Super Dragon Cultivation System

Zhang Xing didn't waste any time and said.    

"Uh! Okay! Okay!"    

Wan Zhenxing, who was in shock, hurriedly took out a scroll from his interspatial Storage Belt.    

He hesitated for a moment when he handed it over to Zhang Xing, but still handed it over.    

Zhang Xing was delighted in his heart, but his expression was very serious.    

He stood up and went to an empty table. He put the scroll on it and carefully opened it.    

This was a black and white landscape painting. It looked no different from an ordinary painting.    

The mountain range was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the black bamboo swayed with the wind in the forest.    

A winding mountain path passed through the forest from the top of the mountain, and meandered all the way to the stream at the bottom.    

A small wooden bridge was arched on both sides of the stream, and there was an unknown grassland on the shore.    

In the middle of the grassland was a thatched hut. The board of the chessboard could be vaguely seen on the stone table outside the house.    

When he looked around, he could see the Misty Cloud Mountain, which was hidden from time to time. They were surrounding the grass patch.    

This painting gave people the impression that it was a basin.    

Zhang Xing looked at it carefully and did not feel anything strange.    

He took out the chessboard and placed it on the stone table.    

The size was just right. Not a single cent more, not a single cent less!    

"I can't tell that these are two things at all. The chessboard looks like it's in a painting."    

Zhang Xing muttered. He looked at it from a few different angles, but he could not see any flaws.    

Wan Zhenxing and the Wan family sisters were also looking at it with a strange expression on their faces.    

"That's right. It seems like the painting artist has reached an extraordinary level."    

"Un! That's right. The rumors were indeed true. The chessboard and the painting were one. But why is there no reaction? "    

Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, the chessboard on the stone table suddenly moved.    

Everyone, including Zhang Xing, thought that they were seeing things.    

Zhang Xing stretched out his hand to grab the chessboard, but his palm only touched a flat painting...    

"The chessboard is in the painting?"    

Zhang Xing retracted his hand and could not help but mutter.    

Then, he stroked the board with his palm and held his chin as he pondered.    

Indeed, the chessboard really merged into the painting and was quietly placed on the stone table.    

It was just like the original painting.    

"This... What's going on?"    

Seeing this strange scene, wan Zhenxing and the Wan sisters all gathered around and touched the drawing with their hands.    

"Don't touch it, retreat immediately!"    

Just as Zhang Xing spoke, wan Zhenxing and the Wan sisters' expressions changed dramatically.    

Their palms entered the painting uncontrollably, as if they were about to be swallowed.    

"I... I can't move!"    

Wan Mei's face was pale as she shouted in horror.    

"I... I also..."    

Swish!    

Before Wan Zhu could finish his words, a golden light flashed, and the three men's palms were instantly cut off by the heavenly halberd.    

Immediately after that, a rebounding force pushed the three of them more than ten meters away.    

Hiss!    

The three of them couldn't help but clench their teeth in pain and suck in a breath of cold air.    

However, this pain was far from as intense as the scene before them that had shocked them.    

They saw three palms that had been severed from their wrists slowly enter the painting in front of their eyes.    

However, there was no abnormal reaction from the calm scene.    

It was too strange!    

This painting could actually devour people!    

"All of you, recover from your injuries first. Don't approach!"    

Just now, Zhang Xing suddenly felt a strong sense of danger coming from the painting. He immediately opened his mouth to stop it, but it was still too late.    

He made a prompt decision and cut off the wrists of the three men.    

His palms could be regenerated, but if he was sucked into the painting... Zhang Xing had no way to save them.