underground for a thousand years, I have never forgotten it."

"His love for this land is no weaker than any of ours."

That golden dragon hovers above the mountains and rivers, overlooking the mountains and rivers in the dome made of night pearls.

It seemed like there was a sound that spanned thousands of years.

"When I am here, I will defend the land and open up borders, and wipe out all the barbarians. If I die, I will transform into a dragon soul to protect China."

Lin Fan seemed to see it.

Thousands of years ago, a figure faced the great mountains and rivers and generously drew his sword.

"I swear an oath here in the name of the First Emperor. As long as I am here, I will guard the land and open up borders, wipe out the four barbarians, and establish the foundation of our great Qin for eternity! When I die, I will transform into a dragon soul to protect China forever! This oath,

The sun and the moon are witnesses, heaven and earth share the knowledge, immortals, devils and gods all listen to it!”

But now, things have changed and people have changed. Thousands of years have passed, but the First Emperor still cannot let go of this piece of land!

In the dark underground, thousands of years of sleep, only this mountain and river accompanied him.

Lin Fan, who originally had stern eyes, also sighed: "He loves this land as much as we do, even more than us... because this is the Great Qin world he created with his own hands, and it is the beginning of the Great Xia that he ushered in."

"Hopefully, we won't get to that point with him."

Lin Fan raised his eyes and saw a majestic and magnificent palace, standing behind the nine states.

At the end of the steps, the palace door slowly opened, revealing darkness.

Lin Fan looked at the Chinese mountains and rivers in front of him, walking along the bluestone-paved steps with the Imperial Palace, as if he had walked through the entire Great Xia.

"tread."

"tread."

In the silent underground palace, only the sound of footsteps echoed,

Approaching the main hall, a thousand-year-old breath hits your face, vicissitudes of life, but so powerful that it makes people tremble.

Under the main hall, eight two-meter-tall golden servants stood quietly, like the most loyal guards.

Entering the dark hall, Lin Fan slowly walked down the dark and deep corridor.

On both sides are pillars painted red, purple tents, and thick stone bricks.

Rows of bronze cranes spread their wings sideways, and bronze spears and swords are neatly placed, vaguely showing the glory and brilliance of that dynasty.

Lin Fan knew that the man was waiting for him at the end of the hall.

There is a man who cannot be ignored in the history of Daxia. He founded the dynasty and unified Daxia through the ages.

As if a thousand years had passed, Lin Fan walked through this solemn corridor and saw the huge ancient bronze tripod.

Lin Fan looked up.

In the empty main hall, behind the ancient bronze tripod, above the nine steps.

A throne shines with the glory of thousands of years.

Bronze swords hang all over the back wall, and a purple-black curtain hangs from the top of the hall, with red cinnabar characters that are eye-catching.

"Qin!"

On the dragon chair, the giant dragon made of gold opens its mouth wide, as if threatening the world!

Two bronze dragons are placed on both sides of the throne, like guards on the left and right.

Standing in front of the dragon on the right is a burly warrior covered in black armor. His whole body exudes a sense of weight, like a mountain.

Meng Tian!

In front of the dragon on the left, Bai Qi stands proudly, his huge scythe dripping with bright red. Although he has not fully recovered from his injuries, he is already able to move. The hideous scabs on his body make him look even more ferocious.

Bai Qi, with his abnormal physique, was always the most injured, but he was the first to recover. Now the gods of Daxia are still in the wheelchair, and this guy has torn up the bandages and is standing here.

Moreover, the desperate battle with Poseidon obviously benefited Bai Qi a lot. Although Bai Qi's injuries have not yet recovered, his aura is stronger than before, and he has faintly entered the eleventh level!

Obviously, the excitement of that battle revived some of the sleeping power in Bai Qi's body.

As long as the injury heals after a period of time, Bai Qi can directly enter the high god level without even needing to break through, because that is the true strength of the killing god Bai Qi!

By then, Daxia will have another high-level god!

But it's also possible... Daxia will face Daqin, which has three high-level gods!

At this moment, the hall was silent.

The king sat on top of it, and two generals stood under his highness.

One left and one right!

The blood dragon of the Great Qin Dynasty, the killing god Bai Qi, the earth dragon of the Great Qin Dynasty, and Meng Tian who controls the country!

Just like two dragons protecting the country, guarding the real ancestral dragon!

A man wearing a purple and black gilt robe with five claws and dragon patterns, with six as the mark, a talisman, a six-inch-long miter with twelve coats of arms sitting on the dragon chair, looking through the layers of bead curtains, indifferently

looked at the two people.

Although he didn't speak a word, he showed the pressure of the emperor!

One emperor through the ages, King Qin, Ying Zheng!

No.

It’s the First Emperor, Ying Zheng!

He has the aura of an emperor and is not angry but is proud of himself.
To be continued...