"Destiny is broken, blood is flowing, and the prophecy of the ancestors is realized..." The excitement of the face of the great priest, let the blood rain drench on him, and bowed to Jingzhen, "Your Majesty, the prophecy of the ancestors appeared. This is the sign of Daxing’s great prosperity in Daqin, and I also asked him to carry out a blood sacrifice ceremony according to the instructions of the past."

Jing Zhendi’s complex look is silent, staring at the destiny of the blood spring water.

The emperor thinks far more than the average person. Although this is a prophecy scene in the reign of the ancestors, Jing Jing is not sure, will the prophecy be as true as the record, or it will be set long ago. A good bureau.

As an emperor, even if the father and son are close relatives, they have to guard against it, not to mention a grandfather who has never met before.

However, if everything in the prophecy is really realized, then for Jing Zhendi, there are some great attractions.

Thinking about the scene of the emperor in the prophecy, King Jing can not help but feel that the body seems to be boiling.

"Unified the universe, become an emperor, I really did it?" Jing Zhendi clenched his fists, staring at the mouth of the life that was still in the blood spring, and the cheeks were flushed.

Jingzhen has always been a self-satisfying person, and he has a ambition to be a hero. If he can really be as general as the prophecy, for him, that is the greatest pursuit of his life.

However, as an emperor, Jing Zhendi is very clear that he should not do things that are not sure.

While he was hesitating, he suddenly heard the screams of the high priests and other people who were drenched by the blood spring water. They saw that the light of their bodies was blooming and the body was shining, which seemed to have gained tremendous power.

"Your Majesty... Tianming Spring is strengthening my body... I feel that even if I don't use the power of genetics and the blood of the gods... I can beat many supreme powers..." The great priest cried in surprise.

Jing Zhendi and Qin Bai had already retired to the back, and the waiters gathered their power into a light curtain, blocking the blood for them.

Listening to the great priest said that Jing Zhendi’s heart was also shaken a little. He looked at the big priest and the priests’ body more and more powerful, and could not help but mutter to himself: “Does everything in the prophecy be true? The things in the destiny can really make people sanctified?"

"Your Majesty, please open the blood sacrifice ceremony, this is a rare opportunity for hundreds of millions of years." The great priest once again ordered his life.

According to the prophecy, blood springs are only a harbinger, and the real treasures in the destiny of life require blood sacrifices to appear.

The look on Jing Zhendi’s face is uncertain, even though he is an emperor, there are times when it is difficult to decide.

If it is for the way of the king, he should not take such a risk, but if he misses this opportunity, he will probably pass the emperor of the unification of the universe. Jing Zhendi does not want to miss such an opportunity. There are also some dilemmas.

Seeing that there are fewer and fewer blood springs in the fate of the life, it seems that it will completely converge. The great priest once again ordered: "Your majesty...the machine must not be lost..."

Jing Zhendi still has no choice, slightly biting his teeth, and bowing to the wall behind the destiny: "How should Jingjing do it, please ask me to teach me."

Hansen gave a slight glimpse, but he didn't see anyone there.

Looking at the wall, Hansen's attention was on the top of the gods, and he did not pay attention to the walls of the palace. At this time, he looked at the past and suddenly found that there was a huge mural on the back wall.

In the picture, there is a plum blossom, the plum blossoms are blooming, and the petals fall. Under the plum tree, there are several white deer eating their petals.

On the tree roots where the plum tree stands on the ground, there is a white robe old man. The old man has white hair and a white robe. He has a black tree root cane in his hand and a jug with a stick. .

The person worshipped by Jing Zhendi turned out to be the old man in the painting.

"Old ruins are only responsible for guarding this place, do not ask other things, sacrifices and no sacrifices, you decide for yourself." The old man in the painting actually spoke, just like a living person.

"If you are in danger, can you protect me and Bai Er?" Jing Zhendi asked again.

"I have been painting for hundreds of millions of years, and I have been here for hundreds of millions of years. I have witnessed the rise and fall of Qin State. There have been many foreigners who have been here. There have been strong people who have come here, but the temple has never Damaged." The old man in the painting sits under the plum tree, his voice is indifferent, but he has an indescribable domineering.

"There is no such thing as Mr., and Jing is not afraid of it." Jing Zhendi's eyes are flooded, and his face rises with the excitement of flushing.

In the lifetime of a unified universe, becoming an emperor, this is the lifelong wish of King Jing.

However, if the status quo is maintained, in his lifetime, he will not see the hope of unifying the universe. Only by letting go is there a hope.

Of course, the most important thing is that there is a picture of the elderly to protect, Jing Jingdi has the confidence to try.

The old man in the painting guards the Qin State and does not know how many generations. He has saved the Qin State from the dangers of destroying the country many times. It can be said that it is the biggest reliance of the Daqin Empire.

If the old man in the painting has the heart of Qin, the Daqin Empire has long been ignorant of how many times it has died. The emperors of all ages have been fascinated by it, even more than the blood of the Qin family. Said that he can protect him, even if it is dangerous, it should not be a big problem.

"The great priest, prepare for the blood sacrifice." Jing Zhendi screamed and gave orders.

The great priest was overjoyed and sighed in the blood: "Chen...consider..."

The priests are preparing blood sacrifices. Hansen stood by Qin Bai, and he always looked at the fate of the gods and the blood of the earth.

Although he could not see why these blood springs could change the physique of the great priests, there was a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

"Qin Xiu this person can use any means to achieve the goal. If Qin Xiu calculates his own descendants, I will not be surprised at all." Han Sen secretly indulged himself.

It is a pity that his current status is only the waiter of Qin Bai. He has no right to speak at all. Even if he uses Hansen’s identity to persuade King Jing to not have a blood sacrifice, it is estimated that King Jing will not care for him and may drive him out.

First, this is the family of the Qin family. Secondly, Hansen can’t really say that there is any problem. If he said that the Qin family’s ancestors were not good things, they might harm them, so that Jing Zhendi would not want blood sacrifices. Jing Zhendi will kill people first.

The strength of the old man in the painting is unfathomable. Even Hansen can't see how his true strength is. He doesn't know where it is sacred. Only one person, Hansen is not sure to win when the body is suppressed by the rules of the great universe. He, not to mention the Qin State masters, there is no shortage of terrorists with the genetic species of the gods.

The great priest in the field is not an ordinary person, but also a spiritual inheritor of the gods.

Hansen originally thought that the blood sacrifice was to use the blood of the Qin family's blood, but Hansen soon discovered that it was not the case. The great priest had brought a girl. The girl was only 13 or four years old, watching her fear. As for the appearance, I know that it is not the Qin royal family.