Lu Hen Ge raised his eyebrows.
Good job!
This pen is really useful.
Can't help it.
Lu Hen Ge was thinking about a problem.
The Imperial Pen is just an innate magic weapon made from the fragments of the Bu Tian Stone. What would it look like if the complete Bu Tian Stone was refined into a magic weapon?
Lu Hen Ge shook his head.
This idea is unrealistic.
The Bu Tian Stone was used to repair the sky long ago, and now the Bu Tian Stone left in different places are just scattered fragments.
It is already a blessing to be able to obtain the imperial calligraphy.
To expect more would be wishful thinking.
Lu Hen Ge no longer hesitated and rushed into the space crack. His eyes went dark, and then the smell of corruption around him quickly dissipated, replaced by a thick smell of death.
There is a difference between the smell of death and the smell of corruption.
at least.
Lu Hen Ge prefers a more dead air.
Returning to the underworld, Lu Hen Ge stood at the beginning of the Yellow Springs Road. Nothing seemed to have changed around him. "It seems nothing has happened in the underworld."
Lu Hen Ge walked quickly along the Yellow Springs Road. The deathly aura and the Taoist charm on Lu Hen Ge's body formed a strange echo. Wherever he walked, patches of tender green grass grew on the Yellow Springs Road.
What is even more amazing is that the green grass that represents vitality actually uses the surrounding dead air as nutrients and continues to thrive.
Life feeds on death.
An extremely rare scene!
only.
Lu Hen Ge didn't care about these things.
soon.
Lu Hen Ge walked to the end of the Yellow Springs Road. In front of him was the bridgehead of Naihe Bridge, and in his ears he could hear the sound of the surging Wangchuan River.
At the head of Naihe Bridge, there stood a man.
Lu Hen Ge's eyes narrowed slightly.
This person looks familiar.
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