Chapter 501

Leng Wuchen feels the energy breath from the painting, which is unbelievable.

This is... Built in border? Cold traceless face has been unable to use shock to describe.

Leng Wuchen has seen the records in the organization books, some of the built-in boundary arrangement is very complex, and is not easy to detect.

But it's basically some distant boundaries, and the energy is very huge, but the energy in the painting is not only powerful.

Is there a hole in this painting? Leng Wuchen frowned and thought.

As if there was an ancient power calling him forward.

Leng Wuhen has his own unique views on murals, wall paintings and Paper paintings.

Under the guidance of rain devil, he once said that everything has its own spiritual way, that is, divine consciousness. Maybe in your eyes, it is just a dead thing, but in fact it has its own soul.

You don't believe why it should open up to you, to accept you and tell you that it really exists.

It's like a child who teaches you to grow up, but you think it's useless.

Why don't teachers teach those who are worth teaching.

Leng Wuhen still remembers the painting he put away when he destroyed GE's family. It was a woman who seemed to smile at herself at that time.

And now this mural is too cold to trace the feeling is different.

When the cold wind blows, Leng Wuchen shakes his head and suddenly moves closer to the mural of the Chai family. He looks at the things in the painting as if they are moving.

A man in white is standing in the cold wind. A woman's phantom looks at the distant sky.

Surrounded by a faint white mist, and slowly flowing, cold traceless to determine that they do not dazzled.

The painting is really flowing and obviously faded. In other words, the painting is changing colors.

Little stars burst out, and the sudden light was cold and traceless. Some of them couldn't open their eyes.

Leng Wuchen subconsciously covered his sight with his hand and rubbed it until he got used to it.

Can't help but curiosity to reach out to touch up, bursts of light with cold no trace out of the right hand to spread.

Slowly engulf the cold traceless hand until the whole person disappears in the mural, and the dazzling light disappears.

From the outside, there is no difference in the mural, which is the same as before, but cold traceless disappeared in it.

Cold no trace at this time lies in a similar mountain, but around a vast expanse of white, fog around between the day and the ground.

Warm energy can be felt everywhere.

And this fog is formed by energy, cold and traceless slowly relaxed, he knew that the scenery here was no different from that of the mural.

Only the ancestor of the Chai family, the figure of the man in white, was missing. When Leng Wuhen thought that he might be tied here, there was a cold and proud voice behind him.

"After all these years, someone can finally feel my existence!"

Leng Wuhen followed his voice and turned his head. What he saw was a man in white robe, looking at Leng Wuhen coldly.

There is not much difference in Leng Wuchen, because this person is the one on the mural, who can walk into the painting by himself. What else is impossible.

Leng Wuhen said faintly, "you are the youngest and the only one in Chai family who can become the patriarch in less than 30 years?"

the man in white was a little surprised when he heard Leng Wuhen's inquiry, and then he said, "Er! If there is no similar situation in the future, it may be me

Cold no trace heard the other party such answer, brain obviously a little short circuit up, in the heart secret way, amount! Is this really the one in the legend? How does it feel like Jiang Chengtian has some funny attributes.

Looking at that, the ancestor of the Chai family burst out laughing and said, "I'm sorry, actually I'm such a person. It's just that the rumor is not credible. My only hobby is picking up girls..."

Listen to Leng Wuchen, his mouth is speechless, and he opens his mouth wide. This is really the head of the Chai family in its heyday a hundred years ago. He really dares to say anything. It's very casual.

The ancestors of the Chai family then said in a slow voice, "my name is chailang. I should have been dead for hundreds of years."

Leng Wuhen nodded reluctantly and said in a low voice, "nice to meet you. I'm lengwuhen. I'm still alive!"

After hearing this, Chai Lang's expression changed slightly, as if something touched his heartstrings.

Then the voice fluctuated a little and said, "you are not the descendants of the Chai family?"

Leng Wuhen felt that the ancestors of the Chai family seemed to be lost, but he replied with a smile: "yes, I am not the descendants of the Chai family."

Chai Lang's expression was dignified. He seemed to be asking himself, trying to find a reasonable explanation.

"Then how did you get in? It's not the descendants of the Chai family. How could you feel here and come in? No, no, NoLeng Wuchen can't explain this phenomenon. At least the ancestors of the Chai family are right. They are not the Chai family, and they can't have Chai's blood in their blood. Where did they come from?.

Then he scratched his head in embarrassment, trying to break the awkward atmosphere, for fear that the spirit of the ancestor of the Chai family would burst out in front of him.

But Leng Wuchen thought too much. Chai Lang just couldn't understand it, and then suddenly another burst of laughter rang out from his mouth.

He said with a smile, "I don't care who you are, but since you can come in here, it's really predestined. Why don't you talk with me? I'll send you out if you feel bored."

Cold no trace heart very helpless, but there is no better way, hands cold no trace very clear two oneself are not each other's opponent.

However, why is the ancestor of the Chai family so funny? He can really be the head of the clan. What did the Chai family go through before? He can't bear to think about it.

At the beginning, Leng Wuhen looked at the other side's cold face and thought he was a very serious person. With the gradual familiarity, the uneasiness in my heart also eased a lot.

They sat on the foggy hillside and asked coldly, "is this painting true or false? I don't know how to explain it clearly. Generally, I have no answer."

Chai Lang, obedient, suddenly fell back to the ground and looked at the starry sky. "It's true, it's true, it's true, it's true, it's true! Why do we have to be serious? Maybe the world we live in is just a fake. "

"Maybe everything is just a fantasy in the mind of an unknown creature. If you have more fantasy, it will be true. Can you understand what I mean?"

Chai Lang said with a smile that he swept his eyes at the cold no trace sitting beside him!