After the paintbrush in Ning Ke's soul hand shattered, a sigh seemed to come from the bottom of his heart.

He just felt a little inexplicable for a while, but found that his soul was out of control for a while.

In the blink of an eye, streaks of colorful light spots flowed from the shattered writing brush, and when gathered together, they turned into a hazy figure.

This figure was wearing a taoist robe, unrestrained, he raised his eyes and looked around, frowning slightly.

Waiting to see Ning Ke's own soul

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