The Immortal Emperor is so fertile.

Chapter 150: After Gaining Long, Looking Forward to Shu
Boom!
Ying Zhao, who was forced to end his hibernation, fell to the ground in a daze, his eyes full of anger from waking up and hunger.

Well, it hasn't eaten since Chapter 19...

Qin Tian raised his hand: "Well, this is how I solve the problem!"

Zhou Liang: “…”

Lin Zhao: "..."

Han Yang: “…”

Li Qi: “…”

The four of them looked at each other, and then looked at Qin Tian with confusion: "May I ask, sir, what is this?"

"Ying Zhao!"

Qin Tian explained: "It is the ancient beast that was granted earth-related magical powers because it once cleaned the garden for the 'Emperor'! With this magical power, the land destroyed by the Tengu can be quickly restored to its original state!"

As he spoke, his fingers traced runes on Yingzhao's forehead.

Beast Taming Contract.

Ying Zhao was unwilling, but he did not dare to resist and could only passively accept his fate.

Soon, the contract was signed.

There was a greater sense of spiritual connection between Qin Tian and Ying Zhao.

Then, thunder roared, and Qin Tian, ​​leading Ying Zhao, appeared on the Yinshan Plain, which was once a vast fertile land. As far as the eye could see, there were gullies and ravines on the ground, magma was rolling and flowing, and there was black smoke rising into the sky everywhere. It was a complete doomsday scene.

Ying Zhao was completely confused.

This place can barely be considered its home, and it once chased the horses and the wind in the wilderness here...

But now...

What a mess!

Ying Zhao was filled with indignation, so he spread out his four hooves and started running. Faint halos spread out along his hoof prints.

In an instant, the earth seemed to come alive and the world began to reshape!
The soil surged, sand and gravel spread, and the boiling magma flowed back into the underground. Although there was still deathly silence everywhere, it was completely different from the previous doomsday scene.

Qin Tian felt a little more enlightened.

He finally understood that the time in ancient times, thousands of years ago, when humans and monsters lived in the same world, was called the "Age of Chaos"...

After all, some great monsters can easily destroy the world, while others can restore the world to its original state...

Of course, there are also some big monsters that are basically given away for free, with no special records except that their meat is very good...

After running a lap, Yingzhao came back panting.

After all, it is still a cub.

Restoring the doomsday wasteland within a radius of 100 miles has exhausted all its energy.

Qin Tian thought about it and decided to exploit the child laborers again...

He raised his hand, and the boundary markers that had been made long ago flew out in all directions like raindrops, falling evenly on the fragmented Yinshan Mountains and on the north of the Zhuohe River that had been broken into several sections.

The boundary marker fell.

The Western Rong people and the northern barbarians did not object.

Thus, the vast western and northern lands, stretching for thousands of miles, all became the territory of the Qin State!
The golden dragon of luck that was entrenched on top of Mangshan Mountain rose into the sky and appeared above Qin Tian in the blink of an eye. It soared and rolled, like noodles held in the palm of a ramen chef, becoming slender at a speed visible to the naked eye.

hold head high!
Amid the deafening dragon roar, a golden dragon hundreds of feet long swam through the clouds.

The dragon is born, and all beasts lie dormant!
Ying Zhao, who had exhausted all his energy, couldn't help but curl up into a ball, trembling.

But soon, it noticed something strange.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth rushed into its body uncontrollably, replenishing the energy it had consumed in activating its innate magical powers!

soon.

Ying Zhao became energetic again.

Overflowing with essence!

Even stronger than before! It feels that it is now terribly strong!
"Go ahead and prove to the world what the Yingzhao clan is capable of!"

"It is your duty to restore the glory of Yingzhao!"

……

Qin Tian encouraged Ying Zhao.

Super loud.

Hiccup!

Ying Zhao roared to the sky, raised his front hooves and dug into the air for a while, then ran even faster than before.

Mountains and rivers are recast.

Qin Tian's heart was surging.

Ying Zhao is now his contracted beast. He can let the Golden Dragon of Fortune continuously mobilize the spiritual energy within the Qin State to replenish Ying Zhao's essence so that it can continue to work.

In this way, the northern border of Xirong, which stretches for thousands of miles, will soon return to a livable state!
It just wasn’t vibrant enough.

Qin Tian's mind moved, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

Then, heavy rain fell.

The main source of this rainfall was the nine spiritual springs that Qin Tian had previously arranged in various places.

The rain is sweet and the spiritual energy is abundant.

Countless plants and trees broke through the soil on the ground, and the young seedlings opened their leaves to welcome the sweet rain.

At this moment, Ying Zhao and Qiyun Golden Dragon were working closely together.

Wherever Ying Zhao passed, the soil surged, cracks healed, and the overflowing magma was buried back under the surface. The earth returned to its former tranquility, and the golden dragon of luck that followed closely behind sent down sweet rain, making the desolate land full of vitality.

Qin Tian stood on the top of Yinshan Mountain and looked to the north.

It was still as unsightly as hell.

But when Qin Tian set up the boundary marker, he did not cross the established border line.

There is no other reason, there is an enemy on the other side.

Wherever Qin Tian looked, there were tens of thousands of monks wearing animal skins, with totems painted on their faces with white lime, holding magic staffs and magic balls made of human or animal bones in their hands, and with sinister eyes.

These monks are priests of the Northern Di.

Compared with the Western Rong, the Northern Di are closer in blood to the human race, and many of their tribes migrated from the territory of the Great Zhou to the northern ice fields.

Well, he was driven away by the Shang Dynasty.

Today, the Northern Di tribes have thrived and multiplied for thousands of years, with a population of nearly 100 million. They have always been thinking about going south to fight back to their hometown. They are the primary opponents of the army and princes sent by the Great Zhou Dynasty to Huangzhou.

After a long standoff, Qin Tian shouted loudly:
"Hand over the fleeing Xirong people within one month, otherwise you will be an enemy of the Great Zhou!"

"Don't say I didn't warn you!"

Qin Tian uttered these harsh words, turned around and left, leaving the Beidi priests staring at each other in bewilderment.

Well, they could understand the language of the Great Zhou, and they also fully understood what Qin Tian meant.

What they didn't understand was that how could there still be living Xirong people in this place when it had become such a horrible state? More importantly, how could the Xirong people who were lucky enough to be alive still have to cross the shattered Yinshan Mountains, which were constantly collapsing, and run to the ice field?
Make friends?

Damn it!
Seeing Qin Tian leaving, the Beidi priests also retreated, sat cross-legged in the snow cave, and looked to the south with vigilant faces.

When the Loli Yinquanniang smashed down Yinshan Mountain that day, the Beidi tribes in the north of Yinshan Mountain also suffered countless casualties. These priests came in a hurry, rescued the injured, and stayed here without leaving.

They are on defense.

Or surveillance.

The Great Zhou Dynasty viewed the Northern Di as a serious threat and wanted to eliminate them as soon as possible. The Northern Di also felt the same way. Naturally, they were worried that Ji Xian would lead the Great Zhou Dynasty's army in Huangzhou to take the opportunity to launch an attack!

But they guessed the wrong person.

Ji Xian was living a life of drunkenness and debauchery in Zhenhuang City, having long forgotten his mission. The one who was drooling over the hundreds of thousands of miles of northern ice fields was someone else...

(End of this chapter)