Chapter 924

Xiao Hei flies out of the painting scroll, and his claws grab at the middle-aged man in front of him. After he quickly retreats, he quickly flies to the table and takes the painting of praying for the wind to Tang Ning's side.

"Tang Tang, I see that he has trapped people in his paintings." Xiao Hei said, releasing the painting he was holding and fell into Tang Ning's arms.

"I had guessed that."

When she catches the painting, the aura of spiritual power rises in her body, and a fire lights up, burning the pattern on the painting scroll. With the destruction of the picture pattern, a spirit power gushes out, and the light flashes. The praying wind trapped in the painting falls out in a mess.

"Cough! Master Tang, I nearly died... " When he fell to the ground and hit the wound in his body, qimufeng coughed twice, stood up and retreated to one side: "this man, you have to be careful. Even if I was pushed into the painting by him, I can't get out of it."

"Go and put away all those paintings." Downing glanced and motioned for him to take the pictures off the wall and put them away.

Praying for the wind to see the situation, he quickly went back to the hurdle and put the pictures hanging on the wall into the space first, so as not to be damaged in a short time.

After all, if there is only one person in this painting, there will be dozens of people in it. I don't know if they are still alive?

"Don't touch my painting!"

When the middle-aged man saw that he was going to take his scroll, his face sank and he threw out a blank scroll. He made a mark in his hand and said, "close it up!"

As soon as the light flashed, the scroll flew toward the wind of prayer. It seemed that there was a force on the scroll to suck him in. At this time, a bamboo knocked down the scroll and knocked the scroll down from the air. The aura of spiritual power on the scroll seemed to be scattered, and the scroll fell into the shape of an ordinary scroll. However, the middle-aged man seemed to be shot down along with the scroll, and the strength of the scroll fell back on the whole person Step back, a trace of blood spilled from the mouth.

"Well!"

He covered his chest and looked at the five-year-old child in shock and disbelief: "how can it be! How can bamboo break the power of my painting

Tang Ning held a round bamboo in her hand. There was a faint aura of spiritual power on the bamboo. Looking at the shocked middle-aged man, she said, "it's evil to take people into painting. Since ancient times, evil can't be good. Not to mention breaking your painting scroll, it's more than enough to kill you."

"No way! Ordinary flame can't burn my scroll, let alone my Rune! The fire you use is not a common flame, but a natural fire

He drank in a loud voice, his gloomy face with a murderous motive: "I didn't expect that I should have looked away. A humble five-year-old child should have a natural fire! Then, this crow must be your contract animal, the ancient god beast

As he spoke, his sleeve moved, and his spiritual power flashed. A brush appeared in his hand. The small brush became bigger in his hand. The tip of the brush was like a sharp sword, and there was a strong force surging on the brush.

"It's not too late to find out. As long as you are killed, your contract animal can also be owned by me!" As soon as the sound of murder fell, he swept up with his brush in his hand and attacked Tang Ning in front of him.

The extremely fast figure came with a strong murderous spirit. The round bamboo in Tang Ning's hand flashed and turned into a sharp sword. At the next moment, he also met him.