"Come and help!"

He used all his last strength and shouted at the top of his throat, "Don't forget that when you were in a downturn, the inappropriate scripts you wrote secretly were all sold and delivered by the old Taoist!

Buzz!

The words fell.

The sky trembled gently, and a golden book slowly fell down. On the golden book, there were dense words everywhere, including infatuated men and women who were entangled with love and hatred, talented men and beautiful women stayed together for life, there were heroes traveling with swords, and there were ascending immortals moving mountains with one finger...

A small page of golden book.

It has written all the world and the vicissitudes of the world.

"oh?"

Fu Shengke stared at the Jin Shu, with some surprise, "There are still unexpected gains. It turns out that you are also surviving?"

Hearing words.

The golden book trembled and exploded in an instant, turning into a little golden light.

The golden light is surging.

A young man walked out slowly, wearing a Confucian shirt, looked handsome and surrounded by literary spirit. When he appeared, he fixed the power of the disordered era in the Huangliang Taoist temple.

Ignore Fu Shengke.

He looked at the old Taoist who was grinning and said seriously: "I have nothing to do with it. Don't slander my reputation."

"Yes, yes! You are the most serious!"

The old Taoist had a headache and pointed at Fu Shengke, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and take action, I'm not his opponent!"

"He is hidden in his dream."

Fu Shengke suddenly smiled and said, "You are hiding in the book, and you have two remnants of thoughts, but you are sympathetic and sympathetic."

“So what?”

The Confucian scholar said indifferently: "You are the primitive demon, but the primitive demon is not you. Even if I am a tragic thought, there is only one page left in the golden book, and I can still kill your Dharma body!"

The words fell.

The golden light condensed in front of him, and it turned into a golden book and fell in front of him.

Take it with your right hand.

A Zhu Haoyu pen has fallen into his hand, his literary spirit is surging, and he has a faint irreversible power of fate!

"good!"

The old Taoist was excited to see it, "I didn't expect that you still retain such strong power!"

"nature."

The Confucian scholar said lightly: "Your immortality is not as good as my destiny after all. A mere guest of life can only shout in front of you. How could he live for half a moment in front of me?"

"good!"

The old Taoist looked excited, "Write! Write him to death!"

"Just rest."

The Confucian scholar said lightly: "I am here in everything."

The words fell.

He wrote his pen in a clear way and wrote four small golden seal characters on the golden book.
Chapter completed!