C139 One of the Ten Great Disciples of the Demonic Sect

The verdant mountains were overlapping, like the rolling waves on the sea, surging up and down with grandeur and grandeur.

The hazy distant mountain was shrouded in a layer of gauze, and was filled with shadows.

He moved closer and closer in the ethereal clouds, as if he was writing a few lines of light ink, smearing them on the blue horizon.

Mountains had their own majesty and elegance