The ink that has not been absorbed by the rice paper is flowing downward, not very fast, and there are not many ink blots falling on the ground.

Incredibly, a large number of white dots of light flashed in the black ink, which disappeared at the bottom edge of the scroll as the ink fluttered downward.

After a while, the thick ink was still flowing downward, like a black waterfall.

The white dots of light are the most dense in the center of the scroll, and a vertical line can be clearly seen, which does look a little similar to a snow scene from a distance, and the light spots have a vague feeling of flying out of the scroll.

Mi Xue looked at the scenery in front of her in surprise and asked, "Child, how do you know that this is Qianxue Tu, you have seen it before?"

Wang Yi looked at the scroll and shook his head and said: "No, I was not sure at first, when I found it when I was looking for agarwood, I felt a little strange at the time, and I couldn't use it if I didn't use the rice paper framed, I thought that there might be some painting secrets in it, and when the mysterious person asked us to find a thousand snow pictures, I think it was almost it."

"Kid, you're smart, so go ahead and guess what the mystery man is going to do."

Michelle stared closely at the picture of "A Thousand Snows", staring at the flying elves.

"I'm reasoning, not guessing." Wang Yi corrected.

The dense area of white dots of light gradually parted to the sides, vaguely like a mountain peak being split, and in the middle was a deep canyon with winding paths.

The flying snowflakes obstruct the view, and people can't help but want to see more clearly, see what is in the canyon, and the white cold air overflowing from the picture scroll makes people feel like they are in a fairyland in the painting.

Unable to make the painting so far, Wang Yi smiled at the corner of his mouth and whispered, "Is it a strange ability?"

Mi Xue, who was standing beside her, was completely immersed in the painting, looking at the scroll intently, silent.

Wang Yi suddenly felt a lot quieter, staring at the scroll blankly, why did he feel so sleepy? Something seems to be wrong.

"Xiao Yi...... I'm so sleepy......" Mixue said in a daze.

"Me too, hehe, Sister Xue or we'll go to bed." Wang Yikou flower flower arrangement.

Michelle tried to take a step, but said weakly: "I'm so tired, I can't walk."

"That's not right! Wake up! Wang Yi roared in a muffled voice.

I have woken up and fallen into hypnosis, hypnotized by the snowflakes flying in the scroll.

"Bang!"

The picture scroll burst into snowflakes at the moment after Wang Yi finished shouting, shining with light blue light, and instantly filled the study.

Wang Yi and Mi Xue fell to the ground weakly and fell into a deep sleep.

Light snowflakes fluttered around the room, and the symmetrical six wings mobilized the various elements in the air, constantly flashing the corresponding colors.

Water elemental blue.

Fire elemental red.

Wind elemental white.

Cloud Elemental Black.

Thunder Elemental Gold.

The element of electricity is purple.

Hundreds of men in black surrounded the tomb-like Zhezhong TV Tower, dressed in black hoodies and robes, armed with black assault rifles.

Each person was about three meters apart, standing in two columns, and the inner column was vigilant against the TV tower, and several people were planting explosives on the ruins of the TV tower.

The black-clothed man on the periphery carried a firearm cross-body, his hands and wrists stacked together, and held up a golden transparent shield on his chest with runic paper, defending the thousands of white paper warriors in front of him.

The violent and ferocious white paper warrior became disciplined here, rubbing shoulders one after another, stepping neatly and gradually approaching the man in black, the black knife in his hand exuding a fierce murderous aura.

A middle-aged man in a gray suit squeezed out of the white paper samurai, with a Chinese face, a gold-framed eye, and a briefcase in his hand, dressed as a deputy secretary.

The spirited middle-aged man stood in front of the white paper warriors and waved his hand at them.

The white paper warrior stopped moving and waited in place.

The middle-aged man walked up to the man in black and asked, "Can I trouble your steward to come out?"

Two men in black aimed their guns at the middle-aged man who walked up, and said nothing.

The middle-aged man understood the habits of these members of the Heavenly Dao Divine Cultivation Society, and they rarely talked to outsiders, and said with a sad face: "Okay, then I have to treat you as the principals here, first introduce yourself, my name is Li Lushen, the head lawyer of the Heavenly Ce Alliance."

The man in black didn't respond, and the look on his face was still unwavering.

Li Lushen opened the briefcase, took out a document from it, handed it over, and said, "Now I inform you on behalf of the Tiance Alliance that your actions have affected our Tiance Alliance, please leave here immediately, otherwise we will take necessary measures."

No one took what Li Lushen handed over, and continued to point the gun at him, as long as he took another step forward, the end could be imagined.

"I'm embarrassed by you guys." Li Lushen smiled and pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose.

After a few seconds, Li Lushen let go of the document in his hand, the paper fell slowly, and the warrior raised the black knife and pointed diagonally at the sky.

The moment the paper hit the ground, the samurai rose into the air and slashed at the man in black.

"Bang!"

A thick explosion sounded in the air, and a golden ring protective wall suddenly appeared in front of the man in black, spinning transparent golden flames, bounced away hundreds of flying warriors, and protected all the men in black within the wall.

Li Lu's body was ejected for more than twenty meters, and the skin on his front was bruised, revealing bloody muscles, and his face was already showing white bones.

The white paper warrior continued to slash at the flame protection wall, and after a long time to no avail, the men in black inside the wall continued their work in an orderly manner.

"Don't you need some prawns at this time?" Li Lu sat up, and the skin tissue on his body was recovering at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

A lion covered in flames rushed from behind the samurai, ignoring the samurai on the road, and slammed into the protective wall, turning to the man in black on a rampage.

In a few moments, the color of the protective wall had darkened considerably, and the white paper warrior was able to rush in smoothly and stand with the man in black.

The battle situation was one-sided, the number of men in black was rapidly declining, and the men in black who were cut down turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated into the air.

Li Lu walked towards the lion, and after it turned into a young man about thirty years old, he spoke, "Hello Lord Yanyu, didn't the others come?"

"I don't know, I just finished doing what the Lord of the Underworld commanded, and I wasn't with anyone else."

Yan Yu glanced at the black-clothed people with a cold look in his eyes, and said, "It seems that this is just a temptation of the Heavenly Dao Cultivator Society, there should be their real people around here, I'll look for it."

Li Lu waved his hand and stopped: "Forget it, none of this matters, we are still here to protect the condensation of the Lord of the Underworld."

Yan Yu looked up at the crows in the air and asked, "What are you summoning these things for?"