Even in the palace.

In the illusory light curtain, there was a man in a suit, with excitement on his face: "Dear compatriots in the Tianlong Kingdom, at this moment, a big incident happened!"

As the man finished speaking, the picture immediately changed.

Qiu Yuxuan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at it, it was the battlefield.

The soldiers on the battlefield were soaked in blood and the armor they wore belonged to southern Xinjiang.

The enemy is a burly and sturdy soldier.

At this time, the city was more than half destroyed.

The picture finally freezes a young and resolute face.

"Latest battlefield news! Chen Mo, the commander of the Southern Xinjiang, ruled five million Southern Xinjiang troops. Today, on December 17, 212, Tianlong Calendar, captured the vast capital! The twelve generals who died were killed and killed, General Yun Xin even planned to mobilize the three armies..."

King of Southern Xinjiang...Chen Mo?

Qiu Yuxuan tilted his head and looked at the young man named Chen Mo, who looked twenty-two or three years old.

In a trance, I seemed to see Xu Mutian back then.

When he was young, he was a hero and was appointed as a king and killed Zhengnan.

"No, he was two or three years earlier than Xu Mutian..."
Chapter completed!