Chapter 141 Strange Picture Scroll

Yang Feng took off his coat and lay down on the bed. He felt a warm breath, and a smooth body climbed up his body without warning.

At this time, he was not wearing a coat, and the smooth touch was almost obvious.

Needless to say, it is naturally Wang Feixue.

She is not a shameless person, and she also knows that Yang Feng can't stay for her, but she also knows that Yang Feng has no feelings for her. Therefore, she wants to leave something while he is still there.

A pair of plump and soft white rabbits, a pair of boneless soft, a white and graceful body, a heart that has already jumped in chaos, Wang Feixue astringently covered his red lips...

Sensing the heat and enthusiasm from her body, Yang Feng's blood veins rose, pulled her body, and his eyes radiated a hot light and fiercely covered the snow-white...

A ray of dawn shone into the window sill in the morning, and Wang Feixue touched the pillow. It was empty, and he was no longer there. Tears dripping quietly.

On the ancient road leading to Jinyang City, a strong horse ran away with a green-shirted teenager.

The green mountains are hidden, the ancient road is vicissitudes, and the young man walks resolutely.

After crossing the ancient road, he entered the mountains and forests. The Kunwu world is originally mountainous and foresty, not to mention the Great Jin Dynasty known as the central region. Therefore, Yang Feng had to lead the horse in.

The mountains and forests were quiet, and only the occasional sound of birdsong disappeared. At this time, the silver-winged black tiger suddenly appeared in his sight and jumped on his shoulder.

The silver-winged black tiger sometimes disappears, and Yang Feng doesn't care. After all, the black tiger is a monster, and he wants to have his world. Yang Feng never thought of having him by his side all the time. Therefore, he didn't ask him. When he saw him appear, his face was happy.

"Where have you been these days, Xiaohei, have you gained anything?" Yang Feng was used to the heavenly demon tiger ancestor calling Xiaohei. Although he had the same name as Wang Xiaohei, he did not mind, but felt more cordial.

Xiao Hei shook his head.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Yang Feng stopped asking and walked to the depths of the mountains and forests. There are many beasts in the mountains and forests, but I haven't seen any monsters along the way. I don't know if it's because of Xiaohei. After all, he is the king of beasts. And it is one of the eight ancient demons.

Just as Yang Feng led the big yellow horse and walked forward, suddenly, a slight whisper came from Xiaohei. He looked up, and Xiaohei slowly walked towards a fallen leaf bush ten feet ahead.

Did he find anything?

Yang Feng also followed slowly.

After walking about ten feet, Xiaohei stopped, and Yang Feng also stopped. He looked up and saw a picture falling to the ground in front of him. Moreover, the painting has unfolded.

In the painting, a thin old man held a big white sword in his hand and stretched out flatly, as if he was practicing swords, but Yang Feng could not see what the sword move was. For a moment, he was a little puzzled, so he looked at it curiously and carefully.

But the old man's elegant manner and solemn expression, with a serious but seemingly inviolable expression on his face, which made people look at him and look at him. What is particularly strange is that the sword has only one body and no hilt. The old man actually holds it on the handle, which seems to be like a broken sword, and there is a little bright red on the tip of the sword, like blood and something else, which is so strange. What's more strange is that the round color is changing, gradually turning purple and gradually turning black.

What's going on? What is this? Why does it look so weird?

Yang Feng vaguely felt that something was wrong. He quickly walked aside and ignored the painting, but Xiaohei seemed to be a little unwilling and bit Yang Feng's trousers. The meaning could not be more obvious. He asked Yang Feng to come forward and have a look.

Just as Yang Feng was about to step forward, suddenly, a strange cry came from behind him: "Kid, flash!" A red shadow came flying.

Yang Feng quickly flashed aside and looked at it, but after waiting for a long time, no one appeared, and the empty woods were still empty. He was surprised, dispersed his consciousness and searched around, but for a long time, there was no one around. What's going on? Where did that cry come from just now?

He turned his head to look at the one on the ground, his face changed greatly, and the whole picture completely changed. The painting was completely covered by a mountain and river, and the scenes just now became a scene in the mountains and rivers, and it was completely shrouded.

What the hell is going on? What is this strange picture scroll? Why did this strange mountain and river appear all of a sudden? Yang Feng was puzzled.

When he looked carefully again, his face changed sharply again. The sword in the old man's hand in the painting has disappeared, and there is a bloody monster in front of him. The monster stared at a pair of fire eyes, rhinoceros horns, unicorn body, a golden tail, and straight limbs. Although it was on the picture scroll, Yang Feng could feel the strange evil spirit from the monster's body.

The whole painting seems to be alive, and the monster and the old man also seem to be around Yang Feng. It was the first time that Yang Feng met such a strange event. What is the mystery in this painting?

Just as he was looking at the suspicious clouds in his heart, suddenly, the voice just now sounded again, "Young man, don't look at it. If you look again, you can't see any reputation."

This time, Yang Feng heard it clearly and looked up. The sound came from the painting, and it was the old man in white in the painting. The old man's white clothes were very strange, like a robe and a cloak. In particular, there is a strange pattern embroidered on the right sleeve of the coat. If you look carefully, you will find that the pattern is very similar to the monster in front of him.

Yang Feng was shocked and quickly took a step back. He was too close, but he couldn't see it.

"Who are you?" Yang Feng exclaimed.

"Should I ask you this? Who are you, young man? How can you find the existence of this mountain and river array? The sound came out of the painting again.

"Mountains and rivers?" Yang Feng was puzzled.

Seeing that Yang Feng did not seem to have heard the name of the mountain and river array, the old man shook his head slightly, and then asked, "Is this the world?"

"Kunwu World."

"Ah, I came to the world of Kunwu. I don't know if Lu Kunwu is still there?"

"Lu Kunwu?" Yang Feng muttered the name. He had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. Suddenly, there was a loud noise on his head, and so on. Wasn't the world of Kunwu founded by Lv Kunwu? This old man asked that he was the founder of Kunwu World.

Yang Feng's voice has trembled a little: "Old man, are you asking the ancestor of Lu Kunwu, the founder of Kunwu World?"

"Ah, is he the creator of your world? Ah, by the way, he founded the Kunwu world, but there are not only Kunwu in this world, but also many different worlds?

Yang Feng has been shocked. Who is this old man and how can he be called an old friend?

"Dare to ask what is the relationship between the old gentleman and the creation ancestor?"

"Ah, you said Lu Kunwu, he is my nephew's apprentice."

Wow... Yang Feng couldn't stand it and sat on the ground with his buttocks shaking. He wiped his eyes and couldn't believe the facts in front of him.

"What are you?" Who will this old man be? I'm afraid there will be long live. Yang Feng's brain is a little short-circuited.

"Ha ha... I don't remember who I am anymore..." The old man seemed to be recalling the past, looking at the distance outside the painting.

Yang Feng is not a fool. Either the old man really doesn't remember who he is, or he doesn't want to say that for him, his name is just a symbol.

"Do you dare to ask the old gentleman, did the boy bother you?"

"Ah, that's not true. It's just because of you that I had to restart the mountain and river map, which also shaped the fire cloud beast. This is also God's will. The fire cloud beast finally became a fairy beast.

"What?" Yang Feng's face changed greatly. Fairy beast, how can there be fairy beasts? He has never heard that there will be fairy beasts between heaven and earth. The highest level of the beast is the heavenly beast. How can there be fairy beasts? Which world is this old man from?

"Children, in the final analysis, I really want to thank you. Without your disturbance just now, the fire cloud beast would not have woken up so soon. Even if it woke up, it would not be possible to become a top fairy beast. Tell me, whatever you want, I can help you achieve it."

Yang Feng was stunned. He didn't know what had happened. He only knew that he had accidentally smashed a big thing and completed the monster because of his intervention.

But what's wrong with the fairy beast? He is really curious.

"Dare to ask the senior, what is that fairy beast?"

"Uh..." The old man was obviously a little surprised that Yang Feng didn't understand what the fairy beast was.

"Children, it's not that I don't explain to you, but since there are no immortals in your world, it's better not to know. Once you know, I'm afraid it's not good for you. I don't think you can protect yourself now."

When Yang Feng heard this, although he was a little unhappy, he also understood that compared with others, he was afraid that he was not even a hair. So, bow your head and listen. I know that this old man is probably a strange existence.

"Okay, kid, it's time for me to stay. I have to go. I'll give you this painting."

said, suddenly, but seeing a flash of red light and white light, the people and beasts in the painting disappeared in an instant. Only a picture of mountains and rivers is left, empty...