Tang Mo walked towards the table cautiously, her mind always surrounding the table. She walked around cautiously, moved the chair with her mind, walked closer, and lowered her eyes to look at the ink paintings on the table.
It is a landscape. At first glance, there is nothing unusual about it, but if you look carefully with your mind, you will find that this painting is actually breathing!
Breathing in and out, the frequency was very slow, and the fluctuations were very weak. Tang Mo would have missed it if he missed it.
She frowned and thought, monsters and plants can be cultivated, could it be possible that calligraphy and painting also have the potential for cultivation? Or is this just a treasure? How can a treasure eat people?
Yes, she suspected that both Fu Yunxiu and Wan Qi Ziyan were eaten by this painting.
Tang Mo casually wrote a picture of flames and said to the painting on the table: "You'd better spit the person out quickly, or I'll burn you with a fire."
Ink painting:...hiccup~!
Tang Mo:!!!
"Did you hiccup?!" She said in disbelief: "Are you provoking me?"
Ink painting started pretending to be dead again.
Tang Mo had no choice. She had never seen anything so weird and didn't know where to start.
After thinking about it, she threw down the flame talisman in her hand. She couldn't write everything in vain.
As a piece of paper, even though it has been transformed into a treasure, it is still made of paper in essence. It is afraid of fire, even if the fire cannot harm it at all. But the ink painting still jumped up, floating in the air, facing Tang
Mo was shaking, as if he was demonstrating.
Tang Mo frowned, and in an instant he threw out another flame talisman.
The ink painting ducked away quickly, and then the landscape in the painting turned into a whirlpool, creating a huge suction force.
Tang Mo quickly grabbed the table to control his body, but the painting took the opportunity to stick to it. As soon as he caught it, Tang Mo felt dizzy and lost consciousness.
In the study, the ink painting fell on the desk, hiccup~!
Tang Mo was woken up by the sound of water flowing, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the gray-white sky. He sat up and looked again, and the surroundings were only black and white and gray.
The black river, the big white trees, and the gray trees are very monotonous.
Is this the inner world of ink painting?
Tang Mo was not in a hurry, but took out the compass and sent Fu Yunxiu a message. She just wanted to give it a try, but she didn't expect to receive a reply!
Fu Yunxiu——Where are you?
Tang Mo looked at Zhou and replied - By the Black River.
Fu Yunxiu:......
——Stay where you are, don't move.
Within half an hour, Tang Mo saw the bodies of Fu Yunxiu and Wan Qi Ziyan, followed by a group of half-true and half-false... "people"?
When everyone came closer, Tang Mo opened his eyes wide and exclaimed: "It's you! How did you become like this?"
The man in front of her was one of the ninth-level warriors who had helped her break the formation before. Now he was far apart. The man in front of him turned into a form as black as ink from his feet to his thighs.
The man smiled bitterly: "Half a day after coming in, I started to be assimilated. Several people have completely turned into water and melted into the river."
Half a day? Tang Moyi, it hasn't been half a day since they opened the door.
Fu Yunxiu explained: "The flow of time in the painting is much faster than that in the outside world."
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Tang Mo frowned and asked, "How long have you been here?"
"Two hours." Fu Yunxiu said: "This world is very small, except for us, it is the mountains and rivers in front of us."
Wanqi Ziyan also said: "We have tried every possible method, but we still can't get out."
All the warriors who had been photographed earlier were in despair, and the one who had been there for the longest time only had his head left.
It’s hard to imagine how they gradually accepted that they were about to die, and that their bodies could only turn into a stinky puddle.
Tang Mo looked at Si and asked, "Have you tried setting fire?"
Fu Yun nodded, unable to suppress a bit of sadness in his eyes. He looked at Tang, his heart filled with reluctance.
Tang Mo frowned, it shouldn't be. Everything in the world, even the most dangerous Zetsu, will leave people with a chance of survival. There is no place where death is inevitable in this world.
What's more, this painting is just a treasure for cultivating spiritual wisdom.
"Where did you set the fire?" Tang Mo asked
road.
Fu Yunxiu came back to his senses, lowered his eyes and said: "It is natural to light a fire in the mountains and forests."
Tang Mo looked at the dark stream and said, "So, you haven't tried setting a fire there."
Fu Yun Xiuyi immediately reacted and said quickly: "Yes, those people turned into ink and merged into this river. If there is a breakthrough, this river is indeed the most likely." He said angrily: "Why didn't I think of it just now.
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Tang Mo consoled him: "Common sense, no one will light a fire in water. No, not now. Let's go and try."
When the two came to the river, except for Wan Qi Ziyan who followed him uneasily, the others sat on the ground and cried. There were even a few female warriors who had hugged each other and started crying.
Tang Mo looked back and clicked his tongue. If you have time, why don't you think about how to get out? What's the point of crying? Give up before death is imminent. This kind of person is not suitable for treasure hunting adventures.
She raised her hand and wrote several wood-attribute talismans, still in mid-air.
Fu Yunxiu raised his hand with tacit understanding and struck the rune with one strike. The rune instantly burned and fell into the black river.
The three of them held their breath, and the flames burned firmly in the river. After a while, they naturally extinguished.
The three of them were silent, staring at the river not knowing what they were thinking.
After a while, Wanqi Ziyan asked: "Is it because the flame is too small?"
Tang Mo became more energetic and said in a deep voice: "Come again!"
This time she wrote dozens of talismans, fearing that the wood spirit would be weak, she also wrote more than ten stacking talismans, ensuring that they would burn for a long time!
Fu Yunxiu once again used thunder and lightning to light up the runes, and the rising flames dyed half of the sky red.
Tang Mo still thought the fire was not strong enough, so he kept adding more firepower with his right hand and his left hand.
This, the peace of Heihe was finally broken.
A huge wave rolled up on the river, rushing towards the flames, and seemed to be extinguished, but when the waves came into contact with the flames, they burned instead, and thick black smoke emitted.
Seeing this, Tang Mo's eyes showed a hint of joy, "It's done!"
Fu Yunxiu's eyes flashed, he opened his collar, and a series of thunder and lightning hit the river. Suddenly, the river burned even more fiercely.
At this time, the entire ink world began to move, shrinking and trembling, and there were coughing and retching sounds from time to time, as if I was about to vomit.
Sure enough, the entire ink world shrank, and Tang Mo felt the squeezing from the surrounding space, and then before her eyes, she fell from the air to the floor of the study room.
Then, the people "eaten" by the ink painting were "vomited" out one after another.
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