Faced with Wei Hanyuan's questioning, Cao Jinyu just stretched out his finger and pointed it lightly, and the cold ice coffin weathered and opened, revealing the dull and opium flame inside.

"Mr. Wei does not need to be excited. His eyes were only illusions and had not moved their skills. This governor just wanted to hear the truth. If this little brother's answer at this time was the same as before, then this governor turned around and left!"

The most powerful man from the Cao family of the Beast Control Sect was able to put down his figure and explain to Wei Hanyuan that in addition to giving Wu Shengshan a face, he also recognized the great arbitrator.

It can be seen that he used illusions in the field, and even several people predicted it, but Wei Hanyuan was the first to stop him.

Others have more or less concerns, such as their own identity and the gap in their cultivation.

This kind of judging the situation may be smart in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of Cao Jinyu, who has set foot on the other side, this kind of wise will make them hundreds and thousands of times more difficult on the road to becoming kings.

Only by fully accepting yourself can you reach the other side. From the current perspective, this is the master who is most likely to break through in this game.

Cao Jinyu can still show some respect for the future king.

Wei Hanyuan, who accepted the explanation from Governor Cao, moved his body away and let the young man who was infected with the illusion come out.

After smiling and nodding to thank the old man in blue, Cao Jinyu asked the young man with a dull expression: "Where is the origin of the Pang Family?"

"Ancient Han Family."

"Why change your surname?"

"The enemy is powerful."

"What is the purpose of worshiping the Baicao Immortal Palace?"

"Learn pharmacology, medical classics, and..."

The opium's expression suddenly became very painful, as if it had been severely damaged by some emotion, covering her chest with her hands and her facial features were wrinkled tightly.

Everyone couldn't help but turn their attention to Cao Jinyu, thinking that this person had used some other means.

Cao Jinyu knew in his heart that the time of the magic was too short just now, and it was really difficult to completely control a warrior in the fierce realm.

To put it bluntly, illusion is a technique that uses spiritual power to influence the sea of ​​consciousness and creates illusions. The wonderful illusion can make you feel extremely real.

Whether it is time and space, or the perception of eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind is so real, but it does not mean there are no flaws.

Because the most important condition for sagging is to keep the sea of ​​consciousness active, and people who are completely unconscious or have no way to suffer illusions. Therefore, people who are involved in illusions are awake to a certain extent, and this purity is the capital for resistance.

The reason why illusion has such a great reputation for ten thousand years is that this illusion is extremely stubborn and has been subjected to the art for a very long time.

With Cao Jinyu's cultivation level, even some martial artists who have become famous for a long time cannot resist and will only sink into it. However, the young man who has just entered the evil realm can resist so violently that he even has to break free from the illusion.

Although Wei Hanyuan's contribution to this, it also shows that this son is extremely talented and has a strong mind. No wonder he can surpass the disciples of various sects in Longzhou to win the first place.

But this is far from enough.

Cao Jinyu's pupils turned into vortex again, stabilizing the illusion that was on the verge of breaking, and controlling the opium flame again.

Put down his hands covering his chest, and the young man smiled relievedly.

Taking into account the topic just now, Cao Jinyu continued: "Now that the Han family has been restored successfully and has returned to the top of Zhongzhou Holy Land. How does the Poor King plan to deal with the remnants of the three realms of the holy land?"

Cao Jinyu, who compiled another illusion, pulled the Ogre into another timeline, allowing him to see the picture he longed for the most in his heart.

At that time, Yingyan had become a powerful man at the level of the Saint King. He led the Ying clan to defeat the Three Realms Holy Land and was honored as the highest holy lord of the Han clan.

At this moment, the scene was sitting on the throne of the Broken Divine Court, the Holy King Pangyan with blood in the holy armor was looking down at the dense captives of the Three Realms Holy Lands.

There are disciples of An's family with blood and broken wings, monks from the Buddha's kingdom with broken golden bodies, and beast envoys from the Cao family whose soul beasts have died.

They were defeated and all knelt under the seat of Pangyan, waiting for his hair to fall like fish on the chopping board.

The humiliation of a thousand years was finally wiped out, and the name of Han resounded throughout Xihe Cangqiong.

So, how should this saint deal with the remnants of these holy lands in the three realms?

On the main peak platform on the example, the young opium frowned and pondered.

The master of Wusheng Mountain around him stared at him with his eyes fixed on his breath, as if he was more solemn than the person who made the decision.

After a long time, the brows stretched out, as if the real saint king said in a deep voice: "Thousands of years ago, Han Sheng entered Long Island to fight against the Dragon King, but was betrayed by the An family and destroyed the clan territory. Over the past thousand years, the clan changed its name and surname so that one day, he could get back his former glory and pay back the humiliation he suffered over the years to these despicable people!"

"Now my clan has returned to the top of Zhongzhou, but this war has also left Zhongzhou with thousands of miles of land and people living in poverty. It is time to stop this endless hatred and killing!"

When everyone in Bifangshan heard this, they all breathed a sigh of relief, especially the masters of the Bu family and the owner of Bifangshan, with a smile on their faces.

When will the revenge be repaid? Let hatred grow freely will only create an endless cycle of killing. Only the true wise men can take them out of this endless tragedy.

When Puffin is in power, he can curb his revenge and stop the great revenge between the Three Realms Holy Land and the Han clan, which is undoubtedly the best ending.

After all, a thousand years ago, the Three Realms Holy Land was indeed ashamed of Han. What I asked in the dream of Pangyan today was just to return to Zhongzhou and restore the surname. What is the exaggeration of this?

Just when everyone thought that the Puffy, who had a difficult victory in the Great War, would order to treat the captives of the Three Realms Holy Lands and rebuild the order in Zhongzhou.

I heard the young man's words turn, and his expression suddenly became cold and he ordered: "Transfer the order of this saint to kill all prisoners of war in the Three Realms Holy Land on the spot, kill all relatives, Buddhist sutras, beast control techniques, and Divine Court Yici were all burned and listed as forbidden techniques!"

"The evil forces are eliminated and the immortals are killed to form 36 tours to search for the Buddha's kingdom, the divine court, and the spiritual world where the remnants of the Beast Control Sect hide, and will never give you a chance to breathe!"

With the young man's two resolute holy orders exits, the main peak of Bifang Mountain was so quiet that the needle fell to him. Even the two disciples of the Hundred Grass Immortal Palace who escorted the Pangyan over were ugly and terrifying, let alone the others.

Now you all understand why this governor has made such a big deal.

Cao Jinyu didn't say anything, but his eyes were understood by everyone.
Chapter completed!