Han Ziran then looked at the person next to his wife. When he saw the appearance of the young man in front of him clearly, he blurted out: "Is it you?"

"Do you recognize me?" Shi Yan looked at Han Ziran for a while, then searched in his memory, and found that he had never seen such a person.

"Ziran, do you recognize Shi Yan?" Xiao Zhen asked.

"Tokihiko?"

Xiao Zhen nodded: "He is the ancestor of the Shi clan, the first Shi Yan."

Just like Xiao Zhen had just learned about it, Han Ziran was also stunned for a moment.

"Where did you meet me?" Shi Yan asked.

"The years when I was in a coma were with the Shi clan," Han Ziran said: "At that time, I slept for five years. Even in my sleep, I kept walking in a white mist, no matter how I walked, I couldn't move.

I didn't go out, and then I met you. You told me that it was our fate that we met, and you also showed me a story."

"What story?" Shi Yan asked.

Xiao Zhen vaguely seemed to have guessed something.

Sure enough, I heard Han Ziran say: "In the early years of the Wei Dynasty, the involvement and fetters between the saint, the prime minister and Emperor Changxuan."

Shi Yan pondered for a while and looked at Xiao Zhen: "You said before that you had met me in a dream. At that time, I was a ball of air with no entity, right?"

"Yes."

"You also saw a statue of a goddess that looks the same as the saint?"

Xiao Zhen nodded.

Shi Yan smiled faintly, looked at Xiao Zhen and Han Ziran and said, "I have indeed never met you until now. You have met me in the future."

"You in the future?" Xiao Zhen and Han Ziran looked at each other, and this answer exceeded their expectations.

"Yes, there are countless points in time hidden in this white mist. Which one you encounter depends on your chance." Shi Yan's eyes fell on Han Ziran: "It should be a chance that you were able to get in here.

It’s a coincidence, but such a coincidence cannot happen again. There are only two kinds of people who can successfully enter here through the white mist, one is the blood of the saint, and the other is the person who owns the sacred object."

Han Ziran thought for a while and took out something from his arms. It turned out to be the stone key that Xiao Zhen put in the drawer.

"So it's it, no wonder you can come in here," Shi Yan said with a faint smile: "This key is to open the concentric lock and is also the key to the barrier. I really didn't expect it to appear in your hand."

"Is it really the key to the Tongxin Lock? When I saw it on the table earlier, I thought it must be related to the Tongxin Lock, so I took it with me in case I need it." Although Han Ziran had already guessed in his mind

, but I didn’t expect that he would guess it right.

Looking at the key to the concentric lock, Xiao Zhen remembered that when he took out Shi Yan's Life Pearl from the drawer and gave it to the elder, he was anxious and did not put the key back into the drawer, but placed it on the table casually.

Qian Ziran saw it and took it out.

"But I don't have any holy objects on me, so how did I get into the white mist?" Xiao Zhen asked.

"You have the blood of a saint, so you can naturally come in." Shi Yan said with a smile.

"Bloodline? Am I a descendant of a saint?" Xiao was really surprised by this answer.

Shi Yan looked solemn: "Who said that blood must be from descendants? Besides, as a supreme master, how can Hongmeng have descendants."

"Hongmeng?"

"This is the name of the saint."

Xiao Zhen and Han Ziran were a little confused about this explanation.

Shi Yan sighed, waved his hand, and the surrounding white mist gradually dissolved: "After reading everything that happened in the Mirror of Illusion, you will know what is going on, and you will also know why my Shi clan is determined to turn you around.

The lifeline of the two of them."

At some point, Shi Yan and the Saint were surrounded by soldiers in the realm of illusion. The surroundings were like purgatory, and no one knew how many people died.

A sword in the saint's hand flashed with red bloody fire, and anyone who was touched by it screamed in pain.

"Stop, Your Majesty, don't commit any more murderous crimes." Seeing that the Saint didn't listen to him at all, Shi Yan looked at the corpses on the ground, clenched the long sword with aqua blue light in his hand, and gritted his teeth towards the Saint.

The woman stabbed away.

At this time, the saint looked at Shi Yan in a good mood, raised the corner of her mouth and said happily: "You are taking yourself more and more seriously, and you really sound like it. You are the only one.

This broken sword was given to you by me, it can't hurt you at all." As soon as she finished speaking, her stunning face was startled for a moment.

Shi Yan opened his eyes suddenly.

Both of them stared in disbelief at the Prime Minister of Wei who was standing in front of the Holy Girl.

The long blue sword in Shi Yan's hand pierced the chest of the Prime Minister of Wei. When it penetrated the chest, it also pierced the chest of the saint.

The prime minister spit out a mouthful of blood, but with a relieved smile on his face, he murmured to the saint behind him: "I have been doing things that I don't want to do in my life, but this is the only thing that I am willing and able to do.

No regrets."

The saint looked at the prime minister for a moment, then looked down at the sword that had pierced her chest. The point was, this sword was stained with the blood of the man in front of her, and then stained with her blood.

"Sir, I didn't mean it." Shi Yan's face was filled with shock and fear. With his ability, he couldn't hurt the Lord at all. "How could this happen? What should I do? You must not have an accident."

As soon as the saint closed her eyes, the sword that had pierced her and the prime minister's chest flew out and instantly broke into four pieces. She touched the injured chest and felt the sticky blood, and murmured: "The red blood is still hot."

Hearing the words of the saint, Shi Yan was also stunned for a moment. Yes, how could the Supreme Lord have blood? After a while, his face turned pale.

Looking at the prime minister who was supporting his own weight with his legs to prevent his body from falling to the ground, the saint crouched down and looked at him and said calmly: "You don't want to marry me, but you are willing to die for me. You are really contradictory."

The prime minister slowly raised his head, and gently touched the stunning face in front of him with his slender and beautiful hands, and said with breathless anger: "In this life, I promised the late emperor that I would protect the emperor, assist the emperor, eat the emperor's salary, and be loyal to the emperor. Saintess

, If there is a next life, I will definitely, definitely."

He would definitely only stay with her, and he would ignore any instructions from the late emperor or the worries of the world. He just wanted to live a happy life with the woman in front of him who he had loved all his life but could not tell her, even if she was a monster as others said.

He also enjoyed it very much.

Unfortunately, the Prime Minister did not say these words. He just looked at her affectionately and slowly closed his eyes.

A trace of doubt flashed across the saint's dark eyes, and at this moment, the surrounding rebels rushed over again.

Impatience flashed in the saint's eyes, and when Shi Yan shouted out in surprise, a golden light emitted from the saint's body and struck in all directions.

No one died, but the pressure that instantly arose between heaven and earth made all creatures in the world kneel down and no longer dare to raise their heads. The grass fell low, the wind suddenly stopped, the sun did not shine, and the river stopped flowing.

The divine power is hard to attack and all living beings avoid it.

Even Shi Yan knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling slightly, and this was only the first level of pressure from the Hongmeng Supreme Master. What made him even more uneasy was that the Supreme Master was angry because of a human being.

I don't know how long it took, but the pressure disappeared. The soldiers who had been pressured fell to the ground one by one and passed out.

Shi Yan quickly stood up and touched the saint's forehead with one hand. When he noticed the fluctuations in the saint's mind, his heart sank: "Sir, the turbid air of human beings has entered your body. If you don't drive it away, I'm afraid you will

It’s about cultivating inner demons.”

"Inner demon? That's the seven emotions and six desires, right? It's much more fun than my pure interest. But, I'm a little bored." The impatience in the saint's eyes returned to normal, her index and middle fingers merged and stuck to her chest, and a golden light was covered with the blood stained by it.

He drew it from her palm and handed it to Shi Yan: "Don't think of the human world as too ugly. In fact, it's not much different from our world."

Shi Yan took the golden light stained with blood. As the saint said, human blood is not ugly. It can be so crystal clear in the golden light. It can be seen that the owner of the blood has a pure and clear heart, but this

After all, the blood is mixed with the golden light. If it lasts for a long time, it may be detrimental to the Supreme Being.

As if she knew what Shi Yan was thinking, the saint smiled and said: "My blood blends with the blood of this prime minister. If it is not resolved, it will be my disaster. I heard the prime minister's thoughts before he died. You

Just give them a result."

"yes."

"The saint has existed for so many years. If she suddenly disappears, I'm afraid there will be trouble again. Please arrange a saint for the Wei Kingdom."

"Yes. When will the Lord return?"

"I will set up a barrier in this forest. Except for my bloodline, even you can't come in. When the cause and effect of all this is resolved and the entanglement is resolved, it will be the time for me to go back."

Shi Yan was stunned for a moment, then took out five rune stones from his arms and counted them: "Six hundred years later?"

"So long?" The saint looked at the rune stones he had arranged and smiled with some schadenfreude: "So, you have to stay here for another six hundred years?"

Shi Yan instantly turned into a bitter melon face.

The Saint raised her eyebrows: "I'll give you a gift. I picked it up when I was bored and wandering around here. I didn't expect that there are quite a lot of treasures left here." As she said that, she held her hand in her hand.
Chapter completed!