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Chapter 302: Rescue at the helm

"You are right, both paintings are true." said the scholar Yinhook. "These two paintings are ink-dyeed pictures by Shanren Gongkou. The two are no more than one year apart."

"Men Gongkoushan?" I'm quite interested.

"The man from Gongkoushan was named because his family lives in Gonggongkou." The scholar Yingou explained, "This painting with dim ink was painted by him when he was an ordinary person."

"Ordinary man?" I said wonderingly, "Did he become an immortal later?"

"He has never become an immortal, but today's top ten legendary figures in the martial arts world are one of the people of Gongkou Shanren." The scholar Yinhook said with gaze. "He suddenly realized the truth in the process of painting, and integrated his martial arts into his paintings. He painted and painted in a move. Since then, he has created the painting school and finally became a master!"

Seeing the scholar Yinhook talking more and more excited, he was obviously the admirer of the people of Gongkoushan.

But these are all off-topics.

The point is that the three key figures of the Demon Dance: Xuan Ji, Green Swallow, Silver Hook Scholar, all of them are gathered together!

How do I feel like I have achieved some kind of achievement?

"Very good, very good." Wang Ziyun's eyes brushed across the three of them, turned around lightly, and stepped on his legs to face the yellow sand all over the sky.

Behind him were a whole fleet of camels, goods and people.

Ling Bo was hiking in front, and I was mixed with Xuan Ji, Green Swallow, Silver Hook Scholar and others in the camels.

What I unexpected was that the old man Chuimu whom I met in the underground casino was also there. He and Ling Bo walked side by side and followed closely behind Wang Ziyun.

"What is your young master?" Scholar Yinhook asked me quietly, "Even Lord Fan has become his follower?"

"I want to know too." I smiled bitterly.

"Then where are we going?" asked the scholar Yinhook again.

"I want to know even more." I continued to smile bitterly.

Look at this attitude, Wang Ziyun is preparing to go deep into the desert. I wonder if he can come back before the Xujia caravan arrives at the Golden City?

"I said to be young master." So I went to find Wang Ziyun with a frown, "How long will it take for us to get to our destination?"

"Destination?" Wang Ziyun showed a smiley expression, "It's already here."

Hey?

Looking back, the Golden City was behind us, and we only walked a distance of about a hundred feet.

That's it?

There was a low sand dune in front of me. I walked a few steps and looked over the top of the sand dune. I saw buildings rising from the ground between the yellow sand, and there were a whole group of stone palaces.

These palaces are simple in style, all made of huge stones, with a bumpy surface. I don’t know how many years of wind and sand have been invaded.

If I hadn't seen many people like soldiers, craftsmen, slaves and others traveling back and forth in the palace, I would have thought I had encountered an ancient ruin.

It is obvious that there are people living here.

And he is definitely not an ordinary person.

"What's this?" I gasped and asked.

"Here..." Wang Ziyun deliberately delayed his tone, "Of course it's the Happy Prince's Mansion."

Happy Prince’s Mansion!

Although Wang Ziyun said calmly, I knew very well that this time we were going to plot against other people's demon secret treasures.

Seeing the teams of fully armed soldiers patrolling the palace, I couldn't help but swallow several times.

There is an old saying: Once you enter the Marquis’ gate, it is as deep as the sea.

So how deep will the water inside the "King" sect be?

With a squinting glance, he found that Wang Ziyun looked up at the sky, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I couldn't help but shivered.

Looking along his gaze, I saw a strong wind whistling, and a red sun in the air, and the color gradually turned into a bloody red color, and the red light fell, and the stone palace seemed to be soaked in a sea of ​​blood.

And we are about to step by step, step by step, step by step, into this abyss of blood...
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