After Lin Hu's coercion and temptation, the Ninth Master finally agreed to Lin Hu for him to drive temporarily.

In fact, Lin Hu promised that after the completion of "The Legend of the White Snake", the proportion of merit assigned to it would be half more than the original.

To say, Jiu Ye, as a magic pen with a forced grid, uh, is a pen grid, has always let it take advantage of Lin Hu like this, and it is not very willing.

After agreeing to the deal with Lin Hu, in addition to absorbing merit in the future, it can feel at ease, and more importantly, it also wants to see why the novels of this era are different from those of its time.

Of course, before Lin Hu put down the pen, this somewhat arrogant pen also hurriedly skimmed through the original manuscript written by Lin Hu before.

"Heavenly Court, a very familiar name!"

"Hmm, what are you talking about?" Feeling the fluctuation of the divine soul from the Ninth Master, Lin Hu asked with some curiosity.

"It's nothing, hey, why don't I remember that there is a Yao Pond in Heavenly Court?

"Well, I guess there is!"

The words of the Ninth Master made Lin Hu a little speechless, how did he know if there was an institution like Yaochi in the Heavenly Court of this world, if the Heavenly Emperor was not a bachelor, how could the Heavenly Court have a similar existence!

"Looks like I've been asleep for too long, and I've lost a lot of memory!"

"Also, when did the underworld have more black and white impermanence, why do I have no influence at all, is it that the underworld has fallen to such a point that even a mortal soul has to send someone to collect ......"

"Wait, who is that Guanyin master, it sounds a little like a bald donkey's family, yes, it should be them, these bald donkeys are the most demagogic, they look merciful on the surface, but in fact, the thieves are broken......"

As the saying goes, there is no love without a reason in the world, and there is no hate without a reason.

Lin Hu watched the Ninth Master tirelessly slander the Buddha Gate, and at the same time he was amazed at its origin. I am also very sure that it has suffered losses at the hands of a certain Buddhist family before, otherwise how could it hate Buddhism so much?

However, listening to its tone, it doesn't seem to have much hatred, just a little unpleasant!

"Alright. Say enough, say enough, let's get started!"

Hearing this, the ninth master, who had finished venting, also said that he was ready, so he let Lin Hu hold his pen.

After the posture is straight. Lin Hu continued to write where he had not finished last time: "After the hell soul is sought, the truth will be made with the fake, and this unexpected turmoil has finally passed......

"Boom!"

As soon as he put pen to paper, Lin Hu once again felt the strong pressure from the underworld, and when his ears were a little deafening, suddenly, the Ninth Master in his hand also shot out a golden light.

"Aang!"

I saw that after the god escaped, it immediately turned into a golden dragon with an incomparable divine horse, and the dragon only stopped in the void for a while, and then coiled around Lin Hu.

Although it is a bit vulgar, it has to be said. With the Divine Dragon Protector, the pressure on Lin Hu's body was really reduced a lot.

If Lin Hu paid attention to the Nine Masters in his hand now, he would find that the very eye-catching dragon-shaped carving on the pen body had disappeared.

But obviously, how could Lin Hu, who had seen a sudden decrease in pressure, notice anything else, that is, in this instant, Lin Hu's writing speed reached a terrifying speed of more than 30,000 words per hour, although this efficiency was only more than half of his highest record, but it was enough for those online writers in his previous life. For example, I, the author of this book, am ashamed of myself.

At this moment, an incomparably majestic. A steady voice appeared in Lin Hu's ears: "It's okay, let this emperor see what is going on in this world!"

"Whew!"

In a trance, Lin Hu, who was writing rapidly, suddenly stopped, although his body was still in place, his consciousness no longer knew where he had fled.

"Boom!"

What catches your eye is a very strange world. It was as if in the chaos of being wrapped in a "big net", the big net was hidden in the gray air current, occasionally revealing a little corner line, all of which were entangled with red lightning that frightened Lin Hu.

Lin Hu seems to have some images of this place, as if he came here when Tieji in Qishan Town finished writing "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", what's going on, where is this place?

Although he is very curious about this place, curiosity kills cats, and Lin Hu is not to the point of satisfying his curiosity with his life.

He had a premonition that if he was struck by that red lightning, he would definitely be wiped out and die no more.

To say, Lin Hu is indeed full of vigilance about this place in his heart, but when he doesn't know how to leave, he can only take one step at a time.

After making sure that the red lightning looming around him could not hurt him temporarily, Lin Hu, who was helpless, finally got out of place.

After walking unconsciously for more than half an hour, suddenly, a huge sphere wrapped in endless chaotic aura, exuding an indescribable mysterious aura, appeared in front of his eyes.

Around the sphere, there were dozens of strangely dressed figures, both male and female, each of whom exuded an aura of "Dao", because they were surrounded by a gray mist, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

"It's ......"

was surprised, suddenly, inexplicable feelings emerged in Lin Hu's heart, these feelings are all questions he usually accumulates, some are cultivation, some are martial arts, and some are in the world, and even the iron-striking technology learned a few years ago seems to have been solved.

Suddenly, Lin Hu's heart was pleasantly surprised, he had a hunch that if he digested and absorbed all these insights, he would definitely be able to raise his realm at the moment to an extremely amazing realm.

"Poof!"

Lin Hu was about to sit down and experience these feelings carefully, the world in front of him suddenly fell apart, and the next moment, he returned to the original world.

What appeared in front of me was a purple wooden table, a stack of white manuscripts on the table, and the one in his hand was not the magic pen of the Ninth Master?

Seeing this, Lin Hu was a little stunned, if he could stop for a while, even if it was for a while, I believe that he could get great benefits.

This kind of benefit can't be exchanged for those spirit crystal pills, and this kind of spiritual experience is difficult for anyone to refuse.

"Boy, is that stupid?"

The Ninth Master's voice sounded again, and seeing that Lin Hu didn't speak, the Ninth Master said again: "Could it be that you are so interested in being a 'Dao' slave?"

"Daonu?"

Although Lin Hu didn't know what it was, his intuition told him that it wasn't a good thing.

"Don't think too much, although there are not many of those feelings left, but they are still enough for you to feel refreshed, now, you still honestly write a book for the emperor!"

Hearing what the Ninth Master said, Lin Hu also realized what was most important to him at the moment, so he buried himself in hard work again.

Looking at the lines of words that appeared in Lin Hu's pen, suddenly, Jiu Ye said in a voice that only he could hear: "Good luck boy, born in a good era!" (To be continued.) )