haokong's words of resentment, hatred and excitement resonated in Lu Chen's heart. Hearing haokong's words, Lu Chen felt that Qi and blood in his inner organs were roaring like the sea, as if he had put ten thousand horses in a boundless green plain.

"cast God... What a master's mind is this. It's frightening enough to think about it alone. "

haokong took back his finger pointing to the sky, and said, "unfortunately, our Lord's success is on the verge of failure. Taipan and other people secretly calculated that the Shenxiao hall and 180000 good hands in killing the lonely city were all killed. Our Lord deplored the Ministry's efforts...