Chapter 2287 The World in the Painting

Accompanied by a low throat sound that was somewhat uncomfortable due to weightlessness, Angel slowly opened his eyes.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Angel quickly sat up from the dry ground. He first sensed his whole body to make sure that there was no shortage of weight, and then moved the magic source to ensure that the energy was worry-free. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and look around the surrounding environment.

In the dark world, with the naked eye, basically nothing can be seen. It can only be vaguely perceived that the surroundings are very empty.

Looking up at the sky, a bright moon hangs alone in the dark sky.

Angel struggled to stand up and looked around in the soft moonlight.

——The vast wilderness, the dark and boundless night.

"This wilderness... looks a little familiar." Angel's mind appeared the picture of "Starry Sky and Trees". After a slight comparison, he sighed deeply.

Except for the lack of bright starry sky above his head, the surrounding environment is exactly the same as the oil painting in the treasure chest.

Even in the empty wilderness, there was only one lonely tree, which was completely consistent with the oil painting.

"It seems that I really entered the painting." Ingres murmured to himself.

He stood there and pondered for a moment, trying to find a way to leave the world in the painting through perception. Unfortunately, at least from the current point of view, he could not find any flaws for the time being.

However, Ingres was not too panicked. As far as he knew, only Feng could connect the flat world in the painting with the three-dimensional world in reality.

Since it was Feng's oil painting, and he took the initiative to pull him into the painting, there must be some meaning. It is not that he went through so much trouble to find him just to imprison him in the painting, right?

Therefore, after finding the meaning of Feng pulling him into the painting and clarifying his thoughts, Ingres believed that there must be a chance to leave here. Even if he still couldn't find a way to leave after doing everything, Ingres would not be in despair, because there was still Wangwang...

Wangwang's ability to shuttle through the void should be able to take him away.

After calming down, Angel decided to explore the world in the painting to see what Feng wanted to do.

Angel did not deliberately identify other surrounding environments, and his eyes were fixed directly on the big tree in the distance.

Since the main body of the oil painting is the tree. And there is only one tree in the whole boundless wilderness, it is strange no matter how you look at it. Angel believes that if there is a place with special significance in this painting world, it must be hidden near the big tree.

Therefore, Angel did not want to explore other places for the time being, and walked directly in the direction of the big tree.

As he walked, Angel was also sensing the surrounding environment.

In his perception, he still did not find any traces of creatures, or even traces of creatures. This is like a dead world.

There is primitive magic in the air. Although the concentration is medium to low, it does not have much impact if a battle really breaks out. It's just that when meditating, it may take a little longer than usual.

It is worth mentioning that there is no pressure here, and the world will of the tidal world in the outside world cannot penetrate into the world in the painting. Therefore, Ingres felt relaxed here.

Ingres was not far from the tree, and soon, he came near the tree.

Before, when he was on the stone platform outside, Ingres had seen that the perspective in the oil painting turned, showing that there was a figure behind the tree. Therefore, when he came near this place, he was a little cautious.

Ingres did not approach the tree immediately, but walked around the tree from a distance.

He originally thought that there might be "people" here, but after this circle of observation, there was no figure.

In other words, two places that were different from the oil painting itself have been discovered.

The bright starry sky in the oil painting disappeared, replaced by a starless night. The figure under the tree in the oil painting also disappeared, leaving only this lonely tree.

Since there was no figure, Ingres did not continue to circle around the periphery, but approached the tree.

After approaching, Ingres found that his judgment was a little wrong.

Before, he always thought that the only life in the entire painting world might be on this lonely tree. But in fact, it was not the case. From a distance, the tree seemed to be lush and leafy, but when he approached, Ingres still did not feel any vitality.

Just like the weeds on the ground, it seemed to be just a decoration in the painting, without any life texture.

After carefully observing the tree for a moment, Ingres did not find anything wrong. It seemed to be just a landscape decoration in the painting.

Ingres pondered for a moment. According to his judgment, this was obviously wrong.

As the main subject of the painting, the tree could not be without meaning.

After thinking for a while, Ingres tried to use his mental power to explore the main body of the tree. First, he explored from the outside, including the bark, branches, soulless leaves, and even the roots under the ground, and there was no abnormality.

Then, Ingres decided to go deep into the tree and see the inside of the tree.

As Ingres probed his mental power into the trunk, his expression suddenly became a little strange.

The inside of the tree seemed to be encrypted, and it was impossible to directly use mental power to explore; however, when the mental power penetrated into the inside of the tree, Angel saw a complex and strange pattern.

"This is... the mother pattern of the Ojia complex pattern!" Angel couldn't help but exclaimed.

He had been looking for the lock corresponding to the secret key of Ojia's pattern, that is, the location of its mother pattern, but he had never found it. Angel also judged whether it was in the light ball above the stone platform.

At that time, Angel secretly cursed Feng for his unscrupulousness.

Unexpectedly, after searching and searching, the final answer turned out to be this tree!

This tree is the final solution to the secret key of Aojia Fanwen!

In order to confirm that his judgment was correct, Angel once again used his mental power to observe the complicated patterns.

The so-called Aojia Fan pattern is an encryption tool used by wizards. It can be understood as a pattern-type mother-and-bone lock key that can be compiled independently. The locked items have "mother patterns" on them. To open this lock, there must be a corresponding "sub-print". As for the mother-in-law pattern, you can set it yourself, as long as the core is the Aojia pattern, which can effectively avoid repetition.

Therefore, each Aojia pattern is unique, and one mother pattern corresponds to one sub-pattern.

The secret key of Aojia's complex pattern in Angel's hand is a sub-pattern. He can use the pattern of the sub-pattern to reverse the pattern of the mother pattern.

Soon, Angel deduced the answer.

The mother pattern of the Aojia pattern in the tree is indeed a pair with the secret key of the Aojia pattern in his hand. His judgment was correct. The treasure Feng said he left behind should be within this big tree.

Since the treasure is here, Angel believes that the way to leave the world in the painting is probably hidden in the tree.

After pondering for a moment, Angel arranged a defensive technique around him, and asked Ermi to be on guard, and then took out the real Aojia pattern secret key from the bracelet space.

As the secret key was placed in his hand, the secret key that had always seemed dark before began to emit a faint red light.

The ones that shine are the sub-patterns.

The mother pattern corresponding to the sub-pattern, that is, the big tree, also woke up from the dead silence at this moment, and began to flash with the faint light corresponding to the sub-pattern, seeming to call for the return of the sub-pattern.

Angel did not hesitate and directly attached the long key in his hand to the trunk of the big tree.

In an instant, the red light bloomed.

Under the flash of red light, the big tree seemed to have been chopped down from the top by an axe, split directly in the middle. As the cracks appeared, more intense light emerged from the inside.

These lights seemed to have certain regular characteristics that Angel couldn't even see through. Moreover, the more he observed, the more tired his eyes became. He could only turn his head slightly to avoid looking directly at the light.

Also because Angel turned his head, he saw an incredible scene.

The red light emerging from inside the big tree actually shot directly to the sky. The night sky, where there was only a lonely hanging moon before, had a magical change. The twinkling stars, from dim to bright, filled the sky in the blink of an eye.

It's like there is an invisible paintbrush, stained with starlight paint, and with a graceful wave, the stars are shaken out on the canvas of the night.

This starry sky... is exactly the same as the painting Angel saw on the stone platform.

Seeing the starry sky, Angel suddenly thought of another thing: "Since the stars have appeared in the sky, will the figure in the painting also appear?"

The moment Angel came up with this idea, he suddenly felt that a gaze seemed to fall on him.

Because he had been continuously spied on by the void traveler before, Angel was very sensitive to the gaze. The moment his gaze fell on him, his feet flashed with black and red light, and he instantly retreated dozens of meters. The art of defense The light flickered around him, and in the shadow under his feet, Ermi slowly poked his head out.

Angel stared closely in the direction of the big tree.

The red light was still flashing there, and the specific situation could not be seen clearly, but Angel was certain that the gaze that had been placed on him before was definitely within the red light, and... that gaze had not yet withdrawn.

The red light lasted for about ten seconds.

When the red light gradually disappeared, Angel finally saw the scene in the red light.

The tree that had been split down the middle had now completely healed and was once again a whole tree. There was no "treasure" on the ground as Angel imagined. The only difference from before was that there was an extra person in front of the big tree.

It was a tall man wearing a starry sky cloak. Although the cloak covered the upper half of his face, you could tell from the lower half of his face that the other person should be a young man. At least, he looks like a young man.

"Who are you?" Angel stared at the man.

A smile appeared on the corner of the cloaked man's lips. He did not immediately answer Angel's words, but said to himself: "Are you the one who followed in his footsteps? I didn't expect you to be so young...well, even "It's a bit childish. I suddenly doubt the judgment of the Book of Kells."

Angel: "The 'him' you are talking about refers to Mirapheel Feng?"

The man in the cloak still didn't answer, but turned his attention from Angel to Ermi: "Hey, it's actually the awakened demon from the panic world? The awakened demon is famous for his cruelty and bloodthirsty, even if he faces defeat There will be no retreat at all. It is absolutely impossible for such a war machine to take orders from humans."

"How did you make him obey your command? Is it the thing on his chest? Let me see what that is?" After saying that, the cloaked man turned his gaze to Ermi's chest. After a while, he said, "Tsk, tsk, it's amazing. There is a power inside that makes me afraid and even want to surrender. What is that? Can you tell me?"

The cloaked man looked at Angel, because he could see that this awakened demon was protecting Angel, so Angel, who was controlling the awakened demon, should know what the strange tentacle was.

Angel was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "The Seed of Distortion is a gentleman's masterpiece. I don't know what's in it, I just received the gift of friendship from that gentleman."

The cloaked man didn't care if Angel had concealed anything, and nodded, "That's right. If my old friend Renekton knew there was such a thing, he would probably go crazy... You know, he once spent decades rushing to the Panic Realm to study awakened demons, but unfortunately, he only stayed in the Panic Realm for less than two years before running away and being beaten away."

Angel didn't know who Renekton the cloaked man was talking about, he just listened silently without saying anything.

"Even if it's not Renekton, my real body is here, and I would probably be interested in this thing. After all, there are some things in it that can make me feel scared." The cloaked man sighed softly: "Unfortunately, my real body is not here, and I can't share the information with him, alas..."

"Real body?" Angel looked at the cloaked man suspiciously: "Who are you?"

The cloaked man did not avoid the topic this time, but said frivolously: "Don't young people nowadays know how to be polite? When asking someone's name, don't you know to introduce yourself first?"

Without waiting for Angel to answer, the cloaked man changed the subject: "However, since you can follow his footsteps and come here, you deserve my respect. So, this time I can introduce myself first."

As soon as the voice fell, the cloaked man stretched out his white and slender fingers, took off the hood of the cloak, and revealed his real face.

Under the dark short curly hair, there is a fair and handsome face. Judging from the appearance alone, he is the type that noble ladies like: thin, young and handsome.

Moreover, under the star-studded backlight, he had a mysterious temperament.

Those hungry ladies would probably go crazy for him.

As Angel silently complained, the cloaked man touched his chest with one hand and said elegantly: "Although this is our first meeting, I am honored to see you here. Let me introduce myself. My name is... Miraphael Feng."