"It's blasphemy and it's also a shortcut."
The voice of the Fifth Palace Master suddenly became extremely bewitching.
"Your Highness, imagine this. A Blood Demon Monarch that only obeys your orders and possesses some of the power of the Emperor Realm descends on Sea Suppression City."
"Su Yu, what to block?"
"His proud body is just a slightly tougher ration in front of the king."
"His so-called field is a joke in front of the real Law of the Imperial Dao!"
"Killing him is easy!"
"What happens after you kill him? This Blood Demon Monarch is the sharpest knife in your hand."
"What about Meng Kuo's million-strong army? In the hinterland of Great Qin, with such an invincible weapon running amok, can they still defend the Nan Province border?"
Nie Wuya on the side saw this, immediately stood up with a folding fan, and quickly opened his mouth to smooth things over.
"Second Prince, although what the Lord of the Fifth Palace said may not be pleasant to listen to, every word is true, and it is the best idea for the overall situation!"
"The overall situation is of paramount importance! General Jiao Tu's bloody feud and the sacrifice of tens of thousands of soldiers. If Su Yu and Great Qin cannot be made to pay a hundred and a thousand times the price, how can they rest in peace?"
"The big picture..."
"The price..."
Jiao Hua Yao Qi, who was violently raging around him, was strangely stagnant at this moment.
He clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles made "crunching" sounds due to the extreme exertion.
In his mind, positive and negative thoughts were tugging wildly.
On one side is the glory of the Northern Nether Sea clan and the last dignity of the soldiers who died in battle.
On the other side, there is the miserable look of Jiao Tu being tortured alive, Su Yu's extremely indifferent profile, and that extremely humiliating question.
The poisonous flame of hatred finally burned through his remaining sanity.
"Father... the child has no choice."
After a long time.
Jiao Hua slowly released his tightly clenched fists.
He slowly sat down. The originally luxurious throne had long been turned into ashes, and he could only sit among the ruins scattered on the ground.
The violent force Yao Qi in the palace that could tear apart the space all faded away like a tide and completely merged into his body.
There was no trace of struggle or hesitation on his face.
All that remains is a heart-stopping, deathly cold calm.
"Okay."
He only uttered one word.
Hearing this reply, Nie Wuya secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The fifth hall master let out a satisfied chuckle that sounded like the cry of a night owl.
Jiao Hua ignored the two of them.
He slowly raised his head, his dark golden vertical pupils penetrated the dome of the palace, looking into the distance at the blood-soaked battlefield.
His voice was cold and hoarse, without any emotion, and resounded throughout the underwater palace.
"Give me orders."
"Bring back all the corpses of all the soldiers who died in battle!"
"No one... can't be missing."
He slowly stood up and glanced at the horrified Crab General in the hall, as well as Nie Wuya and the five hall masters with different expressions.
A twisted and sinister smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I, the prince, will hold an unprecedented grand funeral for all the heroes of my Northern Nether Sea."
South of Nan Province, above the sea.
A solitary black island pierces the blue sea like ferocious fangs.
This place was once the nest of the Northern Nether Sea patrolling yaksha. The rocks were soaked in seawater all year round and filled with a strong fishy smell.
At this moment, the entire island was completely silent.
The sea breeze blew, and the dark red blood stains in the crevices of the rocks had long since solidified quietly.
Su Yu sat cross-legged on the boulder on the top of the island, with his eyes closed.
There was no spiritual energy fluctuation in his body, his breathing was so weak that it was almost undetectable, and his whole body seemed to be integrated with the cold reef.
But inside his body, there was a completely different violent scene.
Jiao Tu The majestic Qi and blood of King Realm Eighth Level, as well as the extremely pure origin of Flood Dragon Bloodline, turned into a mighty and violent torrent of dark golden energy, rushing wildly between his limbs, bones, meridians and bones.
With such majestic and terrifying power, if it were an ordinary King Realm junior monk, he would be stretched to the point of exploding to death in an instant.
But under the extremely domineering suppression of "Eternal Devil Prison Dragon God Body".
This violent torrent is like a ferocious beast that has been completely tamed.
Every wash and flow is deeply tempering and reshaping Su Yu's physical muscles, bones and skin.
"There are too many impurities, but the core dragon blood source is indeed a great tonic."
Su Yu's mind is calm, and he calmly and accurately guides this huge force, washing every inch of his body over and over again.
The tide rises and falls, and the sea breeze never ceases.
Time passes quietly.
I don't know how long it took.
Boom!
A deep and thick sound, like the loud beating of ancient Gods and Devils's heart, came from Su Yu's body!
The sound was not deafening, but it carried the ultimate vastness and majesty, causing the vast sea surface with a radius of hundreds of miles to suddenly sink an inch!
Su Yu Behind him, the phantom of the Dark Throne, which was condensed from the eternal darkness, suddenly appeared without warning.
This time, the throne is more solid and domineering than ever before.
The purple-black magic pattern wrapped around the throne flows slowly as if it is alive, exuding a terrifying aura that swallows up the world and suppresses all things.
An extreme physical coercion that far exceeded the previous one suddenly awakened from Su Yu's body and swept across all directions!
He slowly opened his eyes.
In the dark and deep eyes, there seemed to be stars rising and dying, and all phenomena reincarnating, vast and unpredictable.
He lowered his head and gently clenched his fists.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no overflowing aura.
There is only a pure sense of absolute power that can firmly control the entire space in the palm of your hand.
"Body Refinement cultivation level, officially enter King Realm Third Level!"
Body Refinement King Realm, every level crossed is not just a simple increase in strength.
It is also a subtle leap in the monk's life level.
Su Yu can clearly feel that his resistance to the law and the efficiency of his body in absorbing and transforming energy have increased several times.
"Absorbing King Realm Eighth Level Jiao Tu's energy is only enough to break through the first level."
"The top imperial level skills are indeed bottomless pits."
Su Yu Stand up slowly and stretch your muscles.
The bones all over the body erupted in a series of crisp and clear explosions.
He did not leave immediately, but stood on the top of the reef with his hands behind his hands, facing the salty sea breeze, and began to sort out all the memory fragments stripped from Wuyin's soul.
Blood Baleful Intent Hall, Demon God Cult, Northern Nether Sea.
After all, these forces are just pawns on the surface.
Countless broken images flashed across his consciousness.
In the end, it settled on a top-secret meeting that was extremely secretive and completely shrouded in blood mist and dark evil energy.
Two ancient, cold, Taboo names clearly appeared in Su Yu's mind.
Blood Race.
Devil Race.
"Interesting, this pool of water is deeper than I expected."
Su Yu's mouth curved into a cold and playful arc.
If ordinary monks knew that these Taboo races, which had been expelled from this world and completely banned since the time of the First Emperor, were actually secretly infiltrating Great Qin and creating troubled times.
You will definitely feel trembling and frightened.
But for Su Yu.
In this boring chess game, two opponents finally appeared who were worthy of his serious attention.
The stronger the prey.
This hunt is interesting enough.