Looking down the other side of the ice peak at your feet, a deep valley emerges under the heavy snow.

There is a small stream in this valley that stretches like a coiling dragon, and the stream flows quietly, quietly going straight into the distance. The brook is lined with blue-gray rocks, which are layered on top of each other, like a mille-feuille, and are covered with snow.

The stream flowed, and the whole stream was filled with a layer of white vapor, ethereal, and the sound of melting ice could be faintly heard in your ears.

The wind rises, and the snow drifts. It was as if a thick fog had been cast between the heavens and the earth.

The sky is blue, the peaks are high and the clouds are disturbed; The stream is murmuring, and the snow is rushing back to the wind. Under the surging mist, it is really like Mu Fengfei in the ethereal hail, and the vast air runs through the sky......

Everything in front of you seems to let people step into the secret realm of the vast fairy mountain with thousands of snow all year round, like a dream, beautiful.

"We ...... Where are we? ”

The fat man looked dazed, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

"I'm afraid we fell into the mural painted by Manager Sang......" I sighed as I looked at the vast snowy scene in the distance.

At that time, because the fat man was knocked off by the head of the nine-clawed golden dragon, he was injured and fell to the ground, and after getting up, he rushed to support me, so he had a vague impression of what happened before.

I explained to him what I saw after I fell to the ground and saw Mr. Sang painting, and how he eventually disappeared into the scroll.

"Murals? Are we being sucked into the mural? How is this possible?! ”

The fat man still didn't believe it, and shook his head.

I smiled bitterly, needless to say that it was him, and even I still feel incredible when I see the general situation of what has happened.

Originally, we thought that this painter was just constantly absorbing the Yin Soul to create the Yin Skin Talisman, but now it seems that our estimate is completely wrong.

Although the Yin Skin Talisman was powerful, it was just their side business, and the true use of the bronze murder coffin and the countless Yin Soul Spirits that it had cultivated was far more terrifying than we imagined. It's like Manager Sang said, "It's the main meal now......

On second thought, the reason why a painter is called a painter must be inseparable from painting. The golden pen that never left in Manager Sang's hand was probably the key to the key, the source of all his mana.

But no matter what the means, he can pull us into such a real picture scroll by painting, this kind of magic is simply unheard of, and it is terrifying!

From the brightly lit town, to the wooden coffins and bronze labyrinths, to the underground wing tombs, and the picture scroll we are in now.

The experience of the virtual and the real, as if it were the real and the false, made me have an extreme sense of distrust and trance towards both reality and illusion, and I couldn't figure out when this endless illusion would come to an end.

In any case, since we have been involved in this snowy picture, we can only take one step at a time.

My worries are not entirely from the environment I am in at the moment, but more importantly, I am concerned about He Xiaoqi and Xiao Jun who are hanging from the ceiling of the circular space.

The two of them are powerless, and they have lost contact with us, and sooner or later they will be poisoned. But being anxious is not the way, at this moment we can only find a way out as soon as possible, and the key is to get out of this vast snowfield as soon as possible.

My head was a little messy, and I forced myself to calm down. Thinking about it carefully, since this snowfield was painted by Manager Sang, and he disappeared into it under my gaze, I guess he must also be hiding in this painting.

Although it is not clear how this scroll is maintained and operated, theoretically speaking, no matter what kind of spell or strange array it is, the caster must not be too far away, and casting a spell thousands of miles away is an invincible fantasy.

In other words, Manager Sang has not had time to deal with Xiao Jun and He Xiaoqi for the time being, which has won us valuable time.

After discussing with the fat man, the two of them began to descend along the gentle slope of the ice peak, towards the snow valley with streams.

In fact, there is a white expanse everywhere here, and we have completely fallen off, and we don't know which path is the right choice, so we can only rely on our intuition and take one step at a time.

The fat man kissed the peach dagger in his hand numbly, and carefully inserted it back into the cowhide sleeve on his waist, which was very precious, and I got goosebumps when I saw it.

The wind had stopped, but the snow was still falling.

It's May, and the fat man and I are both wearing T-shirts and jeans, but we don't feel particularly cold in the snow, at least it's much better than during the blizzard.

This is obviously an unreasonable point. If nothing else, just look at the ice peaks under our feet and in the distance, and we can see that in order to form such a thick glacier and snow, it will take at least about minus 30 degrees Celsius for the whole year.

But the temperature here must definitely exceed -10 degrees, and although it feels cold, it doesn't make you shiver.

I don't know if it takes a lot of mana to maintain such a huge picture scroll, and if you can produce a scene, you can't maintain the temperature.

The wound that appeared on my arm, which was scratched by the nine-clawed golden dragon, was also healed by the treatment of glutinous rice dumplings. From the time the skin opened and the flesh bloomed to the present, there was not even a scab left, as if it had never happened.

We descended the gentle slope of the ice peak, slippery under our feet, and the soles of our shoes were struggling to walk on the snow that didn't reach our calves.

Several times, the fat man slipped and fell to the ground, and his ball-like body slid downward, embarrassed. Fortunately, the slope here is not steep, and it will be closed after four or five meters of gliding.

By the time we reached the babbling ice stream in the valley, it was already getting dark.

The sun above her head hung slanting low, and it seemed to have fallen into a flush, like the lips of a terminally ill girl, sick.

The clouds became thicker, and after being blown by the wind, they began to surge irregularly, and people couldn't help but reverie, fearing that there were demons and monsters hiding in them.

Above the sky was a deep red halo of light, which scattered and projected, staining the stream a rose-colored color, and also reflecting the rocks by the stream with a hint of ink-stained hideousness.

The snow in the air became larger, and the mist steamed with a warm white vapor by the stream, and the clouds were low and twilight, and the dignity was hidden in the mist.

The water of the stream is clear, apparently formed by the melting of glaciers, and it is as light as nothing in your hand. We were afraid of fraud, so we didn't dare to drink it even though we were thirsty, so we hurriedly washed our faces and gave up.

The snow-capped mountains and ice peaks lost their shape, turning gray and dark as the dusk spreads.

A furious roar resounded by the hazy stream, resounding through the valley, and frightened me and the fat man.

Looking up, I didn't know when a behemoth came out not far in front of me, which made people shudder......