Chapter 1430: Joy this morning, where to go tomorrow?
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The temperature of the warm breath keeps rising, and the suffocating pressure sweeps the whole arena, comparable to the supreme presence!
But the imposing manner only lasts for a breath, and he suddenly spits out a mouthful of blood. The limbs and bones in his body seem to have been crushed by a huge mountain, and the power of the prohibition surging in his palm crazily dissipates, returning to its original position.
His legs gave way, and with a loud thud, he fell heavily to the ground.
"How is this possible?" Wen Buxing's expression was bewildered, and even Emperor Wen beside him was dumbfounded.
Unbeknownst to anyone, the demonic divine armor worn by Wen Buxing had disappeared, and when it reappeared, it had condensed onto the black-robed man's body. The armguards of the armor, originally armless, extended on the black-robed man's body, radiating a dazzling purple-gold light, resembling dragon scales.
Observatory, nine stories high.
In the cold wind blowing at night, unsuspecting people shiver uncontrollably.
Emperor Wen took the trembling hands and picked up the cup of wine, pretending to be calm.
This is the 53 degrees Feitian Moutai purchased by the Emperor's warehouse during the Tmall New Year's Festival. It has a sauce fragrance, mellow taste, endless aftertaste, it can keep warm, and it can also strengthen courage.
"Burning entrance to the throat, just like morning dew... Although the wine is good, but..." Emperor Wen drank it all, looking at the current powerful enemies, he thought to himself, "Today is joyful, but where will tomorrow be?"
The same is true for Wen Buxing. Climbing onto their bodies is a feeling of extreme horror and bone-chilling cold.
They can hardly believe that the Daoist supernatural armor, worshiped by the Daqian Dynasty for many years, is being worn by the Fourth Prince of the Dazhou Immortal Dynasty.
Why can the King Yinfu wear the Demon God Armament?
How can the King Yinfu wear the Demon God Armament?
Why does the arm armor of the armless armor extend on the King Yinfu's body?
Could it be that I was drunk and still in the palace, and everything now is just a drunken dream?
文帝狠狠掐了一下温不胜腰肢上方两寸处的赘肉。
这个位置牵着皮，又肉少，掐起来疼。
大太监温不胜眼角一抽，疼得他龇牙咧嘴，但他不吱声，忍了下去，疑惑看向皇上。
Not painful? It must be a dream! Emperor Wen took a deep breath, and everything in front of him was explained logically.
Only the elites of the Yun Clan can wear the demon god's armor. The reason why the Yin Wang of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty could wear it and extend it to his arm armor is because everything is fake!
It's all a dream!
I'm still in the great hall!
"Smack!" He slapped Wen Busheng's face, wanting to confirm if it hurt.
"Huh?" Wen Busheng looked at his cousin in confusion. He snapped out of his shock and quickly kneeled towards the Emperor Wen, understanding his intention. It seemed like he was blaming him. He hurriedly explained:
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I am also unaware of why this is happening. It must be Prince Yin using sorcery."
"Your Majesty, the urgent matter at hand is for you to escape first. I will cover for you!"
Wen Bosheng's legs were shaking, but he forcefully pushed Emperor Wen away. Emperor Wen stumbled and his back hit the edge of the stargazing platform.
Upon seeing this scene, Emperor Wen couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye, his wrinkles deepening. He shouted angrily and charged towards Prince Yin:
"Prince Yin, I may not be able to stop you, but you can forget about harming our Emperor!"
Both Emperor Wen and Prince Yinfu are well aware that even though Prince Yinfu is strong and somewhat unpredictable, he is not unreasonable. He would not harm them, and if he really intended to, I am afraid the ancestors would have intervened long ago.
Zhao Wujing coughed and sighed. In fact, the Great Qian Dynasty had treated him with courtesy today, and he didn't have much reason to complain. He never expected to receive such a precious gift from the Great Qian Dynasty.
Although both Tao Bing and he have close connections, after all, it's difficult for someone to criticize their close friends.
This made him, who suffers from social anxiety, a bit embarrassed and shy.
Emperor Wen's back hit the edge of the star-viewing platform, causing a sharp pain that made him grimace. He suddenly woke up, realizing that it was not a dream.
Wen Busheng hugged Zhao Wujian tightly and desperately exclaimed, his voice hoarse:
"Emperor, run quickly!"
But the imposing manner only lasts for a breath, and he suddenly spits out a mouthful of blood. The limbs and bones in his body seem to have been crushed by a huge mountain, and the power of the prohibition surging in his palm crazily dissipates, returning to its original position.
His legs gave way, and with a loud thud, he fell heavily to the ground.
"How is this possible?" Wen Buxing's expression was bewildered, and even Emperor Wen beside him was dumbfounded.
Unbeknownst to anyone, the demonic divine armor worn by Wen Buxing had disappeared, and when it reappeared, it had condensed onto the black-robed man's body. The armguards of the armor, originally armless, extended on the black-robed man's body, radiating a dazzling purple-gold light, resembling dragon scales.
Observatory, nine stories high.
In the cold wind blowing at night, unsuspecting people shiver uncontrollably.
Emperor Wen took the trembling hands and picked up the cup of wine, pretending to be calm.
This is the 53 degrees Feitian Moutai purchased by the Emperor's warehouse during the Tmall New Year's Festival. It has a sauce fragrance, mellow taste, endless aftertaste, it can keep warm, and it can also strengthen courage.
"Burning entrance to the throat, just like morning dew... Although the wine is good, but..." Emperor Wen drank it all, looking at the current powerful enemies, he thought to himself, "Today is joyful, but where will tomorrow be?"
The same is true for Wen Buxing. Climbing onto their bodies is a feeling of extreme horror and bone-chilling cold.
They can hardly believe that the Daoist supernatural armor, worshiped by the Daqian Dynasty for many years, is being worn by the Fourth Prince of the Dazhou Immortal Dynasty.
Why can the King Yinfu wear the Demon God Armament?
How can the King Yinfu wear the Demon God Armament?
Why does the arm armor of the armless armor extend on the King Yinfu's body?
Could it be that I was drunk and still in the palace, and everything now is just a drunken dream?
文帝狠狠掐了一下温不胜腰肢上方两寸处的赘肉。
这个位置牵着皮，又肉少，掐起来疼。
大太监温不胜眼角一抽，疼得他龇牙咧嘴，但他不吱声，忍了下去，疑惑看向皇上。
Not painful? It must be a dream! Emperor Wen took a deep breath, and everything in front of him was explained logically.
Only the elites of the Yun Clan can wear the demon god's armor. The reason why the Yin Wang of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty could wear it and extend it to his arm armor is because everything is fake!
It's all a dream!
I'm still in the great hall!
"Smack!" He slapped Wen Busheng's face, wanting to confirm if it hurt.
"Huh?" Wen Busheng looked at his cousin in confusion. He snapped out of his shock and quickly kneeled towards the Emperor Wen, understanding his intention. It seemed like he was blaming him. He hurriedly explained:
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I am also unaware of why this is happening. It must be Prince Yin using sorcery."
"Your Majesty, the urgent matter at hand is for you to escape first. I will cover for you!"
Wen Bosheng's legs were shaking, but he forcefully pushed Emperor Wen away. Emperor Wen stumbled and his back hit the edge of the stargazing platform.
Upon seeing this scene, Emperor Wen couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye, his wrinkles deepening. He shouted angrily and charged towards Prince Yin:
"Prince Yin, I may not be able to stop you, but you can forget about harming our Emperor!"
Both Emperor Wen and Prince Yinfu are well aware that even though Prince Yinfu is strong and somewhat unpredictable, he is not unreasonable. He would not harm them, and if he really intended to, I am afraid the ancestors would have intervened long ago.
Zhao Wujing coughed and sighed. In fact, the Great Qian Dynasty had treated him with courtesy today, and he didn't have much reason to complain. He never expected to receive such a precious gift from the Great Qian Dynasty.
Although both Tao Bing and he have close connections, after all, it's difficult for someone to criticize their close friends.
This made him, who suffers from social anxiety, a bit embarrassed and shy.
Emperor Wen's back hit the edge of the star-viewing platform, causing a sharp pain that made him grimace. He suddenly woke up, realizing that it was not a dream.
Wen Busheng hugged Zhao Wujian tightly and desperately exclaimed, his voice hoarse:
"Emperor, run quickly!"