In the dark and dull sky prison cell, Luo Jing slowly opened his eyes.

What caught my eye was the familiar cell walls.

The air is filled with the faint smell of dampness, and the evil spirit that is difficult to dispel.

It has been more than a few months in the sky prison, and the time seems to have passed very quickly from the bitter cold winter to the present day when the grass grows and the warbler is flying.

Luo Jing tried his best to cultivate, and wanted to cultivate to the Void Realm as soon as possible.

But now it's calling the realm of the gods

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