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0960: Cardamom to save the heart(2/2)

"The Lord is righteous, the Lord is a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"

He turned around slowly, revealing a majestic and square face that made his heart tremble as if thunder shattered his soul. He looked at the direction of the Jinluan Palace and said in a deep voice, "A thousand years is not enough, it is far from enough. Long live! Long live! That's it!"

This prince deserves it!"

Torn and burning pain was born in his soul. He wanted to break free, but all five elements were lost, as if he was falling, falling, falling in mid-air!

The scene turned, and he came to a rainy night. The messy and crazy rain struck him like a whip, on his face, and penetrated into his neck, icing his hot-blooded chest. His veins popped out, facing the thunder and lightning.

The sky looks up to the sky and screams in sorrow!

"Su Xin! I must! I must save you!"

The environment changed again, and all the pictures were broken. A long sword full of bloody smell stood in a blood pool full of blood, buzzing and trembling. A man covered in blood was lying in the blood pool, with shriveled flesh and blood all around his body.

Withered bones, the scene is weird and tragic.

Buzz—!

Jiang Dali frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and grabbed the hilt of the Heavenly Wrath Sword, which was buzzing and trembling from behind, making a sound as it collided with Dali's Fire Lindao. He looked at Su Xin, whose pale face was gradually turning rosy, with strange eyes, and his sharp eyes even seemed to shine through directly.

From the center of his eyebrows, he could see the mental concentration gradually growing in his brain, and sense the fluctuations of his increasingly active thinking.

But at this time, why did the Wrath of Heaven begin to buzz and tremble? It was as if it was trembling with excitement as if to welcome its master?

"ah!!"

"emperor!"

"emperor!"

Suddenly there was a cry of panic from behind.

Jiang Dali was startled, turned around suddenly, and looked at Zhu Yunwen who suddenly changed on the dragon chair.

I saw his expression was crazy and confused, his eyes were red and he was struggling, his face was painful and sorrowful, he let out a loud roar, and a burst of energy exploded from his body and blasted away a group of imperial guards. The dragon robe on his body was shattered inch by inch, revealing the inner armor and skin.

He has a very majestic figure, his hands are spread out, and his feet are on black steps, standing out from the crowd...

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Chapter completed!
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