"What did you want me to do?" Zhang Zhifeng.

"Hehe" the golden skeleton smiled gloomyly. "You will understand when you can enter the painting! Then!" The golden skeleton also threw the scroll in his hand to Zhang Zhifeng.

Zhang Zhifeng snorted coldly at the golden skeleton and reached out to grab the scroll he threw.

Immediately, Zhang Zhifeng suddenly turned his head and reached out to grab Yan Momo's chest...

In an instant, a burning feeling spread from the chest throughout Yan Momo's body.

"Be careful." Zhang Zhifeng said with concern.

Yan Momo, who was blushing, raised her head but met Zhang Zhifeng's pure eyes full of care. Then Zhang Zhifeng was calm and sat on the ground and looked at the painting seriously.

Yan Momo looked down and saw that the wound on her chest had completely recovered. She hurriedly pulled her clothes to cover the transparent whiteness. She looked at Zhang Zhifeng with some confusion and said, "Can't you feel his hand?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhifeng, who was looking at the scroll, was smiling and glanced at his hand.

...

Looking at the two scrolls in his hand, Zhang Zhifeng's heart was a little difficult to calm down. There was a world hidden in the painting that always made him feel like he was dreaming.

Zhang Zhifeng couldn't help but compare the two paintings, and it was obvious that the scroll given by the golden skeleton was much better. The paper was the most beautiful, delicate white rice paper brush, and the delicate style was heroic, just in terms of painting, it was undoubtedly thousands of times better than the one he found on the Evil Dragon River. This painting painted a fairy mountain in the sea with a fascinating artistic conception.

It is easy to draw a conclusion-these two paintings are by no means the same person!

Zhang Zhifeng was already wondering why the different scrolls born from different people were born into the same "little world"?

Zhang Zhifeng thought for a while and suppressed the doubts in his heart and looked at the painting carefully.

He originally came to paint. If the golden skeleton had not used forced force and injured Yan Momo, Zhang Zhifeng might have been happy to help him study the scroll.

Now, Zhang Zhifeng is still willing to study this scroll, but it is hard to say whether he will help the golden skeleton with any help.

Zhang Zhifeng looked at the painting's ever-changing mountains and rivers in his eyes, and the white clouds floating around the mountains were as fascinated as smoke. This is not the image in the painting, nor is it the so-called scene of the small world in the painting, but the rapid deduction in Zhang Zhifeng's mind.

Zhang Zhifeng already had a guess that whenever the changing scene in his mind is very similar to the scene in the small world in the painting, his mind will be shocked by all the thoughts. After all, his whole spirit will enter the world in the painting.

Zhang Zhifeng felt that to let the spirit enter the painting, you must first deduce the scroll in your mind until the scene deduced in your mind is roughly consistent with a certain scenery in the painting.

This conclusion was not another reason because Zhang Zhifeng found that every time he saw the mountains and rivers he saw were not the same place!

Of course, with Zhang Zhifeng's thoughts at the realm of Heavenly Saint, tens of thousands of changes arose in a flash! The trend of the mountains and clouds floated roughly, it was normal for him to "see through" this painting quickly under the incomplete strict requirements.

In order to confirm his thoughts, Zhang Zhifeng once again flew in his mind and saw the scene he was looking for.

"call out"

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound. This time, Zhang Zhifeng clearly saw the scenes around him shattered. He seemed to instantly smash hundreds of layers of glass and crossed the fragments. He saw, heard, and felt the world in the painting.

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"Wow!" Zhang Zhifeng counted the scene he saw when he entered the painting, and it turned out to be exactly the same as the scene he finally stopped when he was flying and deducing!

"It's really that way?" Zhang Zhifeng closed his eyes and then exited the scroll.

In this way, Zhang Zhifeng was even more confused. The world in the painting was actually what he thought in his mind. Is this real existence or is it just a profound illusion?

It seems incorrect to say that it is an illusion because the painting is an ordinary drawing paper or an ordinary paper, and there is no slightest amount of martial arts and energy on it, which will never affect a master like Zhang Zhifeng falling into an illusion. But if there is really a small world in this painting, it will be even more unbelievable that the teeth twitch.

"Hmm? There is!" Zhang Zhifeng immediately touched Yan Momo's voice transmission and said, "Momo, I feel the secret of seeing the world in the painting. Come and try it!"

"Really?" Yan Momo asked in a soft voice.

"Yes." Zhang Zhifeng nodded affirmatively and was about to tell Yan Momo how, but suddenly frowned, "Wait maybe there is danger."

Zhang Zhifeng suddenly stood up and shouted at the golden skeleton: "I have a question that is very important and you must answer me!"

"Ask."

"How did you see the world in the painting? I want to know...Well, this..."

"You don't have to explain anything, I tell you. I just see the world in the painting just luck! After a long time of painting, I accidentally flashed with inspiration. I seemed to see the scene of the world in the painting and then I really saw it." The golden skeleton replied in confusion.

"It's really true!" Zhang Zhifeng couldn't help clapping his hands.

Yan Momo asked anxiously: "What is the Juejiao? I want to see Feng, tell me quickly!"

Zhang Zhifeng thought for a while and said, "Be careful." Then he told Yan Momo the method he guessed.

Yan Momo opened her eyes wide and smiled at Zhang Zhifeng with a naughty smile to show him peace of mind.

Zhang Zhifeng looked around and saw Yan Momo's eyes flashing with strange colors, which were very cute.

After that, Yan Momo's eyes suddenly darkened and seemed to have lost all her magic.

Zhang Zhifeng was shocked and was about to reach out and suddenly realized that it was Yan Momo's spirit that had entered the world in the painting!

After waiting for a while, Yan Momo still had no reaction. Zhang Zhifeng's heart couldn't help but get in amazement. Could it be that Yan Momo could not find the method?

After thinking about it, Zhang Zhifeng felt that it was really possible that he was anxious to think of a solution, but saw Yan Momo sitting down like a shock, but the spirit in her eyes had recovered.

Yan Momo's body was sweating coldly, and she said anxiously with a terrified expression: "The stone platform is so big! It's all about blood like the sea, and it's all about blood!"

Zhang Zhifeng's forehead had a few black lines hanging down, and he could not imagine how Yan Momo deduced the huge stone platform and the sea-like blood in his mind in the landscape and cloud painting outlined by this stroke.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhang Zhifeng hugged Yan Momo and could feel her body trembling in fear.

Suddenly, Zhang Zhifeng's eyebrows tightened and his heart was filled with a shiver. After all, there were many battles that Tian Sheng had passed through. Why was he so scared?

If there is really a world in this scroll, then is there really a huge stone platform surrounded by blood?

Zhang Zhifeng couldn't imagine what the scene that could scare Yan Momo would look like. A hint of chill rose in his heart. What was the picture?

There are green mountains, flowing water, mist and mist, rising fairy aura like a fairyland; there are also mysterious stone platforms with blood waves that are unpredictable to gods and ghosts?

"Momo looks at me!" Zhang Zhifeng looked at Yan Momo's face and thoughts. Soon, Zhang Zhifeng clearly 'sees' the scene in Yan Momo's memory.

Perhaps it was because of the lack of the feeling of being there. Zhang Zhifeng only felt that the monstrous red was so bright that it was false that there was no sense of horror in his heart.

"What's wrong? Can you see through the painting? What did you see?" the golden skull asked anxiously from afar.

"The blood is all blood!" Yan Momo said in fear.

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhang Zhifeng slapped Yan Momo's back and shouted, "Tell me where is it inside? Why is there such a scene?"

"I don't know that there are immortal mountains, fairy fairy fairy clouds and fairy birds in the painting, and it's the blood you dripped in just now?" said the golden skeleton.

"Bastard!" Zhang Zhifeng shouted anxiously and waved his hand and slapped it out, but this time the golden skeleton quickly flashed.

"My blood? I just dripped a little sand! Don't say how much blood can we have on both of us? What Momo saw is the sea of ​​blood! It is the sea! Do you understand?" Zhang Zhifeng roared angrily, "Is this painting an evil magic weapon? What do you want to use us to do?"

"I really don't know what blood is in the painting. This painting was passed down by my master and told me to understand it thoroughly. Then I took off a red thread bound to it from the three-legged tripod in one of the white jade houses." The golden skeleton said with great urge to say what was in his heart.

"Oh?" Zhang Zhifeng didn't care that he was already attracted by what the golden skeleton said. "What you want me to do is to help you remove the red line on the white house cauldron?"

"Yes! I have been practicing for tens of thousands of years for the master's last wish!"

"Wait" Zhang Zhifeng's mind kept flashing with speculations and he suddenly said, "I'll go and have a look."

Zhang Zhifeng looked at Hua Yi and concentrated his mind. He immediately simulated the scene that Yan Momo saw. In an instant, the scroll in Zhang Zhifeng's eyes became twisted and turned into a huge wave of blood.

The next moment, Zhang Zhifeng clearly felt that he had penetrated hundreds of layers of glass in the instant of lightning. His spirit appeared in the world in the painting again.

Zhang Zhifeng was shocked when he looked at the scene in front of him.

The huge waves soaring into the sky are endless bloody ocean.

Below Zhang Zhifeng is a huge stone platform with a length and width of nearly a thousand meters, like a square island in the sea.

Zhang Zhifeng thought about it and wanted to concentrate and watch. The scene in front of him changed. He had already appeared on the stone platform.

Only then did Zhang Zhifeng realize that the stone platform was a huge chessboard with strange shapes on top of the board.

This is not any kind of chess that Zhang Zhifeng knew, but Zhang Zhifeng could feel that this thing was definitely very ancient because those chess pieces had not moved for many years and were now tightly tied to the stone platform as inlaid as they were inlaid.
Chapter completed!