Chapter 924 How Is It Possible
Xiao Hei flew out of the scroll and grabbed the middle-aged man in front of him with his claws. After he quickly retreated, it flew to the table again, grabbing the painting of praying for the wind and flying it to Tangning. around.
"Tang Tang, I saw that he trapped someone in the painting," Xiao Hei said, releasing the painting and falling into Tangning's arms.
"I already guessed it."
She caught the painting, the spiritual energy in her body surged, and a fire burst out, burning the pattern on the picture scroll. As the pattern was destroyed, a spiritual energy poured out, and the light flashed, trapped in the painting. Qi Mufeng fell out in a state of embarrassment.
"Cough! Master Tang, I almost died..." Qi Mufeng coughed twice, standing up and stepped aside: "You have to be careful with this person, I am the What he pushes into the painting will never come out."
"Go and put away all those paintings." Tangning glanced at her and motioned him to take down the paintings on the wall and put them away.
Seeing this, Qi Mufeng hurriedly backed away to the walkway, and put the paintings hanging on the wall into the space first, so that they would not be damaged in a fight.
After all, if there is one person in this painting, then there are dozens of people in it. I wonder if they are all still alive?
"Don't touch my painting!"
When the middle-aged man saw that he was going to take his scroll, his face sank, he threw out a blank scroll, a mark was formed in his hand, and he shouted: "Take it!"
I saw a flash of light, and the scroll flew towards Qi Mufeng, and there seemed to be a force on the scroll to suck him in. At this moment, a bamboo was knocked down heavily, knocking the scroll from the air to the ground, and the scroll was on the scroll. The aura of spiritual power seemed to be scattered, and the scroll fell into the appearance of an ordinary scroll, and the middle-aged man seemed to be shot down along with the scroll, his strength backfired, the whole person took a step back, and a trace of blood spilled from his mouth.
"Um!"
Covering his chest, he looked at the five-year-old child in shock and disbelief: "How is that possible! How could that bamboo be able to break the power of my picture scroll!"
Tangning held the round bamboo in her hand, and the bamboo was filled with a faint light of spiritual energy. She looked at the middle-aged man with a shocked expression, and said, "To draw people into paintings is an evil way. Since ancient times, evil has never been right, let alone broken. If you draw a scroll, it is more than enough to kill you."
"Impossible! Ordinary flames can't burn my scrolls, let alone my runes! The fire you use is not a normal flame, but a natural fire!"
He drank loudly, his gloomy face filled with murderous intent: "I didn't expect that I would look away, an inconspicuous five-year-old child with a natural fire! Then, this crow must be your contracted beast, an ancient Divine beast!"
As he spoke, his sleeve moved, his spiritual power flashed, and a paintbrush appeared in his hand. The small paintbrush grew larger in his hand, and the tip of the pen glowed with a sharp cold light like a sharp sword. Above, there is a powerful force surging.
"It's not too late to find out now, as long as you kill you, your contracted beast can also be owned by me!" As soon as the murderous voice fell, I saw him swooping up with a paintbrush in his hand, facing the front Tangning attacked.
The extremely fast figure came with a powerful murderous aura. The round bamboo in Tangning's hand flashed with light and turned into a sharp sword in her hand. The next moment, she also greeted her.