Great Qin Wang Du, Xianyang city.
Vermilion Bird Avenue, inside the mansion of the top dignitary.
Deep in the isolated Jiangnan courtyard, there is still gurgling water, quiet and elegant, untainted by the hustle and bustle of the world.
Beside the pavilion, a middle-aged man wearing a second-grade vermilion official uniform sat quietly by the pool.
But the warm and transparent sapphire fishing rod in his hand had already been broken into two pieces and was casually discarded at his feet.
The clear lake reflected his elegant and handsome face, but he could no longer find any leisure and leisure.
Snap.
A hard message jade slip gently shattered in his palm and turned into powder all over the sky.
Blood Prison God Severing Formation, built with tens of thousands of water monster corpses, was broken.
The second hall master, the third hall master, the fifth hall master, and the three origin clones of King Realm Eighth Level were all destroyed.
Even the Seventh Hall Master Zhou Tong, who was regarded as the final trump card and forcibly sacrificed to give birth to the Half-Step Emperor Realm, was devoured alive.
There were no decent traces of the battle left within the Baili Swamp.
There is only a piece of dead white sand land that has been completely drained of all energy and life.
"Nurture the poison, only to be eaten by the poison."
Great Qin Master Yushi, Wei Ran, slowly closed his eyes.
His expression was calm and calm, showing no anger or fear.
All that was left was the bone-chilling cold feeling after someone had completely overturned the chess game.
He underestimated Su Yu.
No, it was the entire court and all the planners who underestimated the sharp blade that His Majesty Great Qin personally praised as "Blade of Great Qin".
I underestimated its sharpness, and even more underestimated the endless hunger in its bones.
"Heh."
A very light self-deprecating smile quietly escaped from his lips.
Wei Ran stood up slowly and raised his hands to tidy up his spotless red official uniform.
Without stopping at all, he turned around and walked straight into the deep backyard.
After passing through the exquisite corridor with nine twists and turns, he stopped in front of the door of a secluded study room, raised his hand and pushed the door open.
This quiet room is completely different from the elegance and elegance of the outside world.
There are no books, paintings, or furnishings in the room, except for a vast and huge star map hanging on the wall in the center.
This star map is not a drawing of the stars in the sky, but a complete territory of the thirteen states of Great Qin.
Countless slender and mysterious silver threads criss-cross the territory of each state, weaving into an invisible dragnet that covers the entire Great Qin.
At this moment, Nan Province is above the direction of Black Swamp.
The four light spots that originally represented the four hall masters of the Blood Baleful Intent Hall have been completely dimmed and extinguished.
Wei Ran walked slowly to the star map and stretched out his slender fingers.
On an extremely hidden protrusion on the wall, tap three long and two short with a unique rhythm.
Buzz--!
The stone walls of the entire quiet room instantly became transparent and blurred, turning into a deep and boundless dark universe.
The next moment, in the void opposite, a simple and thick ancient bronze mirror slowly emerged, its surface rippling gently like water waves.
The figure of Wei Ran was not reflected in the mirror.
Instead, there is a lonely mountain top filled with mist and fairy spirit.
Under the withered pine trees on the top of the mountain, an old man wearing a plain white Daoist robe sat cross-legged in silence, with a plate of unfinished games in front of him.
He looks ordinary, simple and ordinary, and his aura is as misty as clouds, as if he can ride the wind back at any time and transcend the world.
But when he slowly raised his eyes.
In those vicissitudes of life, there is an antiquity and indifference that can corrupt eternity.
"Your heart is confused."
The voice of the old man in white robe was ethereal and ethereal, without any hint of fireworks, as if he had come from across the ages.
"Master Cao."
Wei Ran nodded slightly at the figure in the mirror, calmed down and returned to Gu Jing Wubo's composure.
"Nan Province layout, all failed."
"I saw it."
Demon God Cult leader Cao Yuan, his fingertips slowly dropped, and his tone was extremely calm.
"Blood Baleful Intent Hall, that bunch of trash, and the Blood God they foolishly believe in, are a joke."
"It is reasonable for them to use their ant power to test an awakened true dragon and be defeated and destroyed."
Wei Ran frowned slightly and spoke in a deep voice.
"His strength far exceeds all our expectations."
"Blood Prison God Severing Formation has indeed suppressed his Spirit Refinement technique, but he has a terrifying trump card in his hand. He holds a top-level imperial-level Body Refinement technique."
"That is definitely not an ordinary physical body tempering, but a Taboo magical power that can directly swallow the laws of heaven and earth!"
"Oh?"
Cao Yuan Luozi's fingertips suddenly paused slightly.
He finally raised his eyes, his gaze penetrated the ancient bronze mirror and landed on Wei Ran in the distance, with some real interest in his eyes.
"A humanoid container capable of Law of Devouring?"
"It's quite interesting."
"It seems that the emperor of Xianyang has secretly provided this young man with many incredible opportunities."
"Now is not the time to explore the root cause."
Wei Ran's tone became more solemn and his expression became solemn.
"All four King Realm clones have fallen. The master of the Blood Baleful Intent Hall will never give up."
"The most fatal thing is that Su Yu has discovered that there are people behind the scenes in the state capital."
"It won't take long before he will follow the clues and find out about you and me."
"Check?"
Cao Yuan heard this, as if he had heard a big joke, and shook his head slightly.
"After all, you still can't see through the essence."
"The key to this matter has never been whether he knows how to investigate, but his existence itself."
He stretched out a withered old finger and tapped the chessboard in front of him.
"You, me, Blood Baleful Intent Hall, Northern Nether Sea Demon Race."
"The layout, planning, and foundation of all of us are based on the same core."
"We believe in gods, borrow the laws of heaven and earth, and follow the rules of the world to base our practice on."
"But Su Yu is different."
Cao Yuan's expression became extremely solemn for the first time.
"His skills and his path are never about winning within the existing rules."
"He wants to... devour the rules and eat the avenues!"
"He is the natural and mortal enemy of all our practitioners and all forces!"
The moment the words fell.
Wei Ran's pupils suddenly contracted violently, and his mind was shaken.
Only at this moment did he fully understand the underlying meaning of Cao Yuan.
Su Yu threatens, never a plan or an assassination.
It's the entire avenue system that all of them rely on to establish themselves and practice!
"Now, how should we break the situation?"
Wei Ran, who had always been calm, had a tone that was difficult to conceal for the first time.
"Killing someone by force is the lowest form of stupidity."
Cao Yuan's eyes returned to the endgame chessboard, and his tone was cold and deep.
"Since your Majesty regards Su Yu as the sharpest knife of Great Qin."
"Then we will take advantage of the situation and let this sword chop down the person the emperor is most afraid of and least wants to hurt."
"Kill someone with a borrowed knife?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.
"No."
Cao Yuan A compassionate and cruel smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
"Let him cut himself off before you."
He spoke slowly, his voice as low as a devil's whisper, and every word was heartbreaking.
"Nan Province The war continues, and the third prince Ying Zhen is already exhausted and stretched."
"What he lacks most at this moment is a peerless strong man who can turn the tide and make the final decision, a savior who can stabilize the war situation."
Wei Ran's eyes flashed and he understood instantly.
"Su Yu has just swept across Nan Province and single-handedly destroyed the four palace masters Blood Baleful Intent Hall. Their reputation is at the peak of their power and their prestige is at its peak."
"All it takes is an imperial decree to order Su Yu to take charge of Nan Province and assist the third prince in quelling the chaos, and he can be placed in the highest position."
"That's right."
Cao Yuan nodded slightly, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Then we give you a huge 'gift'."
"Create an assassination that looks like Demon Race is causing rebellion, so that the third prince, Ying Zhen, dies in Su Yu's defense zone."
"All clues and evidence point to Su Yu being a thief and collaborating with foreign enemies!"
Wei Ran I felt a biting chill, running from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and my whole body was cold.
"A Nine-Star Demon Suppression Envoy who has just accomplished extraordinary feats."
"A Great Qin prince who is highly anticipated by both the government and the public."
"One death, one life, one merit, one crime."
Cao Yuan's voice became increasingly cold and sinister.
"Who will the civil and military officials of the dynasty, the people of the world, and even the emperor who sits on the throne believe?"
"His demonic skills that shock the world and devour all things."
"This is evidence of a heinous crime that he can't defend at all and has no way of getting rid of!"
"No need for us to take action."
"The entire Great Qin's anger in the court and public opinion in the world will burn him to pieces and crush his bones into ashes!"
Wei Ran was silent for a long time.
This plan is ten thousand times more vicious than Blood Prison Grand Formation's head-on attack.
Not only does it kill people, it also kills people's hearts, destroys their reputations, and destroys their moral principles!
After a long time, he slowly uttered one word.
"Okay."
The clouds and fog in the mirror slowly dissipated, and the picture completely faded.
The dark and quiet room returns to deathly silence.
Wei Ran turned around and once again stood in front of the vast Great Qin territory star map.
His eyes passed over Nan Province's dead silence, Black Swamp, and stopped stopping.
He picked up the cinnabar imperial brush on the desk and dipped it in the richest, brightest red ink.
The tip of the pen fell sharply, heavily delineating another city on the territory.
--Sea Suppression City.