The level of the word "chess" disappeared, and the space where Han Bing was located immediately lit up.

A white picture scroll fell from the sky and met Han Bing's eyes.

I saw that the scroll was made of transparent crepe de chine, but it was dyed smoky gray, and it looked depressing.

A series of rolling white mountains, from left to right, run through the whole picture, adding a coldness to this gray world.

Underneath the scroll, there is an ice bridge lined with snowflakes on both sides of the bridge. Their branches were crushed by a thick layer of snow, as if they would be unable to bear any more snowflakes and their branches would break. Be the first to update

And on the bridge, there are two backs, one high and one short. Judging from the simple sketch, it can be concluded at a glance that the petite figure with long hair on the left and waist is a weak woman, and the burly figure on the right is a man.

Han Bing looked at the abyss under the small bridge again, and suddenly found that it was actually a river.

Although it was covered in smoky gray, a closer look reveals tiny cracks in the ice and a halo of water ripples under the thin ice.

"It's really a miracle, the first time I saw this painting was unremarkable, but it couldn't hide the smart atmosphere contained in it. Be the first to update"

Han Bing felt as if he was already in the world in the picture scroll, feeling the snowflakes falling from the sky. I immediately recalled in my mind the white figure that fell in the ring of the forbidden land of Xishan.

Suddenly, there was a change in the scroll, and the back of the majestic shore on the right disappeared.

The woman stood sideways, looking in the direction in which the man had disappeared.

After a while, a few drops of red blood appeared on the white ground on the right from the inside out, and it was constantly expanding.

The traces of blood, slowly staining the entire scroll in the lower right corner.

Han Bing was moved, approached the scroll, and gently stroked the blush on the corner.

It's actually wet?

He lifted his hand, only to see that his hands were covered in slimy red liquid.

And the smell of blood?

What's going on?

It stands to reason that it should be entering the 'book' word level, why did you suddenly jump out of the 'drawing' word level?

Even if it is a level with the word "painting", how can human blood come out of the picture scroll?

He released his soul sense, starting from the red blood stain in the right corner, and peeked at the entire scroll one by one.

The cold breath in the painting envelops the soul consciousness: the cool breeze is swishing, and the chill is thick.

The soul couldn't help but shudder.

It's like a real place, sealed in a scroll. More and faster chapters are here.

So what is the key to solving this game?

Could it be to find the hidden treasure in the scroll?

Or find the vanished figure?

When the soul consciousness traveled the entire world of the picture scroll, it found nothing.

It returned to www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion when the woman on the bridge suddenly turned around and looked at it.

Although it is ethereal, it is as if those cold pupils can see its existence. More and faster chapters are here.

The woman's hand like an ice crystal gently stretched out towards the soul consciousness.

"Squeak ......"

When that hand touched the soul sense, it shattered, and several long cracks appeared.

Han Bing was so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew his soul consciousness into his body, and looked at the woman with a broken arm on the scroll in surprise.

The woman turned around and looked at Han Bing.

"Crunch ......"

Before Han Bing could see her appearance clearly, he saw that her entire body was covered with countless cracks. Be the first to update

"Boom la la ......"

Her entire body was like an ice sculpture, suddenly shattering and turning into a pile of ice crystals, piled high on top of the ice bridge.

The scroll trembled slightly, and the goose feather snow flying in the sky suddenly turned into a torrential rain, washing the whole land.

After a while, the patterns on the scroll were washed away by the rain and only a few thick black ink marks flowed down. At the bottom of the scroll, a rolling river is formed. Be the first to update

The seven hall masters in the main hall watched intently at the sudden changes that occurred in the light curtain.

Han Long said interestingly: "This sub-competition project is mainly to test the disciples' literacy of beauty. However, no one has been able to break it since ancient times. Because no one has cracked the 'qin' level, I don't know what the next level is about. This time it can be regarded as a blessing for the eyes, and it can get a glimpse of the majestic profundity of this ancient extinction. ”

Sun Tianxiang, who was dressed in a blue robe, suddenly stood up and approached the light curtain.

Seeing Han Bing's appearance in the light curtain, he was worried: "Elder Liu, you really have one more genius in the Wood Spirit Hall. However, the more this is the case, the more difficult it is for him to get out of this pass. ”

Liu Masi's heart was heavy, and he replied: "Elder Sun and Liu thought of one place. This 'piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hops' tests not only one's own aesthetic sense. In fact, in Liu's view, it tests the talent and understanding of a disciple. The higher the understanding, the more difficult the test will be. ”

Han Long's eyes were solemn, and he interjected: "We don't know why the masters of my love pavilion arranged it like this a thousand years ago. The first time to update, but for now, it seems that this level is ruined or not, for others, it doesn't matter. ”

The muscles on Leng Bingling's face twitched, originally she wanted to use this to suppress Mu Lingtang, but this cold dragon seemed to be born to clash with her, and he gave her a wake-up call from time to time.

"Also, no one has ever scored in this game. Even those who are unlucky enough to enter this place can only wait until the end of the preliminary round and then automatically return to Death Valley. Wu Sen said gently, glancing at Leng Bingling, whose face was ugly.

This time, Liu Ma Siding will not lose to Leng Bingling, the slut.

In the light curtain, Han Bing looked at the scroll in a daze, but the light curtain suddenly flashed a strong light, which made the Seven Hall Master turn his head.

"Who opened the other mechanism?" Leng Bingling exclaimed, longing for the figure to appear in the light curtain, it was her apprentice grandson, Rao Rou.

In the light curtain, Gongsun Rao Rou, who was dressed in a golden robe, slowly flashed, and Leng Bingling's hanging heart also let go, and he let go of his fist.

I saw Gongsun Rao Rou smiling proudly, looking at the copper wall carved with strange totems in front of him.

Leng Bingling said with a smile: "Gongsun Raorou, this girl is the best at breaking the formation. At this level, it seems that my day mourning hall is going to take the lead. ”

But at this moment, several people suddenly poured in the light curtain.

Han Yue'e, who was dressed in red gauze, took the lead, looked at Gongsun Raorou's back, and said with a smile: "Thank you really for helping us open the door." ”

Gongsun Rao Rou heard Han Yue's voice, looked back, and said in shock: "Why are you all here!"

I saw that behind Han Yue'e, all the personal disciples except Han Bing followed.

Yuwenfeng immediately walked to Gongsun Raorou's side and said, "I don't know what went wrong, obviously I was sent to other projects, but I was swept here by a black wind." ”

When everyone heard this, they all nodded in agreement.

"I'm also in a gale!"

"Me too!"

......

Before a few people could react, they saw that at the entrance of the "Lost Ancient Array", nearly a thousand people were rushing over......

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