C1287 The Witty Pauper Saint

Boundless clouds and mist roiled and rose, condensing into a mountain range of mountains.

As far as the eye could see, there were no less than a thousand mountains.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Those mountains descended from the sky and smashed ruthlessly towards Gu Xuan.

Compared to these mountains, Gu Xuan's body was extremely small.

However, there was no change in Gu Xuan's expression