"Humph~Humph~Humph~Humph~Humph~~"

Once, when Ning Feng reappeared in the study, he was not dragged into the scroll as soon as possible.

With a "bang", the magic pen fell to the ground and rolled gurglingly.

Ning Feng fell down and fell down, his whole body became depressed, as if his energy and spirit were drained away.

He regrets that!

I regret that I shouldn't have made big comments early. All the previous things were like nightmares. This artifact-spirited dream created simply poured out the adverse consequences of the previous paintings Ma Liang, asking him to wipe his butt.

"Is it finally... ended?"

Ning Feng raised his head and looked around the scene in the study.

There was no one next to him, otherwise he would have spoken out of surprise. Ning Feng's eyes were dull and exhausted. He knew that he was regaining the spirit in the dream of the spirit. He didn't know that he thought that the young man didn't know how to control him.

The magic pen is speechless, but there are changes in the study.

Surrounding Ning Feng's fall, it is a circle, and the scrolls float up one by one, as if a besieged city composed of scrolls is slowly rotating.

The rotation went from slow to fast. At first, Ning Feng could still distinguish the crying sedan chair of Miss Shen's family, Xiao Yu'er's sorrow and ugliness of the flower craze, and the bitter chanting of the flower craze. Later, the speed became faster and faster. In addition, the picture was hazy, Ning Feng seemed to be able to see the girls in the paintings turning around.

They were all vivid and bowed to him, or knelt down, and they all bowed with gratitude.

Ning Feng looked at this scene in ecstasy, and when he saw that the rotation was as fast as possible, he "boomed", and all the scrolls turned into countless golden dots of light dissipated.

Then, there was a golden light like fire in the study room, crawling every corner in a burning manner, and finally the entire study room suddenly scattered.

"Is it over?"

Ning Feng murmured to himself, and was somewhat reluctant to let it go.

"No, not yet!"

He suddenly noticed that there was another painting that did not turn into golden light and scattered.

There is a scholar on the painting. Just looking at his back, you will feel desolate and lonely, as if you have no attachment to the world. If you want to ride the wind, you can only be liberated in the palace in the sky.

On the scholar's back, there were a pair of wings stained from ink and wash, posing as if soaring into the sky.

"Isn't this the picture of the scholar's martyrdom?"

Ning Feng remembered the last scene he saw on the roof of the study when he just entered the dream of the spirit of the weapon.

The scholar rushed towards the scroll decisively, and then disappeared when he hit the scroll. Isn't it the one in front of him?

"Can't it..."

Ning Feng suddenly had a sense of consciousness in his originally empty eyes, as if he had guessed something. He stared at a certain part of the painting.

——Ink, wings!

He couldn't tell for a moment whether he was staring too hard, or something was going on, and ink wings seemed to be swelling in a trance.

The next moment, a ball of ink suddenly flew out of the painting and rushed straight to his face.

Ning Feng instinctively wanted to dodge, but he was slowed down half a beat and was directly hit by Mo Ji. The whole world suddenly became dark.

...

“Uh~”

The dark curtain faded, Ning Feng looked in front of him in a daze, and balls of light were emitting a glimmer of light. More of the feeling of universe-like void without up and down and left.

Spiritual Realm!

"It's out..."

Ning Feng felt lost and looked at his hands.

One is just the left hand, which turned into liquid on it. A ball of ink was squirming like life, and finally poured into the palm of the palm, as if it had solidified into a block of ink. Lying there quietly;

One is just the right hand, with a pen in the palm. A magic pen!

Ning Feng's eyes suddenly lit up.

Also lit up together is the magic pen. The magic pen is trembling, as if saying goodbye, turning into light and scattering at the next moment.

"Don't……"

Ning Feng was reluctant to leave. This magic pen was indeed the strongest treasure he had seen in his life, no doubt about it.

He instinctively reached out to grab it, and grabbed a piece of air.

Now, Ning Feng's eyes lit up dimmed again.

"I just knew."

He didn't mean to be too surprised, and shrugged his shoulders, that's fine.

"They are all flying tool-like spirits in this spiritual realm. The magic pen is obviously not this genre, and it is much more powerful."

"I can't guess how high it is, but it's so useful, but it's certain that there are only unexpected things and nothing can be done."

"How can such a baby be easily obtained?"

Ning Feng raised his head and thought with regret: "I think it has long since disappeared in this world, and it is only in the memory of its creation, right?"

His heart is even more clear at this moment.

"This pair of ink and wash wings should be 'drawn' by magic pen. It experienced the last memory of magic pen and its owner Ma Liang in the world."

Ning Feng judged: "I think that after Ma Liang came into the painting, he did not really die. What should he have experienced again?"

"Otherwise, these ink and wash wings cannot appear in the human world, and will not have a spirit of weapon, and will be hidden in the divine palace."

He thought to himself with some regret: "I don't know if I have any chance to draw with Ma Liang's magic pen in this life?"

Soon, Ning Feng calmed down his thoughts. Since it was impossible, there was no need to think about it.

He refocused on the palm of his left hand.

There, Yi Fang Mo was still lying quietly, his tentacles were cold.

"This should be the spirit of the weapon?"

Ning Feng smiled slightly and greeted, "Do you still remember me? I just walked in your dream."

"Now, let me see what you are."

As soon as the words finished, the ink shaking, melting, and turned into a ball of ink and floated up, just suspended in front of Ning Feng.

Immediately afterwards, a wind suddenly rose, as if it was blowing all the way from the most margin of the universe.

The light balls formed by the spirit of the artifacts moved away in all directions, giving way out, and a ray of ink and water rays were slashed through it, just like the ink grinding from the best pine smoke ink, drawing a full mark on the snow-white rice paper.

Mo Guang came to an abrupt end in front of Ning Feng!

“Huh?”

Ning Feng's eyes lit up again and were glowing.

The pair of wings appeared in front of him, but it was much more beautiful than the casual smear of scholar Ma Liang.

It is also the color of ink and wash. It also has a restrained luster that even the top ink cannot be rendered. Every feather on it is clearly visible, and the whole body has a sharp feeling of cutting through the white paper and breaking through the air.

"Good baby."

Ning Feng reached out to touch it, but when he reached the way, he saw the ball of ink that he guessed was the spirit of the weapon and pounced on the ink wings.

The next moment, the light of ink and wash burst out, and even Ning Feng's hand stretched out was dyed into ink and wash colors, and he seemed to be a person walking out of the painting.

The ink wings flashed and rushed straight to Ning Feng, and then he felt a subtle connection appearing behind him.

"Smack ~"

Ning Feng had just had an idea in his mind, and echoed his thoughts. A sound of slapping his wings suddenly came from behind him. Then a force was applied to his body, as if he was about to push him to fly high.

Just at this moment, a force that did not exist suddenly fell from a distant place and fell on Ning Feng's body.

Immediately, the sky was spinning and Ning Feng could see the surrounding situation again, Shen Zhaoxuan's smile appeared in front of him.

"Senior brother..."

Ning Feng was stunned for a moment, came to his senses, looked around and found that the person had already left the spiritual realm.

He immediately understood.

I think that when the ink-wash winged weapon spirit begins to summon the body, it will immediately attract the attention of the divine palace and teleport it out.

How come there is no guardian in the spiritual realm where countless artifacts and spirits are stored to create dreams?

The Divine Palace will not let its disciples choose and choose. If you make a basket of things, you will naturally choose them. If you recover, you will get out of here.

Ning Feng smiled, but was not disappointed, and he put his mind on his back again.

There, the ink wings were swaying gently, as if they were adapting. They were used to it, cheering, and jumping, and returning to the world.

"It turned out to be it."

Shen Zhaoxuan's eyes naturally fell on the ink wings.

As soon as his words came to his ears, Ning Feng became interested and asked hurriedly: "Senior Brother, do you know this treasure?"
To be continued...