Chapter 927: Thank you friends

She looked at the surrounding scenes. They were originally in the house. At this time, they were in a clearing halfway up the mountain. On this ground, there was no trace of the house even a little bit before.
She was slightly surprised. The house looked fake, how could it disappear with the death of the middle-aged man? If she didn’t understand the reason, she put the matter aside for the time being, and went forward to check and made sure that the middle-aged man was dead. Then she rummaged through him and put away all the useful things. .
"Master Tang..."
Qi Mufeng sat down on the ground. Although everything around him disappeared, his injury did not disappear. He was injured in the internal organs by the tiger beast in the painting. In addition, he was still worried. At this moment, he relaxed. , The whole person just felt that even the strength to stand up was gone.
Tangning stepped forward, probed his palms, took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and said, "Don't worry, you can't die. Take out those scrolls and let me have a look."
I don't know what medicine he put into him. I only know that after the medicine is in the abdomen, there is a breath of spiritual power that quickly repairs the wounds in his body, and eases the originally painful body a bit.
After thanking him, he quickly took out the paintings he had put away, piled dozens of paintings in front of him, and said, "All are here."
Tangning opened all those paintings, and saw that although the middle-aged man was dead, the patterns on the paintings did not disappear. Because the pattern could be unlocked by the natural fire, she directly burned those patterns with fire. After seeing those patterns missing, the figure on the drawing moved, and the next moment he fell out.
"Thank you fellow daoists for helping me. A certain is grateful."
"Thank you fellow daoists for your help. If you are not fellow daoists, I'm afraid we will be trapped in the painting for the rest of our lives."
"Thank you fellow daoist, thank you..."
Those who fell out of the painting, whether male or female, old or young, stood up and saluted Tangning in gratitude. They saw this little monk fighting against the painter earlier in the painting, but Later, they were put away and could not be seen. Now that they can see the sky again, they naturally know that this little monk saved them.
Among those rescued, in addition to the sect disciples Tangning and the others met, there were a few others who hadn't seen before. Perhaps they were trapped in the painting for too long, and the spirit of these people seemed to be drawn away. After doing the same, his expression is also very haggard, and one by one seems to be wounded.
On the contrary, Jiang Fan and the others may have been trapped for a short time, and their expressions are much better than others. However, although Jiang Fan has escaped from the painting, one hand is always trembling involuntarily.
They recognized Tang Ning and Qi Mufeng, but they didn't expect that it was this child who seemed to be less than five years old to save them.
"I didn't expect to meet two more people here, thank you for your life-saving grace." Jiang Fan handed his hands and thanked him. Although he tried to suppress his hand, Tesuji trembles as if uncontrollably.
Tangning glanced at his hand, and saw his hand trembling all the time, and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"
Jiang Fan dropped his hand to his side and smiled bitterly: "When he fought with the painter, he was injured by his brush." ​​He is a monk, and his muscles and veins were injured. I am afraid that this hand will no longer be able to hold the sword to fight. Now, thinking of this, my heart can't help but feel a deep pain.