The brush struggled hard to escape from Gu Xuan's hands, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
Gu Xuan looked at the brush. This guy looked really good. He had a nose and eyes, and he looked antique. At first glance, he looked like he was not an ordinary thing.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Don't be anxious? I haven't finished what I just said."
Pretending, pretending half way, and not pretending the remaining half, Gu Xuan felt that his heart was not happy enough.
"As I said just now, the black energy spread throughout the entire space inside the silver dragon's belly, making me unable to see everything clearly.
However, it is enough to trap me, so why do you want me to be unable to see everything clearly?
So, I thought, there must be something hidden in this blackness?"
There was a faint smile on Gu Xuan's face, and he became more and more cheerful as he spoke.
"There are great obstacles in even using soul power to sense the surroundings.
It's a pity that you still underestimated the power of my soul, so after getting through all the obstacles, I finally discovered that in the dark space, there was a big character that said 'bind'!
What happens next is simple.
I attacked the word 'bind' and came out easily."
After speaking, Gu Xuan felt extremely relaxed physically and mentally.
Especially looking at the brush in his hand, Gu Xuan felt even more relaxed.
This is a very powerful treasure.
According to Gu Xuan's memory, the Dragon Painting Brush is a famous Xuanxuan spiritual treasure on Fentian Continent.
It can be said that it is one of the most pinnacle Tongxuan spiritual treasures in the history of Fentian Continent.
According to legend, it is just one step away from becoming an immortal weapon.
Unfortunately, when he was promoted to an immortal weapon, he failed and was knocked out of the mortal world by thunder. He fell into the realm and disappeared.
Gu Xuan never expected that he would encounter this treasure here.
Moreover, this pen has become the magic weapon spirit of the so-called "Dragon Palace Dharma Map".
This is something no one could have imagined.
Just imagine, a Tongxuan spirit treasure actually becomes the spirit treasure of a heaven-level spirit treasure. Who would dare to think of such a thing?
Not only do I dare not think about it, but even if I heard about it, I would probably think it was a fantasy.
In fact, until now, Gu Xuan still can't understand what kind of suffocating operation this is?
However, it is enough to be sure that the pen in your hand is a dragon pen.
This is an existence that was once just one step away from being promoted to an immortal weapon!
Although, he is very weak now and cannot even break free from his own hands without being able to write.
However, its power cannot be denied.
It can produce so many shrimp soldiers, crab generals, and that silver dragon. These two alone are enough for it to dominate the Holy Island.
And this is still under the condition that the second level of the Holy Domain has restrictions on the realm.
If he goes outside, Gu Xuan believes that with the potential of Hualong Brush, it will be a matter of time before he regains his strength.
If you can conquer it, it will definitely be a great help to you!
Gu Xuan's eyes rolled a few times.
Mobi suddenly felt a little chilly.
"You damn human warrior, how dare you want to take advantage of this Fatu Spirit!
I’m warning you, this is the ‘Dragon Lock Prison’, if you dare to have any bad thoughts towards me, you will never get out of here!”
From Gu Xuan's point of view, the threat of the writing brush could not be responded to with any other suitable words except the word "haha".
Therefore, Gu Xuan: "Haha!"
Writing brush: "..."
"I can't get out of your dragon-locked prison, so you don't have to worry about it.
But, you have wanted to kill me before.
Do you think I should still treat an enemy like you with a smile and let you go respectfully?
You said, you are a dignified painter and a spiritual treasure who has lived for who knows how many years, why are you so naive?"
Gu Xuan said coldly.
The brush was stunned.
It seems that this is the case?
No, even if this is the case, I can’t give in!
If you should fight, you must fight!
"You guy, you paint with one stroke at a time!
It seems that you have a grudge against it, but I am not a dragon pen at all, I am just the spirit of the magic weapon of the "Dragon Palace Diagram"!
It's only been a hundred years since I was born.
In the spirit of magic weapon, he can only be regarded as a child!
Please let me go, I'm still just a child!"
The hoarse sound of the brush disappeared without a trace.
Instead, there was a clear child's voice, as if it was really a child talking, which was extremely pitiful.
It has figured out that if it should fight, it must fight, but if it cannot fight, then it can only beg for mercy.
The corner of Gu Xuan's mouth trembled, a little confused.
Could it be that I guessed wrong?
Is this guy really not a dragon painting brush, but just the spirit of the magic weapon of the [Dragon Palace Chart]?
I have been pretending to be cool for so long, and I have decided that this is a painting of a dragon, and I want to give it a shock and pave the way for conquering it.
But now, it actually says, it’s not a dragon brush?
"Impossible! You can't even think of lying to me. Except for the dragon brush, who can draw something as powerful as the silver dragon just now.
Moreover, that silver dragon can even unleash dragon power that is no less powerful than a real dragon.
If you don’t paint with a dragon’s brush, then you’re the one with ghosts!”
Gu Xuan insisted on his own ideas.
“I’m really not the finishing touch, I’m the finishing touch!
I can’t draw dragons at all, nor can I draw those shrimps, soldiers and crab generals, I can only draw the eyes!”
Gu Xuan explained with the pen in his hand.
"The finishing touch? You want to fool me?"
Gu Xuan smiled coldly, and the soul power in his body surged toward the writing brush overwhelmingly.
The brush was struck by the soul power, seemed to be in pain, and screamed.
"I am really the finishing touch! I can prove it!
You freak, put away your soul power!
Damn it, how come your soul power is so strong?
Ahhhh..."
The corner of Gu Xuan's mouth trembled again.
Looking at this situation, I'm afraid I really made a mistake.
He releases his soul power just to sense whether the other party is lying.
However, according to the feedback from the soul power, it seems that this guy is really not lying.
This is very embarrassing.
"Are you really not a painter?
If you really make a fool of yourself, will I let you go immediately?
I never lie. If you are trying to make a mistake, you will admit it, right?
If you admit it, wouldn't it be nice if everyone clapped their hands and became good friends?"
Gu Xuan was like a strange uncle who abducted little Lolita to see the goldfish, and asked with some unwillingness to give up.
The pair of small eyes on the brush gave Gu Xuan a big roll of his eyes.
"Suppose I am really the painter who has lived for who knows how many years as you say?
Can I be caught by you? Can I escape your claws?
The spirit of this magic weapon will not change your name when you are walking, and your surname will not be changed when you sit down. I am the finishing touch!
The finishing touch is me!"
The key point is to speak righteously.
Gu Xuan felt that his soul was hurt.
After so much effort, this guy is actually not a painter?
But the local magic weapon here?
If it is really a local magic weapon, can it be taken out, and can it be used when taken out? Gu Xuan is still not sure yet.
For a time, the status of the brush in Gu Xuan's heart was greatly reduced.
Since there is no use keeping it, he has no interest in conquering it.
If you don't give in, you are the enemy.
Gu Xuan was never kind to his enemies.
Sure enough, you should stick to your original idea, and the enemy should be killed directly.
How much time is wasted.
Gu Xuan's eyes looked at the dotting pen and became unfriendly.