Chapter 155 The Root of Style God

"Da."

Step out and turn the earth upside down.

Walking into the pentagram array, he felt that the connection between himself and the style god was cut off in the clear moment. Within the range of the pentagram, he was no longer familiar with the world.

Looking around, the dawn that was going to be bright is no longer there. Instead, there is a luxuriant starry sky. Under the deep starlight, a shining light and shadow stands quietly, as if waiting for the arrival of sunshine.

Seeing the figure after Qingming came in, a pair of clear eyes appeared on the light and shadow.

"Here you are!"

"I waited here