As soon as the breath sinks out, Cang Lan closes his eyes and sets off, it’s really cold and hot. Like two snakes, it spreads through his arms, and the cinnabar marks on his forehead and heart gradually shine, and the blood mans.
He didn’t open his eyes and hold the golden gourd. As soon as he threw it, the little gourd was humming and spinning, hanging over Jiang’s sorrow, and his body was destroyed. The strong suction and qi pushed to the