"If I hand over this picture and satisfy their greed, they will willingly let me out. "There was a sturdy affirmation in the eyes of the Xiangshi!

Sha Mu looked at the scroll in his hand, "It's precious, right, do you really want to hand it over?" Once they have the only portrait of the Singing Charm, combined with the Butterfly Flying Fire Secret Technique, it will be like a tiger with wings. ”

"Yes, it's a high-quality bait and an incredible bait for them!, but the singing charm is invisible, and the tracking and control of the butterfly Spitfire means nothing to it. ”

When Sha Mu heard what Xiang Shi said, the tension in his eyes slowly calmed down.

But the phase master always likes not to have a wonderful twist, and he spoke again, "What they are looking forward to is another harvest, using the Butterfly Flying Fire Secret Technique, on that painting scroll, to extract your remaining memories, it may be worth a try." ”

Sha Mu was speechless, "Xiangshi is sure that they won't succeed at all, so they let them try?"

"They'd better be able to summon the Singing Charm! Even if they can't get him to appear, it's good to shake its mind! The control of one's own power will not be very secure. ”

Sha Mu frowned, "If that's the case, you won't need Ning Yue's secret anymore!"

"So," the master said as he slowly descended the upper steps of the altar. On the last step, he turned back slightly, "I thought you'd thank me, but you're just doubting me." ”

"Xiangshi only needs your purpose, and he doesn't care about my gratitude at all. Sha Mu's gaze descended the stairs, and finally stopped at Xiangshi. The crystal ball on his chest didn't know why, at this time, it was hidden as if it didn't exist.

The phase master did not stop his steps and continued to move forward, already past the first arch, and the next moment, the light reflected from the crystal ball on his chest illuminated the colorful gold beads on the top of the altar, and his voice seemed to echo along that luster, "It doesn't matter whether it's doubt or gratitude, because I really want to rescue you." But even if I did, it would be hypocritical to say it was for your good. It's best that when I'm gone, you'll find that excuse too, and we can use each other, and you'll get the excuse you want. The fragrance that lingered in the altar sounded like a prayer to the gods.

When the Xiangshi was about to walk out of the altar, a line of Xiangshi flashed behind him.

When they formed a team and walked out of the altar intact, a boulder fell, completely cutting off all connection between the altar and the outside.

But Sha Mu can clearly feel that the sand wind hovering in the altar is still blowing, and the most important thing is the smell of the sand, which is extremely fresh, so there must be a close connection between here and outside.

Shamu looked at the hollow place from top to bottom, from left to right, but none of them looked like windows that could be seen through at a glance.

To find that place, you can only rely on feelings. Shamu told himself.

But it's hard.

Because the altar is a circular structure, the wind in it travels through it, making it easy to discern where it comes from and where it goes.

In the hollow holy tower, Shamu closed his eyes, imagining the direction of the wind with all his heart, thinking of the distance between it and him, seemingly boundless, or perhaps only within a stone's throw of it.

Then those huge voids that could not be moved were blocked, and they were scattered in an instant.

He suddenly opened his eyes in a strange way, and looked at the strangest shape of the symbol in front of him. Subconsciously walked over. A pair of eyes approached the special symbol, and through the raised carved gap on the symbol's font, the vast yellow sand could be seen. He curiously tried some of the other symbols, and it was still the same. It turns out that these special symbols are hidden windows above the altar.

He looked down. Originally, I thought that if the Xiangshi had just walked under the altar now, he would not have a good perspective to see them.

However, he really underestimated the significance of the existence of this symbolic window, and his gaze bent very well in the process of sagging, or should have happened a few, so that people couldn't figure out how it was rotating. So that he could see so clearly.

Just below the holy steps in front of the altar, the guards of the Great Clan loomed in the mist. These people are outside the altar, waiting for the appearance of the physiognomy teacher. The leader is the servant of the Da Yan clan, and those aliens. He had carefully examined these aliens, and their physiognomy was as unique as the mystical arts they possessed. But now, what he noticed was the eyes of the alien leader. The bright beam seemed to easily cut through the mist and reach the outer wall of the altar that concealed his gaze from the strange symbols.

Even when that gaze arrived. He could also hear the sound of hitting the sacred stone outside the altar because of the excessive force.

He was sure that there was a threat in that gaze. Fortunately, there was a fog drifting by. Forcibly cut off their gaze.

When the fog cleared again, he tried to look at Shamu in the same position again, but he could no longer see the sharp gaze of those eyes. The aliens finally looked away.

Sha Mu thought to himself as he continued to observe the situation outside from a better angle. After all, he can't go anywhere now except for Xiangshi. Xiangshi wants to convince the Great Clan to restore his reputation, but he doesn't care, he just wants to tell the Khan everything he knows, and then the Khan will decide what is right and wrong. As for what he really should be bothered about. How to persuade Wuwu to leave Hezhou Gongzi, but not to leave the desert. He Zhou Gongzi played a lot of tricks to forcibly keep Wuwu by his side, but the only thing he didn't do wrong was to let Wuwu continue to stay here. But if carefree can really go with him, it must be because of his promise to take her out of the desert. Rather than how to convince yourself that the physiognomist can save the reason why he can save himself. He wanted that reason even more. How he does it, is sure that it is good for carefree. And worry-free can also be recognized as he does.

A rush of sand swelled, like the edges of a sharp blade brushing his face.

His mind returned to the reality in front of him.

Will the subordinates of the Da Yan clan, those who have been tricked by them, take the scroll out of greed, as the master guessed?

The savage and rough yellow sand urged everyone's robes to fly in the yellow sand. Only the master's larger robe stood still in the wind. As if it were not a person at all, but a portrait standing still.

They're talking. Although the distance was so far that Shamu could not hear their conversation intact, or even see the shape of their mouths.

But when he saw the servant, he made the guards behind her kneel on the soft sand and salute the master, and she herself did so. The robe on the handmaid closest to the phase master was swept by the sand wind, and even touched the corner of the robe, which was still unmoving.