The high places are cold, the wind is hunting, the cloth is churning like thick clouds, and there is a tendency for the four seas to churn.

Lu Anran walked up to the last level of Dengxiantai and stood still, the sun just broke through the clouds, and thousands of golden rays sprinkled down, and the emptiness of her body made her dizzy uncomfortably, raising her eyes to face to face with Wuji Tianzun, and the sweat on her forehead let the sea breeze blow away, from her back to her chest, emitting a heart-penetrating coolness.

The face of Wuji Tianzun in front of him was old and without beard, and his eyes were gloomy, without the kind of fairy wind bones that he looked at underneath.

As far as the eye can see, the blue sea is surging not far away, and there is no edge to be seen at all, and their island is in the middle of the sea, like a drop in the ocean, with a kind of ethereal and independent heritage......

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