[Teached by spiritual qi, it can accommodate all things in the void. People and animals will lose their strength when they enter, water will not stay, and fire will not burn...]

【Status: Warmth】

【Ling Qi: 1951/48693】

"Medium-grade magic weapon!"

Yang Yu's eyes lit up.

The upper limit of the lower-level magic weapon is nine thousand strands of spiritual qi. For example, the upper limit of the warmth of his golden dragon scissor is nine hundred strands, and the upper limit of the warmth of this human race bag is nearly fifty thousand!

After a shock, the next thought was.

"That Emperor Qianheng is a bit wasteful, but he has wasted such treasures..."

Yu Yang shook his head in his heart.

Based on the power of the Golden Dragon Scissor, it can accommodate nearly 50,000 strands of spiritual qi. Its power is so powerful that even the Martial Saint will retreat.

But he was beaten so hard that he had no power to fight back...

[There are two thousand three hundred and twenty-one people in the inner world, one hundred and forty-three horses, more than 74.3 million kilograms of gold, silver and iron, and 38.4 million shi of food and grass…]

What is a rich man?

After glanced at the list of things stored inside, Yang Yu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The wealth of the entire Northwest Dao was probably not as good as the one contained in this bag!

It’s okay to have gold and silver, but it’s 38 million stones of food with you. This is used on the battlefield, which is simply terrifying!

The rations for a million troops for three or four years were put in this palm-sized cloth bag!

It's so scary!

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...

The mysterious armor ended, the overlord died, the Tianlang broke through the pass, and the emperor was captured!

A series of news, like the most violent hurricane in the world, swept across the entire world and the temple at an unexpected speed.

Not only the Ming Dynasty, the two countries outside the Great Wall, and overseas archipelago, all those who closely followed the war had learned about this news as time went by.

There was a surging undercurrent for a moment, and even the stupidest person could already smell the scent of the storm.

The Tao of the Ten Thousand Dragons, the Capital of Gods, and the stars are everywhere in the sky.

In the night, the city was silent, but the lights swayed on the flower buildings, accompanied by the serene and fragrant powder.

In a certain room, a lazy young man crawled out of the pile of powder and leaned against the window to overlook the city.

His eyesight was very good, he could see the firelight rising in the imperial city, and he could hear the faint shouts of killing.

“It doesn’t seem to be very right…”

Feeling the unusual aura, Yu Liu felt a little uneasy, and couldn't help but fiddle with his fingers and muttering something in his mouth.

"No, no. The imperial city caught fire and the earth dragon ascended to heaven. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so fast, so early..."

The more he fiddled with his fingers, the more he became more uneasy, and in the end, his eyebrows were twisted into twists:
Chapter completed!