C220 The Seven Great Beasts

Whoo! Whoo!

Mo Qing floated in the air above Mo Hai. Her robe fluttered and she held a giant black gold brush in her hand. The silver lines floated and attracted Mo Hai's ink. They turned into strands of black gas that gradually dyed the white hair at the tip of the brush.

The Spiritual Pattern on the surface of the dark golden pen floated. Spirit light flowed and gave off a majestic aura