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026 Blood drops to identify the Lord

The pen shaft is like a pillar through the sky, the pen body is misty, as if there is a heaven and earth yin and yang emerge. Qianlong Lee took a closer look, and there were golden tadpoles swimming back and forth in the yin and yang of heaven and earth. Seemingly haphazard tadpole essay, but there is a cryptic mood.

Qianlong Lee used his own blood to refine the Eastern God's pen, so that the pen recognized the owner, then the tadpole on its small article swim out together, like lightning flashes of stars, just a flash, appeared in the void.

If any of the authors of the Seven Seasons Publishing Class were here, they would be astounded.

At this time in the eastern magic pen constantly circling the words, that is the ancient god. Different from today's text. And there is a natural mana in these writings. If you succeed in drawing any divine text, you can use it to wield its awesome power.

In fact, the spell was developed on the basis of this divine text. At that moment, the multitude of Gods rushed frantically towards Qianlong Lee.

There was finally a change this time, but it made Qianlong Lee look horrified. For he found that he could not take his hand off the Eastern pen, and that the blood was rapidly being absorbed into his body.

Completely caught off guard, Qianlong Lee had to let the strange characters in. Qianlong Lee's body was too drained of blood to resist what was in front of him.

Qianlong Lee felt the heat growing as the change finally came. The heat of the body grew, and the whole body seethed, enveloped in the heat of the gas. As he spoke, that moment, that last divine word, did not enter Qianlong Lee's body.

Qianlong Lee couldn't take the energy anymore, and as he passed out, Qianlong Lee's body shimmered eerily.

A channel formed between the Eastern Magic Pen and Qianlong Lee, and the pounding energy coursed through Qianlong Lee. Qianlong Lee's face twitched in pain. Then, once again, the divine text appeared, flowing between the blood and the body.

People were feeding in the eastern pen with blood and incense. The divine writings also faded into Qianlong Lee's body, clinging to Qianlong Lee's bones.

Qianlong Lee's side of the action is no mean feat, but the good news is that the public level web writer lives in a more remote area and not many people pass through.

The nearest Tiedan Chu was also engrossed in his practice, Qianlong Lee's anomaly, unnoticed by anyone.

I don't know if this eastern magic pen works or not. The trickle of blood from Qianlong Lee slowly melted into the Oriental magic pen. The pen-cap on top of the oriental magic pen turned slowly, and finally the pen-cap opened slowly.

"It's finally open!" Qianlong Lee's face beamed with joy.

Qianlong Lee has nothing else to fall back on in this online land. This eastern magic pen is good enough, even if it can only be stored. This treasure is very precious, even in the land of the internet, where authors are as powerful as clouds.

Storage gear, however, can only be owned by a fairly high-level network writer.

It's not for everyone, at least not among low-level, public-spirited web writers like Qianlong Lee. Looking at the eastern pen in his hand, Qianlong Lee wondered for a moment if he had thought of it with a seal before he came to Qixi.

Mother said it was a treasure left by a powerful internet writer, and now in her own hands, she is related to him.

What is the mystery of this little oriental pen? How do you untie it yourself?

Qianlong Lee ran his hand lightly over the Eastern magic pen, feeling the ripples. Qianlong Lee put his mind, once again, into the Eastern magic pen. The storage function of the Eastern magic pen is very simple to use, as long as the mind moves, you can put things in.

After this dripping identification, or blood transfusion identification, Qianlong Lee felt a connection to the Eastern Magic Pen, by which Qianlong Lee's consciousness entered the Eastern Magic Pen.

Qianlong Lee felt his mind being drawn to a mysterious place.

There was mist all around, and through the thick fog, Qianlong Lee came to a tall mirror.

The jade mirror was crystal clear and engraved with dragon decoration. It was magnificent. Such a mirror, if it appears in the world, I am afraid it is not to sell for a sky-high price.

Qianlong Lee ambled forward to the mirror. Qianlong Lee stroked the mirror with trembling hands.

Feeling Qianlong Lee's breath, the mirror also changed, on the smooth surface, slowly appeared a line of writing, the treasure: Oriental magic pen; Status: Seven Seals.

Eastern magic pen, so that's what it's called?

Qianlong Lee wondered for a moment if he had stumbled upon such a treasure. What level of treasure is it? Confused, the mirror shifted again.

The mirror clearly shows the opening condition of the first re-seal of the eastern magic pen: 500 copies of basalt iron.

Qianlong Lee looked at the head for a while, basalt and hyunite seems to have some connection, it is difficult to collect enough hyunite to open the seal of the eastern magic pen. Vaguely, Qianlong Lee sensed that this eastern prodigy was anything but simple.

Even ordinary people know the truth about wealth, especially treasure.

Network author's practice is to fight with heaven and earth, strive for that line of opportunity. Any treasure that would aid in the practice of ascension would be a source of bloody contention, for nothing in this world forbids the lust of man.

Qianlong Lee glanced at the mirror and the writing on it faded.

Qianlong Lee was startled and about to move forward. But then a gust of wind blew and everything around them became a blur. In a blur, Qianlong Lee wakes up slowly. Qianlong Lee looked at himself in some disbelief, still in his room.

The scene that had just unfolded never seemed to exist, but when his eyes rested on the Eastern magic pen dangling from his waist, he froze.

With his mind whirling, Qianlong Lee tried again to summon the Eastern magic pen. The Eastern magic pen opened slowly, just as it had before. The huge mirror was still in the Eastern Magic Pen.

The words on the mirror, still flashing. It was supposed to be a storage device, but it was a sealed treasure!

In a land where the strong are revered, a powerful treasure is enough to change the life of an ordinary web writer. With such a treasure, do not mix up a look, almost sorry to leave this eastern magic pen to his people.

Ambition stirred in Qianlong Lee, but the wind in his ears brought him back to reality. I'm just the lowest level of public web writer.

Public-grade web writers have only just honed a little mana, and only a little more strength than everyone else.

But there is never a shortage of mythology in the online world, and ants have a chance to grow up to be dragons. Doesn't a lot of Daemon web authors climb the ladder from public web authors? It's just that maybe now they've forgotten how they used to be!

Qianlong Lee's knowledge of treasures was extremely poor, and he had never heard of any of the legendary treasures.

Forget it, even the lowest level of public network writers have a chance to become Seven's contracted network writers.