In the imperceptible land, in the wasteland of the rift in time and space, and in the place where the underlying rules are entrenched, a powerful will roars away. Powerful regular ripples swept through the waves like a violent wind, wave after wave of continuous impact on the edge of the space-time crystal wall, casting this place like a spider web of dense fragments, and the dismal liquid like red plasma seeped out of the middle wall, and the crystal wall was repaired again in the next moment.

This is the dojo of Emperor Qin's original rules, and there is the embodiment of his will everywhere. At this time, this kind of wanton destruction is actually tantamount to smashing the pots and pans in one's own house when a person is angry, and it has no actual deterrent effect except to vent his inner emotions and actual weakness.

However, Fu Jian couldn't help but be angry, and at that moment, he clearly felt the loss of his origin rules.

Even epic historical figures can't actually protect their rules from any loss, and proper buffs and circulation are inevitable processes. But this time was different, Fu Jian could even feel that his original origin rule, which was only one step away from the historical legend, had become precarious in an instant, and even reached the point where he was about to fall into the historical epic, how could this not make him shocked and angry.

As the price of the loss of power, the edge of the Origin Dojo has begun to crumble, and the time and space where many rules have been embodied will also crumble back into pieces. Even if you don't take the initiative to destroy it, it won't be long before it will turn into nothingness. Long-term efforts seem to be a joke, and in the most practical place of the bottom barriers, one's own position will be greatly affected by it.

"Who the hell dares to steal my rules!" Fu Jian paced back and forth on the huge throne, and the doubts in his heart grew stronger and stronger. He knew which plot world had gone wrong, but the Heavenly Dao Will of that plot world not only decisively rejected his arrival, but even blurred all the information there by the law of imbuing the divine power with great power. The only thing he could feel was the unwilling roar and unyielding will of his most important doppelganger.

"Your Majesty, the process is no longer important at the moment, and solving the troubles that arise is the key." A man in a green robe walked in with a wry smile. He obviously has a very high level of authority here, and he should be one of Fu Jian's most trusted people.

"Trouble?" Fu Jian turned his head, saw the familiar smile on his familiar face, and felt inexplicably relieved, and then roared loudly again, "What trouble? ”

"It's nothing more than the Murong Clan, the Tuoba Clan and the like." The smile on the man's face did not decrease, and he also brushed his sleeve by the way, and then said lightly. He himself is also a historical epic, and he is quite entangled with Fu Jian's rules, and the dojo he built is also closely connected with Fu Jian.

"How dare they?!" Fu Jian's anger seemed to have found an outlet, and his huge figure accompanied his majestic figure resounded almost everywhere here. It is a pity that no one corresponds to his majesty. The historical figures in the dojo who were attached to him all bowed their heads at this time.

This is a rule unique to an imperial historical figure, and it belongs to the awe-inspiring and inviolable side of the emperor.

"The most familiar with Your Majesty, apart from me, is probably the only ones who have broken through to these old enemies of yours." The man in the robe sighed, then said, "I have agreed to give up one-third of the rules and reached a temporary agreement with them. ”

"One-third of the rule authority?" Fu Jian was shocked, looking at his closest companion in almost disbelief. The regression was beyond his imagination. Even if the heavy loss this time is almost unacceptable, having a founding emperor directly cede such a large amount of rule authority is already equivalent to groveling and enduring humiliation.

"We've lost more than we thought we'd like." For his question, the man in the Confucian robe has always taken the trouble to explain every detail inside, "In that most important plot world, we have lost two years of national fortune, and the impact itself will not be too great, it is nothing more than the loss of some scattered rules." But for some reason, this point was actually projected into all other plot worlds at the same time, and because of this unknown reason, the Qin State in all plot worlds was weakened! ”

"The rules of the royal family that you left me to refine are also missing, and they are no longer historical epic troops." Fu Jian felt it a little, but what he felt was another aspect.

"That's not the point, maybe we should rethink what the whole thing means." The man in the Confucian robe seemed to be lost in thought, and did not hear Fu Jian's next words. This loss has broken the muscles and bones, and retreating to the point where it is impossible to retreat at this time is also a strategy in itself - when the weakened Fu Jian can no longer have any benefits, the part of the benefits handed over can cause disputes among the relevant forces.

"You can't be wrong." Fu Jian was silent for a moment, and then accepted this seemingly extremely humiliating result. It was as if some barrier had been broken, and a strong self-confidence had returned to him. He has once again become the most excited and energetic partner in the eyes of the other party.

Looking at the other party's eyes, Fu Jian said in a deep and firm voice, "Because you are Wang Jingluo, this is enough!" ”

can be so deeply entangled with Fu Jian's rules, naturally only "Guanzhong Liangxiang" Wang Meng and Wang Jingluo. The relationship between them may be closer than that of ordinary fathers and sons.

"Maybe that's enough." Wang Meng set his gaze on the far edge, where a rule that isolated them from their power of detection never lingered, which cast a cloud over his heart.

"What kind of force is this? You can't be recognized, you can't be controlled. Who the hell would dare to unleash such a demon? If this is just the beginning and not the result, then ......" is actually thinking farther than Fu Jian's simplicity and directness. At this time, the concession may not only be about throwing a piece of cake. What's more, perhaps, lies in this kind of subconscious self-preservation in the face of the unknown.

This matter can't be thought about carefully, because Wang Meng vaguely feels that a great terror is slowly enveloping him, and he still has an inexplicable feeling that all this seems to be a foregone conclusion.

"I also lost a horse! It is the horse of the reins of righteousness. I didn't expect Hua Xiaoxiao to follow me for so long, just like this......" Fu Jian obviously didn't think so deeply, his words seemed to float into the air, and these chattering words did not affect Wang Meng. On the contrary, after a while, he also followed Wang Meng's gaze into the distance and fell into silence together.

The time for great change may be coming.

PS: An allusion, in the author's words.