chapter 65 Refining Spiritual Weapons

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Sherwin held the pen with his palm, and a ray of spiritual energy rushed along the slender and straight lilac pen body to the sharp edge of the pen, and suddenly condensed a light as thin as an ox hair, which kept spitting at the tip of the pen.

The wrist was rotated flexibly, and the tip of the pen was inserted into the bright red dish of spiritual ink. In an instant, all the spiritual ink was absorbed.

At the tip of the purple pheasant seal pen, a ray of...