"Trying to leave!" Xu Muhai was anxious, stamping his foot on the ground, his body soared into the sky.
Leaping up, he tried to capture the Golden Silk Linlang Beast.
However, the speed of the Golden Silk Linlang Beast was just too fast, and despite having divine steps, Xu Muhai still found it hard to catch.
"Hmph!"
His silver needle failed to keep up with the speed of the Golden Silk Linlang Beast, which made Mu Qingge obviously a bit dissatisfied.
With a light snort, Mu Qingge flicked his sleeve, and unexpectedly, a scroll flew out.
The scroll unfurled in the wind, and on that scroll was clearly painted a mountain cliff.
The vines on the cliff were dense, and at this moment, they transformed into thousands of tendrils extending from the painting, turning into several ropes reaching towards the Golden Silk Linlang Beast.
"Painting Treasure!"
