"I have got the East Emperor Bell, the West Emperor Drum, the South Emperor Spear, the North Emperor Shield, and the Zhonghuang Pen now. Bells and drums, morning bells and evening drums, spears and shields. It's a contradiction. As for that pen, I see it.

There are many pens, including the emperor's pen, the Spring and Autumn History pen, the stone tool pen, and the fate pen. There are many pens in the world, and now there is another kind of Zhonghuang pen."

Su Li's voice floated in the void, and there were several new pages of the history of civilization in his book of great avenues.

One page is the history of civilization of the pen.

In the book of the Great Dao, there are many more pens. Some pens exude the majesty of the Imperial Dao. The entire pen is cast from the sky crystal stone. Later, it is cast from the gods and gods. It is the sharpest in the world.

pen.

Some of the pens are Spring and Autumn History pens, and the sharp strokes of the pen seem to be able to kill people's hearts.

Of course, there is also the stroke of creation. With one stroke, all things come into being.

All the many pens have their own mysteries, and they compete to verify their own Tao on the Book of Dao.

Su Li suddenly stood up and looked towards the fairy world.

"I haven't been out for a long time. Let's go and have a look at the fairy world."
Chapter completed!