"I have something to say to you. ”

Qin Hao thought about it and straightened his clothes.

"If you think your life is your own, the villain tells you, you are very wrong.

Your lords are cultivated by the Western Qin, and you grow up here and here, no matter what the water and soil are here, this place is your hometown.

I want you to remember why you are cultivating, why you are living, and whether you want to make life better for yourself and your descendants, so that there will be fewer deaths, injuries and disasters around you.

Your life is the life of Xiqin, everything of yours belongs to Xiqin, don't ruin the fate of the Xiqin clan because of yourself.

If everyone is as negligent as the adults this time, Xiqin is not a human world, but a purgatory. ”

Qin Hao's words were sincere, and after speaking, he bowed to the ground and bowed to everyone.

Qin Hao knew that the great plan of Western Qin was inseparable from the seamless cooperation of these mortal immortals.

If one link is miscalculated, it is very likely to fall short.

A mere warlock can't accomplish anything in the vast world.

There was no second chance for the Great Plan of Western Qin, and Qin Hao didn't know how long he would be able to live.

Is it 10 years, or 100 years?

Or a few days?

Therefore, failure is not what Qin Hao wants to see.

So he was willing to do his best to gain Xi Qin's trust, even if he knew that he had no second heart for Xi Qin.

"Xu Hao, a mortal minor, was fortunately rescued by the immortals.

Immortals and Xiqin have a life in me, know the encounter, give the surname of the three graces, I serve in Xiqin wholeheartedly, do not hesitate to steal the heavenly machine, cut off the death, do not enter the reincarnation, just to achieve the immortal for the Xiqin to stabilize the future generations.

If you believe me, I hope that after today, cherish your life, do not act rashly and carelessly, I hereby thank you on behalf of the dawn people of Xiqin who look forward to seeing the sun tomorrow. ”

After speaking, Qin Hao bowed to the ground, and bowed sincerely to the immortals and Qin Dong and others three times like people worshiping Bodhisattvas and monks.

If kowtowing helps, let yourself break your head!

"Qin Hao, here, I beg you, adults, spare your life. ”

... ...

Qin Dong and Xi Qin Jiuzi and the others didn't quite remember what happened later that night.

All they knew was that that night, a person with a different surname knelt on the ground in their place and told them what was going on in their hearts.

It is clear that the people of Western Qin are their fathers and villagers, but at this time, it seems that someone is more concerned than them.

Qin Dong felt that this was wrong, the land of Western Qin, because it was protected by their own hands.

At the very least, Qin Hao shouldn't be left to bear it alone.

Dead end, it's terrifying to listen to.

The nine sons of Western Qin originally had an indelible grief in their hearts because of the death of their brother, but at this time, Qin Hao's words made his mood extremely heavy, and his shoulders seemed to have many, many more burdens than before.

They clenched their fists without saying a word, and on the way back, they secretly vowed in their hearts that they must change their past mistakes and do their best.

When everyone left, when the immortals saw Qin Hao, who was still holding his head to the ground at this time, he had an innumerable feeling in his heart.

It seems that Qin Hao also said what he wanted to say to his subordinates in the past hundred years but didn't know how to say it this night.

The Waisha Immortal, Qin Hua, once asked himself, is it possible to use a warlock like Qin Hao to be regarded as no one available in Western Qin, and he has no choice but to use it?

At this time, he figured out that Qin Hao was the most correct person he had chosen, and choosing Qin Hao was the most correct decision he had made in hundreds of years.

At this time, Qin Hua looked at Qin Hao, his figure looked extremely thin in the dark night, as if he was malnourished.

Qin Hua's heart suddenly gave birth to an indescribable heartache and pity, which seemed to indicate that Xi Qin was destined to be ashamed of him.

What kind of decision is it to cut off the past life and not enter the reincarnation?

"Immortals, don't have pity on me. I'm just a weak warlock. He who has taken the number of lives of heaven and earth, and has lived his own life. You are a king, and you must have the ruthlessness of a king. This kind of ruthlessness can be more. ”

"The ancients said that only the heroes can carry the sun and the moon on their shoulders and the dawn on their backs. The immortals are ambitious, but there is still a long way to go for the great plan of the Western Qin, and only by persevering can we always do it. ”

After saying this, Qin Hao got up, took advantage of the fact that the night was not dispelled by the daylight, and walked out of the palace step by step, leaving this warm place.

Qin Hao's back had disappeared at the open gate of the palace, Qin Hua shook his head, a ruthless person like himself was actually advised to be more ruthless?

Qin Hao greeted the last ray of moonlight, shedding crystal tears, his ugly face and the crystal of tears lived together at night, as terrifying and weird as it was.

The leader of the dead soldiers who terrified the people of Western Qin, A Man, was like an owl at this time, standing on a big tree in the courtyard where Qin Hao lived.

The old man had eagle eyes and white eyebrows, his eyes were bright, and he was quietly vigilant against the movements between heaven and earth.

Since the small courtyard has been filled with an indissoluble smell of blood, there have always been wandering souls and lonely ghosts between heaven and earth wandering here.

These netherworld ghosts lingered outside Qin Haoshi's house for a long time, never dispersing.

What are they?

Why do you keep gathering here?

Aman, thinking that these things were ominous, made a move and tried to kill them.

However, when their faint spirits were scattered by himself, Ah Man found that they would slowly reunite after a while.

It's weird.

Ah Man shot again, and the spirits reunited.

In this way, the old man finally found that he couldn't resist God and chose to give up.

In the past, Ah Man never believed in the will of heaven.

It was only at this time that he tried to exhaust all the methods in the world and dispel these souls without success, and he believed.

God doesn't want you to die, you can always live.

Perhaps, is it really providential?

Otherwise, how to explain this strange phenomenon?

At this time, Qin Hao, who was in a shimmering spirit, pushed the door in.

These wandering spirits, as if frightened by the ugliness of the appearance of the people who came, avoided one after another, sandwiched both sides of the road, and made way for Qin Hao.

Qin Hao really didn't have any cultivation, but his divine soul was so strong and terrifying that he could even see these wandering ghosts with his naked eyes at this time.

"If you can't die, use it for me. ”

Stepping into the bloody hut, Qin Hao took a deep breath and gently reached out to knock over a small bottle in his hand.

The straggler spirits that had originally gathered here were suddenly put into vials after a scream.

Qin Hao shook the bottle as if they were water, and the bottle glowed with a bloody light, and the world was calm.

I saw Qin Hao pour a drop of blood from another bottle into the vial, then tilted his head and poured everything empty in the bottle into his mouth.

Qin Hao chewed the "air" and swallowed it, a trace of purple charm flashed in his pupils.

From this moment on, his divine soul was a little stronger again.

Looking down, the bottles and cans at Qin Hao's feet had turned into a big world in his eyes, in which people were constantly flowing and hurrying.

It's just that I can't see their faces clearly.

Some people have a bright light, and some people have a dull appearance.

These very dark ones are chess pieces, and those that are extremely bright are the variables that may exist.

Only Qin Hao knew who they were.

Qin Hao thought about it for a moment and proposed two bleak chess pieces.

When he reached for it, he took out two stones.

In that place, there were still eleven stones emitting a faint light, and the next moment, the light on these stones suddenly dimmed, as if they had merged into a color with the wooden planks on the floor of the room.

Okay, it's a dead move.

Qin Hao was a little overjoyed, and the boulder in his heart really landed.

Next, he has to calculate how many people in this world can become Mohai's living chess.

He had to find them and turn them into death flags, or he would have to kill them.

"Commander, ask for another thousand from the immortals for me. Qin Hao said loudly outside.

Qin Hao was not worried that no one would respond to his request and it would be empty, so he re-immersed himself in his world after speaking.

For he could see the old man standing or standing in the tree all day long.

At this point, the man turned and left, presumably to deliver a message.

It doesn't matter if there are more, Qin Hao now wants to summarize the gains and losses of this operation.

Bai Shenhou successfully ate it, and he also successfully buried a shadow.

It is estimated that it will be enabled in a few decades.

However, there were also miscalculations.

After all, people are not dead chess, they all have their own thinking.

It seems that it is necessary to ponder people's hearts, and only by understanding a person can we better predict his behavior.

If you make a mistake once, you can still make a remedy, and if you make a mistake again, the problem is your own problem.

Qin Hao is reflecting: Among so many human affairs, which ones have not been considered by himself?

Qin Hao closed his eyes and fell into deep thought, and many ghosts in the heavens and earth wandered towards this small courtyard again.

This closed eye is from sunrise to sunrise again.

Twenty-four hours later, Qin Hao opened his eyes and looked at the wandering spirits floating outside the window, thinking to himself, why are so many warlocks in this world never able to transcend?

What did the seniors do?

Qin Hao didn't know that these scattered spirits that couldn't be dispersed were doing the same thing as he was doing now.

As for the punishment of those who are out of line, man always thinks too little about cruelty, so he does not know enough.

On the day when there was no one to sacrifice, Qin Hao couldn't do anything, and the commander returned to the tree to guard that day, but the thousand living people he asked for had not yet come.

There are many dead soldiers in Western Qin, and a thousand people may be the entire population of a small village, but for Western Qin, it only takes a word from the immortal to easily gather it again.

It's just that the immortals have a lot to think about, perhaps, everyone can, and he is the same, he can indeed be more ruthless.

In some ways, the dead soldiers were actually the most loyal people in Western Qin.

Because of sacrifice, death is a loss.

Their lives could be used elsewhere, or they could be well lived.

After all, in this world, there are many, many damned people, people with blood on their hands, and people who are hostile to Western Qin.

To be a dime a dozen.

So, Qin Hua thought about it, and immediately made a decision, and left Western Qin with the only space treasure in Western Qin, Han Yu Huanpei.

Regarding Hanyu Huanpei, Qin Hua still has some feelings.

He was almost besieged to death by demon beasts in the Immortal Forest, and it was because of this treasure that he escaped the catastrophe.

The Han Yu Ring is not a killing treasure, it is similar to a storage bag, the space is larger than the storage bag, but it can hold live things.

There are only two kinds of space treasures that can hold living creatures in the Mohai world, the twenty-one decisive flag, and this cold jade ring shaped like a belt.

Many people in the world have only heard of the names of these two treasures, but do not know their whereabouts.

No one would have imagined that such a poor Western Qin would have such a treasure.

Qin Hua made this trip to find a prison cell.

He went to a lot of famous dungeons and took a lot of people with him.

At first, some people kowtowed to the immortals in gratitude, bowed down and thanked them, and regarded them as their own life-saving benefactors.

Later, when they were forcibly taken from their lives, these people who were about to die understood why Qin Hua had never paid attention to them from beginning to end.

But also, Qin Hua didn't treat you as human beings in the first place, so what should I take care of?