Chapter 927 Thank You, Friend

She looked at the surrounding scene. They were originally in the house, but at this time, they were in an open space halfway up the mountain, and on this ground, there was not even the slightest trace of the house before.

She was slightly surprised. That house doesn't look fake, how could it disappear with the death of the middle-aged man? Unable to understand the reason, she put the matter aside for the time being, went forward to check, and determined that the middle-aged man was dead, so she rummaged through him and put away all the useful things. .

"Master Tang..."

Qi Mufeng fell and sat on the ground. Although everything around him disappeared, his injury did not disappear. He had been hit by the tiger and beast in the painting and injured his internal organs, and he was always worried. At this moment, he relaxed. , the whole person only felt that the strength to stand up was gone.

Tangning stepped forward and probed his hand veins before taking out a pill and stuffing it into his mouth, "Don't worry, I won't die, take out those scrolls and let me have a look."

I don't know what medicine he stuffed into his stomach, but after the medicine entered his abdomen, there was a spiritual energy that quickly repaired the wounds in his body, soothing the originally aching body.

After he thanked him, he quickly took out the paintings that he had put away, stacked dozens of paintings in front of him, and said, "It's all here."

Tangning opened all the paintings and saw that although the middle-aged man was dead, the patterns on the paintings did not disappear. Since the Heavenly Fire of Destiny could unravel the patterns, she directly used the fire to burn the patterns away, only to remove them. After seeing the absence of those patterns, the characters on the painting moved, and the next moment they fell out.

"Many thanks to my fellow Daoist for saving me, I am very grateful."

"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for your help. If it weren't for fellow Daoists, I'm afraid we'd be trapped in the painting for the rest of our lives."

"Thank you buddy, thank you..."

Those who fell out of the painting, male or female, old or young, all stood up and bowed gratefully to Tangning. They had seen the scene where the young monk and the painter were fighting in the painting, but it was only a matter of time. Later, they were put away and could not be seen. Now that they can see the sun again, they naturally know that this little monk saved them.

Among those who were rescued, apart from the few sect disciples Tangning and the others met, there were also several others who had never met before. Perhaps they were trapped in the painting for too long, and their spiritual aura seemed to be sucked out. After doing the same, his face is also very haggard, and each one seems to be injured.

On the contrary, Jiang Fan and the others may have been trapped for a short period of time, and their complexion is much better than others, but although Jiang Fan escaped from the painting, at this time, one hand is always shaking involuntarily.

They recognized Tangning and Qi Mufeng, but they didn't expect that it would be this five-year-old child who saved them.

"I didn't expect to meet the two of you here again. Thank you for your life-saving grace." Jiang Fan cupped his hands and thanked them. Although he tried his best to suppress his hands, the tendons of his hands seemed to be shaking uncontrollably.

Tangning glanced at his hand, and saw that his hand was shaking, she asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Jiang Fan lowered his hand to his side and said with a wry smile, "When I fought against that painter, I was injured by his paintbrush on his arm muscles." He is a cultivator and his muscles and muscles were injured. Now, thinking of this, I can't help but feel a deep pain in my heart.