The genius talisman doesn't want to work hard

Chapter 75 A Lifeline [Three Updates]

Tang Mo cautiously walked towards the desk, surrounded by mental power all the time, she circled cautiously, moved the chair away with mental power, walked a little closer, and looked down at the ink painting on the table.

It was a picture of mountains and rivers. At first glance, there was nothing unusual about it, but if you observe carefully with your mind, you will find that this picture is actually breathing!

Between one breath and one breath, the frequency is very slow, and the ups and downs are also very weak.Tang Mo almost missed it.

She frowned and thought, monsters and plants can be cultivated, so could calligraphy and painting also have the potential to cultivate?Or, is this just a treasure?But, how could the treasure eat people?

Yes, she suspected that both Fu Yunxiu and Wan Qiziyan were eaten by this painting.

Tang Mo wrote a Flame Talisman casually, and said to the painting on the table, "You'd better spit it out quickly, or I'll set you on fire."

Ink painting: ... hiccup~!

Tang Mo:! ! !
"Are you hiccupping?!" She didn't dare to reply, "Are you provoking me?"

Ink painting began to play dead again.

Tang Mo was helpless, she had never seen such a weird thing, and she didn't know where to start.

After thinking about it, she still threw down the flame talisman in her hand, and wrote everything, so she couldn't write it in vain.

As a paper product, although it has been refined and turned into a treasure, it is still made of paper in essence. It is instinctive to be afraid of fire, even if the fire can't hurt it at all.But the ink painting still jumped up, floating in mid-air, shaking at Tang Mo, as if in a demonstration.

Tang Mo frowned, and in an instant another flame talisman was thrown out.

The ink painting avoided it sensitively, and then the landscape in the painting turned into a vortex, accompanied by a great suction.

Tang Mo quickly grabbed the table and controlled his body, but the painting took the opportunity to stick to it. As soon as he touched it, Tang Mo felt dizzy and lost consciousness.

In the study room, the ink painting floated on the desk, hiccup~!

Tang Mo was woken up by the sound of running water, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the gray-white sky. When he sat up and looked again, the surroundings were gray except for black and white.

The black river, the white land, and the gray forest are very monotonous.

Is this the internal world of ink painting?

Tang Mo didn't leave in a hurry, but took out the compass to send a message to Fu Yunxiu. She just had an attitude of giving it a try, but she didn't expect to receive a reply!
Fu Yunxiu——Where are you?
Tang Mo looked around, and replied - beside the Black River.

Fu Yunxiu: ...

—Stay where you are, don't move.

Within half an hour, Tang Mo saw the figures of Fu Yunxiu and Wan Qiziyan, and behind them were a group of half-truths and half-fake... "people"?
When everyone approached, Tang Mo widened his eyes and exclaimed, "It's you! How did you become like this?"

The man in front of her was one of the ninth-rank warriors who helped her break through the formation before. It had only been a long time since they were separated, and they were alone, but their feet and thighs turned into a black as ink.

The man gave a wry smile: "Half a day after coming in, I started to be assimilated. Several people have been completely turned into ink and melted into the river."

long time?Tang Mo was taken aback, it had not been a long time since they opened the door.

Fu Yunxiu explained: "The flow of time in the painting is much faster than the outside world."

Tang Mo frowned, and asked, "How long have you been in?"

"Two hours." Fu Yunxiu said: "This world is very small, except for us, it is the mountains and rivers in front of us."

Wan Qiziyan also said: "We have tried all possible methods, but we can't get out no matter what."

The warriors who were photographed before were already desperate, and the one who had the longest time only had a head left.

It's hard to imagine how they accepted that they were about to die little by little, and that there was nothing left but a puddle of stinky ink.

Tang Mo looked around and asked, "Have you tried setting fire?"

Fu Yunxiu nodded, his eyes couldn't help showing a bit of sadness, he looked at Tang Mo, his heart was full of reluctance.

Tang Mo frowned, it shouldn't be.Everything in the world, no matter how dangerous the Jedi is, will leave a glimmer of life for people. There is no place where death is inevitable in this world.

What's more, this painting is just a treasure that cultivates spiritual wisdom.

"Where did you set the fire?" Tang Mo asked.

Fu Yunxiu came back to his senses, lowered his eyes and said, "Of course the fire must be lit in the mountains."

Tang Mo looked at the pitch-black river, "So, you didn't try to set fire there."

Fu Yunxiu was stunned for a moment, then he realized, and quickly said: "Yes, those people have all melted into this river in the form of ink. If there is a breakthrough, this river is indeed the most likely." did not expect."

Tang Mo comforted: "It's common sense, everyone doesn't know how to light a fire in water. It's okay, it's not too late, let's go and try."

When the two came to the river, except for Wan Qiziyan who followed up worriedly, the rest of them sat on the ground in a daze, and even a few female warriors hugged each other and started crying.

Tang Mo glanced back and clicked his tongue. If you have time, you might as well think about how to get out. What's the use of crying? If you give up before you die, this kind of person is not suitable for treasure hunting.

She raised her hand and wrote a few wood-attribute runes, which were still in mid-air.

Fu Yunxiu raised his hand tacitly, and a thunderbolt struck the rune. The rune instantly burned and fell into the black river.

The three of them waited with bated breath, the flame was burning firmly in the river, and after a while, it naturally went out.

The three of them fell silent, staring at the river, wondering what they were thinking.

After a while, Wan Qiziyan said: "Could it be that the flame is too small?"

Tang Mo lifted his spirits and said in a deep voice, "Come again!"

This time she wrote dozens of runes, fearing that the wood spirit power was not enough, she also wrote more than ten superimposed runes, which guaranteed to burn for a long time!
Fu Yunxiu ignited the runes again with lightning, and the rising flames dyed half of the sky red.

Tang Mo thought the fire wasn't strong enough, so he kept adding the wooden talisman with his right hand and the wind talisman with his left hand to the flames.

This time, the peace of Heihe was finally broken.

Huge waves rolled up on the river, rushing towards the flames, as if trying to put out the fire, but after the waves touched the flames, they burned instead, emitting thick black smoke.

Seeing this, Tang Mo's eyes showed a look of joy, "It's done!"

There was a flash of light in Fu Yunxiu's eyes, he opened his field, and thunder and lightning struck the river one after another. Suddenly, the river burned even more fiercely.

At this time, the whole world of ink painting began to move, shrinking and expanding, and there were coughing and retching sounds from time to time, as if it was about to vomit.

Sure enough, not long after, the entire world of ink and wash shrank, Tang Mo felt the squeeze from the surrounding space, and then her eyes went dark, and she fell from the air to the floor of the study.

Afterwards, the people who were "eaten" by the ink painting were "vomited" out one by one.

　Three chapters will be updated in a row, and the remaining two chapters will be posted after finishing writing~
　　
　
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