Xiao Hei flew out of the scroll and grabbed the middle-aged man in front of him. After he quickly retreated, it flew to the table and grabbed the painting of Qi Mufeng and flew to Tang Ning.

"Tang Tang, I saw him trapping people in the painting." Xiao Hei said, loosening the grasped painting and falling into Tang Ning's arms.

"I've guessed it long ago."

She caught the painting, and the breath of spiritual power surged in her body, and a fire light rushed up, burning the pattern on the scroll. As the pattern was destroyed, a spiritual power surged out, and a light flashed, Qi Mufeng, who was trapped in the painting, fell out in a mess.

"Ahem! Master Tang, I almost died..." Qi Mufeng coughed twice, stood up and retreated aside: "You have to be careful of this person, he pushed me into the painting, and I can't get out of it."

"Go and put away all the paintings." Tang Ning glanced at him and signaled him to take off the paintings on the wall first.

Seeing this, Qi Mufeng hurriedly stepped back to the railing and put the paintings hanging on the wall into the space first so that they would not be damaged after a while.

After all, if there is one person in this painting, there will be dozens of people inside here, but I wonder if they are all still alive?

"Don't try to move my painting!"

When the middle-aged man saw that he was going to get his scroll, his face darkened, he threw out a blank scroll, and made a mark in his hand, and a call was given: "Come!"

I saw a flash of light, and the scroll flew towards Qi Mufeng. There seemed to be a force on the scroll to suck him in. At this moment, a bamboo knocked heavily, knocking the scroll to the ground from mid-air. The spiritual power on the scroll seemed to be dispersed, and the scroll fell into the shape of an ordinary scroll. The middle-aged man seemed to be shot down with the scroll being shot down, and his power retaliated. He took a step back and a trace of blood was overflowing from his mouth.

"Um!"

He covered his chest and looked at the five-year-old child in shock and disbelief: "How is that possible! How could that bamboo break the power of my scroll!"

Tang Ning held the round bamboo in his hand, and a faint light of spiritual power was filled with the bamboo. She looked at the shocked middle-aged man and said, "It is evil to use people to paint. Since ancient times, evil has not overcome justice. Not to mention breaking your painting, it is more than enough to kill you."

"Impossible! Ordinary flames cannot burn my scroll, nor can I burn my runes! The fire you use is not ordinary flames, but the destiny sky fire!"

He shouted loudly, his gloomy face with murderous intent: "I didn't expect that I would take a look away. An inconspicuous five-year-old child has a natal fire! Then, this crow must be your contract beast, an ancient divine beast!"

As he spoke, his sleeves moved, spiritual power appeared in his hand, and a brush appeared on his hand. The small brush became larger in his hand, and the tip of the pen shone with a sharp cold light like a sharp sword. A powerful force surged above the pen holder.

"It's not too late to find out now. As long as you kill you, your contract beast will belong to me!" A voice containing murderous intent fell, and he saw him rushing up with a paintbrush in his hand and attacking Tang Ning in front of him.

The extremely fast figure came with a powerful murderous aura. The round bamboo light in Tang Ning's hand flashed, turning into a sharp sword and holding it in his hand. The next moment, he also met.
Chapter completed!