When Zhang Wenzhong drove this half-new van to the compound of the Yuntai City Military Division, the sky had already completely darkened. After being interrogated by the guards and checking Zhang Zerui's identity, he was finally allowed to enter the military sub-district compound. Of course, on the way back to the military sub-district compound from the antique street, he had already thrown the pile of spiritual materials sent by Xia Feiguan and a few magic weapons scavenged from Luo Wensen into the Qiankun pot.

After all, these things can't be seen by too many people, and Zhang Wenzhong doesn't want to cause some unnecessary trouble.

When Zhang Wenzhong walked into Zhang Zerui's residence in the military sub-district with the things he bought from the auction, Zhang Zerui and Xiao Lianan had already returned here, and they also teamed up with Zhang Luo to arrange a sumptuous dinner, waiting for him to come back and start together.

At dinner, Zhang Wenzhong took out the New Year's gift he bought from the auction and gave them to the two of them.

Although Zhang Zerui was complaining that Zhang Wenzhong was spending money indiscriminately and didn't know how to save, but from the look in his eyes, Zhang Wenzhong concluded that he liked this New Year's gift quite a lot, but because of his identity and face, he refused to tell the truth in his heart.

In this regard, Zhang Wenzhong just smiled and did not say anything.

As for Xiao Renan, she likes this New Year's gift quite much, and she is about to close her mouth when she smiles.

The night is getting deeper.

The compound of the military subdivision also became silent.

After Zhang Zerui and Xiao Lianan fell asleep, Zhang Wenzhong, who was not at ease, took out the liquid again, and the two of them fell into a short sleep.

After doing all this, Zhang Wenzhong took out the painting of Madame Hua Rui, which had survived the catastrophe and was not destroyed, spread it on the table, and examined it over and over again, trying to find out why it was not destroyed by the catastrophe. However, no matter how he examined, he couldn't find any clues, so he could only be at a loss.

After more than an hour of unyielding inspection, Zhang Wenzhong shook his head, sighed lightly, and said secretly: "It seems that it is impossible to figure out why this painting was not destroyed by the Heavenly Tribulation in a short period of time. Well, I'm not in a hurry for a while, so I'll leave it to ponder later......"

He made a gesture to roll up the painting and put it away, leaving it for later research.

However, just as his fingers touched the painting, he felt a strange spiritual power fluctuation appear on the painting.

This spiritual power fluctuation was very well concealed and concealed, if it weren't for Zhang Wenzhong's divine sense being strong enough, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to detect its existence. What surprised Zhang Wenzhong even more was that this spiritual power was somewhat similar to his spiritual power......

"What's going on?" Zhang Wenzhong's eyes narrowed slightly, and a jīng light flashed from his eyes, and he guessed: "This painting of Madame Hua Rui should be just an ordinary painting. It stands to reason that it is absolutely impossible to produce spiritual power fluctuations! Could it be that the previous Heavenly Tribulation actually caused some changes in this painting that I didn't know about?"

After a little pondering, Zhang Wenzhong felt that this possibility was quite large. So, he dismissed the idea of rolling up the painting, and did not move to guard himself, waiting for the imminent changes in the painting.

About five minutes later, a refreshing scent suddenly appeared in the room, and filled the entire house in a very short time.

Zhang Wenzhong's expression remained unchanged, and he said secretly: "It's here." ”

At the same time, he took a deep breath of the incense and carefully discerned it. In the end, he found that this is not a simple ordinary aroma, but a ** fragrance that stimulates the human cerebral cortex to produce hallucinations!

In the midst of this fragrant wind, a silver bell-like laughter rang out.

Originally, in this dark night, even the most beautiful laughter suddenly sounded, it would make people feel creepy and chilling. But after having the previous ** fragrance, this abrupt laughter not only looks weird and terrifying, but also has a little bit of seductive flavor. People, especially men, can't help but be attracted by this laughter, and can't wait to find out the owner of this laughter.

Zhang Wenzhong turned to look in the direction where the laughter came from.

A woman dressed in ancient costumes with a classical graceful beauty that has long been lost by modern people is standing in this room, looking at Zhang Wenzhong with a smile. Judging from the appearance and dress of this woman, she is the lady of the flower in the painting.

"This painting turned out to be a demon......?! Could it be that it is also the changes brought about by the Heavenly Tribulation?" Although Zhang Wenzhong is a god who has not changed, he is already full of doubts in his heart.

"Excuse me, can you do me a favor?" said the painting demon at this time, her voice was extremely soft, full of demagogic power, and even gave goosebumps to Zhang Wenzhong's back.

Her demagogic power is fatal to ordinary people, but for Zhang Wenzhong, it is still a little lacking. After all, his attainments in Zhu Youshu have reached the point of perfection.

"What do you want me to help you?" Zhang Wenzhong asked, a playful sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"I want your heart, can you take it out and give it to me?" While speaking, the painting demon had already walked in front of Zhang Wenzhong.

Like most cultivators who saw Zhang Wenzhong for the first time, the painting demon was not able to feel the existence of spiritual power from Zhang Wenzhong's body. Therefore, she naturally regarded Zhang Wenzhong as an ordinary person. I want to make a little trick like before, so that he obediently takes out his heart and dedicates it to himself.

It's a pity that Zhang Wenzhong is not an ordinary person.

"I only have one heart, but I can't give it to you. ”

After looking Zhang Wenzhong up and down, she said in surprise: "Hey, your mind is quite firm, and you haven't been fascinated by my ** incense......" Her expression suddenly became hideous, and she was ready to pounce on Zhang Wenzhong: "Since that's the case, then I'll do it myself and dig out your heart and eat it!"

Zhang Wenzhong had already taken precautions against this, and he didn't talk nonsense, and immediately released a surging sword intent, condensing into seven brilliant flying swords in front of him, and arranged the Big Dipper Seven Star Formation on his own to draw the demon.

A puzzling scene happened at this time, after feeling Zhang Wenzhong's fierce and powerful sword intent, the painting demon turned out to be surprised, and regardless of the seven shè shining swords to himself, he just knelt on the ground and bowed to Zhang Wenzhong: "Knock on the master!"

This sudden change made Zhang Wenzhong stunned, and the seven brilliant flying swords of the painting demon also hovered in front of the painting demon under the control of his consciousness, but he did not relax jǐngti, and still maintained the posture of the Big Dipper Seven Star Formation, once the painting demon had a change, these seven bright flying swords would be able to attack her at the first time.

Zhang Wenzhong asked in a deep voice, "You just called me master?"

The painting demon didn't dare to slack off, and replied respectfully and honestly: "I was able to open my spiritual consciousness and turn into a human form, all thanks to you, and naturally I want to serve you as my master." Moreover, when my spiritual consciousness was first opened, I was already branded as a master, and in this life, I am the slave of my master. ”

"Oh?" Zhang Wenzhong raised his eyebrows, and immediately released a wisp of divine consciousness into the painting demon's body to probe the situation.

Although he felt Zhang Wenzhong's divine sense, the painting demon did not resist, but instead restrained his spiritual power, so that Zhang Wenzhong could better detect it.

"In the depths of this demon's soul, it was really branded by me, no wonder she was able to detect my identity after I released my sword intent. Although my appearance and spiritual power are different from those in my previous life, my divine sense and sword intent have not changed. After some testing, Zhang Wenzhong's brows furrowed even tighter, and he said with a puzzled face: "But what is going on? Is it related to the Ninety-Nine Soul-Destroying Tribulation?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Wenzhong hurriedly asked, "Let me ask you, how did you open your spiritual sense? Also, how did you escape that Heavenly Tribulation? Apart from you, are there any other magic weapons or objects that have escaped the Heavenly Tribulation? Where are they all now?"

This series of questions made the painting demon a little confused. After clearing her thoughts, she replied, "I don't know how I opened my spiritual sense, but all of a sudden, I had spiritual consciousness. As for the catastrophe or something, I haven't even seen it, so I don't know how I managed to escape it. When I had spiritual sense, I was surrounded by some of my kind. A few of them were able to transform into the like, and they left us first, and we don't know where they went. I and a few others of my kind couldn't transform at the time, so we had to stay where we were. Later, several humans appeared, discovered our existence, and took us away......"

From the painting demon's answer, although Zhang Wenzhong was unable to find out the reason why she escaped the catastrophe, he knew that she should have opened her spiritual sense in this catastrophe. Except for her, the magic weapons and objects on her body have not been destroyed, and it is very likely that they are still intact.

Although the painting demons didn't know the reason why they had escaped the Heavenly Tribulation, those magic weapons that had already given birth to machine spirits must have witnessed the process and knew the reason. I just don't know where they're scattered now. However, there is always hope for solving the mystery.

Glancing at the painting demon who was still kneeling on the ground, Zhang Wenzhong withdrew his sword intent and said, "Get up and speak." ”

After the painting demon stood up, Zhang Wenzhong was surprised to find that her cultivation was also extremely strange.

Judging from the strength of her spiritual power, her strength should be in the late stage of Jindan.

But her body turned out to be ......

The golden body after the catastrophe?!