Without waiting for Su Mo to speak again, the Cangsheng pen rose to the sky.

The power of creation exploded, it was its own spiritual energy that had been condensed for countless years, and it was also all its spiritual sense!

Airplanes!

In an instant, a candle seemed to light up in the darkness of nothingness......

Candle lights flicker, illuminating reincarnation.

The pen danced in the air, leaving a bronze light in the void.

Where the light is, it seems to outline an arc.

In the darkness, the bronze light was as dazzling as this......

One stroke at a time, the painting is difficult, and the drawing is also very slow.

Su Mo looked at the outline that appeared under the stroke of the Cangsheng pen in a daze, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be cold and slippery.

In that stroke, what is consumed is the spiritual consciousness of the Cangsheng pen.

It has never crossed such an anti-heaven thing, nor has it ever thought about it.

But I didn't expect it to be so natural to draw like this......

One stroke at a time.

Consume the Spiritual Sense.

Reincarnation of Painting......

The more he painted, the slower he painted, the more tired he became.

But he still insists on drawing the things he imagines in his heart.

Slowly, the virtual painting of a mirror finally took shape.

A mirror that can decipher reincarnation!

And the Cangsheng pen also seems to be a little shaky, and the spiritual sense is vague.

It seems to forget a lot of things, but it remembers something......

What did you forget? I don't know.

What do you remember?

Remember everything after meeting Su Mo!

Cangsheng looked at the phantom of the mirror he had drawn, and seemed to be a little proud in his weakness, "In this world, only my pen master can draw this mirror." ”

"This mirror, born in the gap of this reincarnation, can illuminate the reincarnation, and also contains the power of reincarnation!"

"At least, it's a holy artifact......

"Or, a forbidden weapon! And what am I, who can draw the forbidden instrument? ”

Cangsheng pen muttered to himself, as if he had realized something......

"Master Pen, I must have an imperial weapon!"

It really still cares about what Su Mo once said: nothing.

Although he knew that Su Mo was joking, he kept it in his heart.

Now, it's a joy to be able to prove its extraordinary!

But...... The mirror is not finished yet, and there is still one last stroke......

Forming a stroke!

Cangshengbi took a deep breath and looked at the virtual painting in front of him, "This mirror, born from reincarnation, was painted by me with my own spiritual sense. ”

"I've got to give it a name...... Or it's called..."Cangsheng pen seems to be in thought.

“...... Let's reincarnate in the mirror! “

It looked at Su Mo with some reluctance.

Su Mo looked at it deeply, looking at each other from a distance, and the fate seemed to engrave this last glance on the long river.

Like an ink mark on the snow......

Su Mo opened his mouth, "Cangsheng pen ......"

Cangshengbi looked at Su Mo, his eyes full of reluctance, "Master, if you meet Xiao Yueyue again, help me bring a message to that girl......"

The only thing in this world that it can't rest assured about are only two people.

A nosy Su Mo...

A little Yueyue who is so innocent that she can't even scold people......

"She really doesn't have a talent for scolding......"

The pen turned around, condensed the spiritual consciousness of the whole body, and poured it into the mirror in front of him!

The final strokes were drawn......

Airplanes!

That illusory mirror burst into shape and shone brightly!

The bronze light seemed to illuminate the cracks of the entire samsara, illuminating the whole darkness.

And the pen lost all its light in an instant.

Like a withered lamp that has run out of oil......

The broken pen slowly fell, and fell back into Su Mo's arms, lying there quietly.

The mirror flew under Su Mo and Xiao Xuanji like a streamer, turned into a large mirror, and slowly lifted the bodies of the two.

The darkness of the surrounding nothingness was illuminated by the bronze light of the mirror, and it evolved into a Taoist scenery that belonged beyond the gap in reincarnation.

This mirror is born with an ignorant mind!

In that ignorant wisdom, there is the bond between the Cangsheng pen and Su Mo.

It is a contract between Cangsheng Pen and Su Mo......

Born to be a forbidden weapon that only belongs to Su Mo!

It carefully protected Su Mo, and the bronze light shrouded Su Mo and Xiao Xuanji, holding up Su Mo and Xiao Xuanji's bodies, and heading in the direction beyond the gap.

Like a withered boat, floating in the sea of nothingness.

staggered out of the gap in this reincarnation with Su Mo.

Bang!

As if reincarnation was shattered, the mirror took Su Mo and Xiao Xuanji to break through the gap in reincarnation and fall out of nothingness......

......

A mountain, an ancient tree.

In front of me is a haunting landscape.

Is it the one who asks for it but can't get it......

But Su Mo didn't seem to notice it, his eyes just looked at the Cangsheng pen that was lying quietly and lost its luster.

There is no spiritual sense on the pen, as if it is just a seemingly extremely ordinary ink pen.

It was dim and could no longer speak.

Su Mo knelt on the ground, tightly grasping the barrel of the Cangsheng pen in his hand, looking up to the sky and howling, hoarse......

"Ah......h

Between the vast heaven and the earth, it seemed that a bird flew and landed on the treetops in the distance.

I was so frightened by this painful wail that I flew up.

Before flying away, he still looked at the white-clothed and white-haired man in confusion, and he didn't know why he looked like this.

The reincarnation mirror slowly flew in front of Su Mo and rubbed Su Mo's cheek sentimentally.

As if trying to comfort him......

Xiao Xuanji stood aside, looking at Su Mo with a choked voice, looking at the Cangsheng pen in Su Mo's hand that had lost his spiritual sense......

The breeze came slowly, and Su Mo's full white hair was waved!

Divine tears fell and fell onto the flower in Su Mo's other hand......

There seems to be a golden light, and the flowers and leaves are falling......

The other side is in love, and the flowers are blooming on the other side.

The power of a love flower seemed to be fused into the divine pattern on Su Mo's forehead like fate......

Su Mo didn't seem to notice it, but just grabbed the pen.

Look at the ...... that seems to have long since faded Broken pen.

......

"Interesting, interesting, you actually have two life grids on you..."

"I understand, you kid lacks love, and your parents will die early......"

"I'm just a spiritual artifact, what am I going to do freely?"

"Have you ever seen an ownerless artifact? What's the difference between that and a lost dog......"

"Don't worry, when that time comes, I will untie it myself, is it possible that you are still worried that the pen master will die with you?"

"That's what idiots can only do, the pen master is a spirit weapon that becomes a spirit, and the pen master can't do it when he is sent to death......"

"You lack a hairpin, the pen master will be a hairpin for you......"

"The pen master accompanies you to guard the ......"

"The pen master accompanies you to Mount Meru......"

"Master Bi will accompany you to the fairy domain to see ......"

"Master Bi will accompany you to fetch the relics buried by the old guy......"

"Su Changsheng, you can't leave the pen master anymore......"

The breeze couldn't understand why the crescent moon on the tree was so cold.

The bright moon in the sky also doesn't know why the breeze in this world is so free.

The moon rises and the moon sets, and the fog lifts and fogs disperse.

It seemed like that, and a few days passed.

But it still can't get rid of the pain......