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The Great Elder told him that the treasures in this wooden box were used as a reward for triggering the Su family's paintings, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

He was looking forward to it: "Great Elder, what kind of treasure is in this red sandalwood treasure box?"

Bu Dongwu is indeed very much looking forward to it, as far as red sandalwood is concerned, it itself is a rare and precious wood in the world.

When building weapons, a little involvement can increase the grade, toughness, and power of weapons several times, and they are priceless.

If it is made into a wooden box, store the items. Anything can be preserved for thousands of years without decay, and it is a rare treasure in the world.

Bu Dongwu can't look forward to what kind of treasure is contained in this red sandalwood box.

The Great Elder nodded and said, "Hehe...... Little Taoist friends will know when they open it!"

Bu Wuwu was not polite, solemnly took the wooden box, and gently opened the lid.

Crunch!

The lid of the box was gently opened, and the red sandalwood fragrance emitted was even denser, so that Bu Dongwu couldn't help but exclaim.

At the same time, Bu Dongwu also saw the treasure presented in the wooden box, and said in surprise: "It's a brush!"

Bu Dongwu was amazed and found a brush quietly placed in the treasure box.

The brush is about 20 centimeters long, and the barrel is as thick as a finger, and the whole body is round, without a trace of roughness. The surface of the barrel is dotted with some purple-gold dots, like sprinkled gold dust, and it is extremely well preserved.

The tip of the pen is inlaid with the plush of the brush, only a small pinch of the thumb, like a lamp, fixed in the shape of a cone.

However, as soon as Bu Dongwu saw the plush on this head, his eyes were deeply attracted, and his intuition told him that this small handful of hairs was anything ordinary.

"Haha...... Little Taoist friend, this is a magic pen. The barrel of this brush is made of Guanyin bamboo, which is burned with the fire of the burning sky for 7749 days. And this core is taken from the dragon's beard, and it was inlaid on the tip of the pen with supreme mana!"

"This is a treasure that is more precious than a saint-level weapon!"

The Great Elder looked at the brush in the wooden box, and also praised it one after another, praising this treasure as extraordinary.

"This brush is made of Guanyin bamboo and dragon whiskers?" was reminded by the Great Elder, and the emotion on Bu Wuwu's face was even more exaggerated.

Kannon bamboo, a more precious wood than red sandalwood, is said to grow only in the South China Sea.

This bamboo is so hard that it is difficult to cut with any weapon, and it is the hardest thing in the world, and it is said that it only grows one centimeter in a hundred years.

But the barrel of the brush in front of me is 20 centimeters long. Doesn't that mean that this section of Guanyin bamboo made by refining has a lifespan of at least two thousand years?

The dragon's whiskers are treasures that only exist in legends. Dragons, phoenixes, unicorns...... These divine beasts are said to have appeared in the Dongxuan Continent 10,000 years ago, but they have long since disappeared.

The Great Elder said that the refill of this magic pen was actually outlined by dragon whiskers, how could this not shock Bu Wuwu?

You must know that the dragon is a divine beast, a great immortal beast of the nine heavens and ten earths, worshiped by all spirits, and cannot be desecrated. Someone dared to use a dragon's beard to make a brush, which is an act against the sky.

"Come, Bu Xiaoyou, take out the magic pen and try its mana!" The Great Elder's face was expectant, and he suggested that Bu Dongwu take out the magic pen and wave it.

"It's so cold, it's so heavy!"

Bu Wuwu stretched out his right hand, and just touched the barrel of the magic pen, and his body suddenly became agitated. Feeling an icy cold current rushing into his body, he couldn't help but shiver.

And when he tried to take it out, his right arm suddenly sank, and he was secretly struggling. I found that this brush, which was less than 20 centimeters long, was like a boulder, weighing thousands of pounds.

Bu was a little careless and almost got rid of it directly. However, with the strength of the current emperor level, not to mention the negative force of thousands of catties, there is no problem even if the negative force is ten thousand catties.

After adjusting the strength slightly, he smoothly took out this magic pen and held it in his hand.

Oh......

At the same time as Bu Wuwu took out the magic pen, I don't know if it was an illusion or an auditory hallucination, a roar similar to a dragon's roar suddenly came from outside the Nine Heavens.

The dragon's chant vibrated and filled the entire heaven and earth, making everyone who heard it feel their hearts sink and blood gushed out in their bodies.

After Bu Dongwu held this magic pen, he felt that he didn't want to be holding a brush, but rather holding a peerless magic weapon. A wave of blood and power that had never been felt before surged in his chest.

Drink!

Bu Wuwu couldn't suppress the power surging in his chest, and he shouted, holding the magic pen in his right hand and waving it directly in the air.

The air is empty and transparent, invisible and intangible. If you draw a few strokes with an ordinary brush, you can't see the pattern you draw clearly.

But the magic pen in Bu Wuwu's hand is not like this at all. I saw Bu Dongwu holding the pen and waving it back and forth in the air with the tip of the pen.

The refill of the magic pen turned out to be like a golden silkworm spinning silk, spitting out golden silk, leaving a pattern visible to the naked eye in the air, which is amazing.

In one go, Bu Dongwu waved the magic pen, and after a few strokes of the dragon and the phoenix danced in the air, he wrote an ancient word 'dragon'.

The dragon character was suspended in the air, and the golden light shimmered. Immediately after that, in the stunned eyes of everyone, the dragon word flashing with golden light, the light became more and more vigorous, and finally turned into a golden light, piercing people's eyes.

"Look at the dragon word changing!"

Immediately after, someone exclaimed and found that the dragon character began to change. The dragon gesture slowly extended, disappeared, and began to change into another pattern.

Oh!

Suddenly, another dragon groan was heard. It's just that this time the dragon chant did not come from above the Nine Heavens, but sounded directly in everyone's ears, immersive.

The dragon roared for nine days, shaking the earth, and everyone felt that their ears were all out of order in an instant, and they couldn't hear any sound.

"It's the Golden Dragon!"

"God, the dragon word that Bu Dongwu wrote just now has turned into a real golden dragon!"

And when everyone's eyes looked at the dragon character that Bu Dongwu had just written, again. One by one, their expressions were even more sluggish, and their faces were full of disbelief.

I saw that the dragon character that Bu Dongwu had just written had evolved into a real golden dragon at this moment.

The golden dragon is ten zhang long, with dragon claws, dragon scales, and dragon whiskers...... All of them are lifelike, and they still exude a terrifying dragon might. Hovering in the air, letting out bursts of dragon groans that slowly dissipated after ten minutes.

"What a powerful magic pen!"

Bu Wuwu was the most shocked, he only wrote a word, and he actually manifested a real dragon. Isn't this kind of behavior like the immortal art recorded in ancient books, when immortals turn stones into gold?

Unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, he looked at the Great Elder and asked, "What is the name of this item, how can there be such a powerful magic power?"

The Great Elder was also slightly surprised by the scene just now, and then explained: "This pen is left by the ancestor of my clan, and it is called the Wanfa Pen. ”

"Ten Thousand Law Pens!" Bu Wuwu secretly wrote down, and couldn't help but look at the magic pen in his hand again. (To be continued.) )