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The biting cold wind blew the sand and ice all over his face. Even with Chen Sanqiu's strength, he still felt waves of pain.

These ice sand couldn't even be called ice sand. They were simply miniature divine artifacts that were indestructible.

"Master, Ice Beauty Zi Yun's territory is up ahead." The little ghost hid on Chen Sanqiu's shoulder and whispered to Chen Sanqiu