early morning

The North Stygian Sea is cold, the goose feathers and heavy snow do not stop, and the vast land and mountains are white.

The immeasurable three Immortal Emperors, who came from afar, surrounded a small pool.

Only the abbot left and right, like a small mud puddle, not wrapped in ice.

The short Xuanwu Ancestor sat cross-legged in it, with black clothes and black hair closing his eyes and meditating.

Whew......

The crisp snoring sound resounded on the bank of the Tianchi, and there was no change in the face of the attack of the three immortal emperors

Chapter 151 of "The Immeasurable Fierce Tiger of the Flood Desolation Human Race" Xuanwu Ancestor is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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