Although the common people are all afraid of the saint's dark eyes, they still have hope in their eyes.

The corners of the saint's mouth turned up evilly, and her dark eyes seemed to be unfathomable pools of ink: "Since you call me saint, I will naturally protect you, and I will be worthy of your devotion to me over the years."

Xiao Zhen listened to the sounds outside, but his body and mind were attracted by the light in the saint's body. There was a large piece of light in the saint's body, a large piece of golden light, pure and sacred, almost covering the saint's entire body.

This light is completely opposite to the evil spirit seen on the saint's appearance.

At this time, Xiao Zhen felt the vibration of the sword energy. It was a sword whistling. She understood its meaning, and it was going to kill.

Soon, the bloody energy on the sword suddenly became stronger, and the red flame became stronger and bigger.

"Are you surrendering?" Saint Xiao Zhen's dark and clear eyes swept over the rebels one by one. "As long as you surrender and end this war, I will forget about it. Otherwise, corpses will be everywhere, and this land will be your burial place."

The place.”

The rebels looked at each other, and the leader sighed: "Don't listen to this woman's nonsense. She is not a saint at all, she is just an ordinary woman. The emperor randomly found her and killed her."

There are still some rebels who dare not move. After all, the woman in front of them does not look like a mortal. This beautiful face, the flowing white clothes, the flaming sword energy, and the pair of thick ink look like...

To be sucked into the dark eyes.

"What are you doing standing still? Kill, you will be the king or the bandit. As long as we win, we will be heroes from now on and can bring glory to our clan."

With one sentence, the hesitant rebels quickly picked up their swords.

The original silence was once again broken by the sound of weapons being handed over, the sound of killing, and screams.

The common people closed their eyes one by one. Even if the saint wanted to protect them, she could not defeat the rebels alone. They were waiting to be killed. However, the screams could not be heard, but they were not coming from themselves or the people around them.

of.

They opened their eyes and looked at the saint standing in front of them in shock.

The green hair is flying, the white clothes are whiter than the snow, and the sword energy is like a rainbow. The saint's slender but tall figure stands in front of them. With a wave of the long sword in her hand, the scarlet sword energy is instantly sent out a few feet away.

The place was covered in blood and flesh, hands and feet were severed, and dozens of people were killed with just one sword. The cruelty, violence, and bloodiness were indescribable.

Xiao Zhen felt the real feeling of holding the sword in her hand. This sword was issued by the saint, and she also issued it. Every word the saint said and every action she made, she felt that it was herself.

The young man once said that what she saw in the Mirror of Illusion were all illusions. If it was an illusion, why was she suddenly sucked into the saint's body, and why did the saint's every move seem to be what she was doing.

The saint's heart was calm, and she did not cause the slightest disturbance because of killing so many people.

There were only screams left in the world, and the rebels had no strength to fight back. They began to run away and began to kneel down and beg for their lives.

There was no mercy in the saint's eyes. Her black eyes glanced at the rebels begging for mercy as if they were looking at ants. She raised the knife and dropped their heads, and their heads fell to the ground.

Xiao Zhen wanted to stop. For those who begged for mercy and those who surrendered, she felt that there was no need to kill them all, but she couldn't say it out loud. It was as if there were two selves in the saint's body, one was calm, and had the same thoughts of killing as the saint, and the other

One is the real self, with flesh and blood and emotions.

Human life is like grass, and where the sword passes, blood flows like a river.

"Sir, please stop." An ethereal voice suddenly appeared. The next moment, a young man fell from the sky and blocked the saint's bloody sword: "Please stop killing innocent people indiscriminately."

Xiao Zhen stared blankly at the young man in front of him.

"It's me?" An ethereal voice sounded next to him, and Xiao Zhen also saw the young man who had been accompanying him before.

Two identical young men stood in front of Xiao Zhen at the same time, one in the mirror of illusion, and the other in the scene that appeared in the mirror.

"They deserve to die." Saintess said coldly. She drew her sword and pushed the boy away. When she attacked again, dozens more rebels fell in a pool of blood.

"Please stop killing people. How many people have you killed over the years?" The young man stood in front of the saint again. His handsome face looked at the murdered corpses around him with compassion in his eyes.

The saint retracted her sword and narrowed her dark eyes: "Shi Yan, you are too nosy."

Shi Yan? Is he Shi Yan? Xiao Zhen looked at the boy in front of him, and then at the boy beside him. The next moment, the boy beside him slowly walked towards Shi Yan. He closed his eyes slightly, and instantly became one with Shi Yan.

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"If you commit murder again, I can only seal you." Shi Yan looked solemn and serious.

The Saintess blinked and smiled softly: "What are you using to seal me? There is no one in this world who can seal me."

"The appearance of the Supreme Lord at this moment is already possessed by a demon. Even if it disappears into ashes, I will not let you disturb the cause and effect of this world." When Shi Yan stretched out his hand, a golden light appeared in front of his eyes.

When the golden light dissipated, the two of them came to an empty ground.

Xiao Zhen felt that this place was a bit familiar. When she saw the forest not far away, she was surprised. Wasn't this the place where she met the ethereal voice in her dream that day, where Shi Yan met? And the goddess statue was where she was now

location.

"I see, so this is my mission." Shi Yan came out of Shi Yan's body. At the same time, he made a strange movement and pulled Xiao Zhen out of the saint's body.

Looking at the interesting-looking saint and Shi Yan, who looked not so good, Xiao Zhen became more and more puzzled. But at this moment, she just wanted to figure out the first thing. She looked at the young man beside her and asked: "What's your name?"

Toki Yan?"

Shi Yan seemed to have grown up a lot all of a sudden. His face no longer had the youthful youthfulness, and his eyes were gentle: "Yes, my name is Shi Yan, and I am also the first clan leader of the Shi clan. I have just merged with the past.

Suddenly, I remembered everything."

Xiao Zhen, the first clan leader of the Shi clan, was too surprised by this agreement.

"You kid, do you need to be so surprised when you see me?" Shi Yan smiled gently.

At his age, he was still called a child. The contrast between Shi Yan at this time and Shi Yan before was too great. Xiao Zhen digested it for a while before asking: "Then who am I?"

"You are you."

What kind of answer is this? Xiao Zhen will naturally not accept such an answer: "What does it have to do with the people here? What does it have to do with the saint?"

"You'll know in a minute." As he said this, Shi Yan pointed at the two people confronting each other in the field.

In the field, Shi Yan always wanted to meet the saint, but before he could, the saint had disappeared and appeared on the other side. After doing this several times, the saint seemed to find it interesting and laughed heartily while changing places.

This is a very strange picture and a strange harmony.

Until Shi Yan was out of breath, he looked at the saint with great frustration and said: "Sir, you have become a demon. You should devote yourself to cultivation to get rid of the demon energy. How can you cause trouble in the world?"

"I have not caused trouble in the world, and I have not become a demon." The saint looked at Tokihiko with a smile: "The so-called chaos and demonization are all what you said. But who among you can prove that what you say is right? Regardless of age.

, you are all still younger than me."

"If the Supreme Master continues to be obsessed with me, I will definitely seal you even if I give up my cultivation. This is my mission." Shi Yan said, and a long sword emitting aqua-blue light suddenly appeared in his hand.

sword.

Just as Xiao Zhen was watching all this, a familiar voice came from behind: "Azhen, where are you?"

"Zi Ran?" Xiao Zhen was surprised and quickly looked back, but he didn't see Zi Ran except for the woods.

"How can a mortal's voice be transmitted here?" Shi Yan, who was standing next to Xiao Zhen, was also quite surprised. If Xiao Zhen could come in, he would understand it, but Zi Ran was not from the media world here.

At the same time, all the images in the mirror of illusion disappeared, the saint and the time were no longer there, replaced by a little bit of rising mist.

Under Shi Yan's disbelieving gaze, a slender black shadow appeared not far away. The black shadow gradually became clearer, and a thin and handsome face appeared. The traces of age and the accumulation of years. Although the face has been vicissitudes of life, it is still difficult to distinguish.

It conceals its essential elegance and elegance.

"Ziran? Is it really you?" Xiao Zhen ran over and looked at her husband up and down, not sure it was really him until she was hugged into a familiar embrace.

Han Ziran hugged his wife tightly, closed his eyes and quietly felt his wife's breath to calm the panic and uneasiness in his heart these past few days. His wife had not returned for several days, so he rushed here to look for her. At that time, the members of the clan

He said that his wife went into the white mist and never came out. He ran in without even tying a rope. He didn't know how long he walked or how long he called, and finally found his wife.

"Why have you become so haggard?" Xiao Zhen looked at the man in front of him distressedly. He was already thin, but now he looked even thinner. His chin was pointed, making him look much older than his actual age.

"I'm not looking for you." Han Ziran pinched his wife's face and hugged her tightly, fearing that he was hallucinating at this moment.
Chapter completed!