Although the people are afraid of the black eyes of the saint, they still have hope in their eyes.

The evil of the mouth of the holy woman rises, and the eyes of the muddy ink seem to be the unfathomable Motan: "Since it has called me a holy woman, I am naturally to protect you, and I can also respect your piety for me all these years."

Xiao Zhen's ears listened to the sound outside, but the body and mind were attracted by the light in the body of the saint, and there was a large light in the body of the saint, a large glimmer of gold, pure and holy, covering almost the whole body of the saint.

This light is the opposite of the evil seen on the outside of the saint.

At this time, Xiao Zhen felt the shock of the sword, that is a sword whistling, she understood its meaning, it will be a big killing.

Soon, the bloody spirit on a sword suddenly thickened, and the red flame was stronger and stronger.

“Do you surrender?”The dark and clear eyes of the saint swept through these rebels one by one: "As long as you surrender and end this war, I will never be guilty, otherwise, the corpses are everywhere, this land is your burial place."

The rebels looked at each other and froze at the head: "Don't listen to this woman, she is not a saint at all, just an ordinary woman, the emperor casually found to count."Killed—”

Some rebels still dare not move, after all, the woman in front of this look does not look like a human, this beautiful face, the body of the flowing white clothes, the sword of the flame, and this double ink generally looks like it is to be sucked into the dark eye clear.

“What are you doing?”Kill, become a king and lose, as long as we win, then we will be heroes, and we will be able to shine the people of the people."

In a word, let the hesitant rebels quickly pick up the sword.

The original silence was once again broken by the handover of the weapon, tearing the sound of killing, and screaming.

The people closed their eyes one by one, and even if the saint wanted to protect them, they were invincible rebels, and they were waiting to be killed, but the screams were endless, but they were not sent out by themselves or those around them.

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

Blue silk flying, white clothes to snow, swords like a rainbow, the saint's slim but upright figure standing in front of their heads, the long sword wave in their hands, the red sword instantly issued a few feet away, everywhere, flesh and blood, broken hands and feet, a sword will take the lives of dozens of people, cruel, violent, bloody, indescribable.

Xiao Zhen felt the real sense of holding a sword in her hand, which was issued by the saint, and also the words she sent out, the words of the saint, every movement she made, she felt herself.

The boy said that she saw in the false mirror, that she was a false face, both a false appearance, why she was suddenly sucked into the body of the saint, and why the holy woman's every move was like she was doing.

The saint's heart was calm, and it did not cause half-waves by killing so many people.

There was only screams left in the world, and the rebels had no strength to backs up, and they began to flee and began to kneel to ask for forgiveness.

There was no mercy in the eyes of the saint, and the black eyes crossed these forgiving rebels as if they were looking at the ants, their hands fell, and their heads landed.

Xiao really wanted to stop, for the forefathers, for those who surrendered, she felt that she did not have to kill, but she could not say, as if there were two of them in the body of the saint, one calm, the idea of killing like the saint, the other was the real self, there was flesh and blood and emotion.

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

"Lord, please stop."An ethereal voice suddenly appeared, and the next moment, the young man fell from the sky, blocking the saint's bloody sword: "Please don't kill innocent people anymore."

He looked at the boy in front of him.

“Is it me?”The ethereal voice sounded next to him, and Xiao Zhen also saw the teenager who had been with him before.

Two identical teenagers stood in front of Xiao Zhen at the same time, one in the false mirror and the other in the mirror.

"They're damned."St. Sen's cold road, the sword was drawn, pushed away the teenager, and when he attacked again, dozens of rebels fell in the pool of blood.

“Please don’t kill anyone, how many people have you killed in all these years?”The young man stood in front of the saint again, and when the beautiful face looked at the corpse that had been killed around him, his eyes were compassionate.

The saint took back her sword, and the dark black eyes narrowed, "Yan, you are too busy."

Timely?Was he a jerk?Xiao Zhen looked at the young man in front of him, and looked at the teenager around him, and the next moment, the teenager slowly walked to the time, he closed his eyes slightly, and instantly became one with the time.

"If you kill me again, I can only seal you."The time is serious.

The saint blinked and smiled softly, “What seals me?”There are not those who can seal me in this world."

"The appearance of the Lord at this moment has entered the devil, and even if the ashes are gone, I will not let you disturb the cause and effect of this earth."When he reached out, a golden light appeared in front of him.

When the light of the gold was gone, the two of them had come to an empty ground.

Xiao really felt that there was something familiar here, and when she saw the forest not far away, she was slightly surprised that this was not the sound of the ethereal voice she had in the dream that day, that is, the place where she met.The statue is in her present place.

"That's my mission."Shi Yan came out of Shiyan's body, and at the same time, he made a strange action and pulled Xiao Zhen out of the body of the saint.

Looking at the beautiful face of the saint in the scene, and the face is not too good, Xiao really more and more puzzled, but this will she just want to clarify the first thing, look around the teenager and ask: "You call Yan?"

It was as if he had grown up a lot at once, and his face was no longer astringent, and his eyes were gentle: "Yes, I called Yuyan, and I was the first patriarch of the clan, and I remembered everything."

The first patriarch of the clan, Xiao Zhen, was too surprised by this promise.

“Are you surprised to see me?”Then he laughs softly.

At this age, he was still called a child, and the contrast between the current Yan and the previous time was too large, Xiao Zhen digested for a while before asking, "Who am I?"

“You are you.”

What is the answer, Xiao Zhen will naturally not accept such an answer: "What do I have to do with the people here?"What does this have to do with the Saints?”

“You’ll know in a moment.”He said, pointing to the two men in the confrontation.

In the field, when Yan Yan had always wanted to meet the saint, but did not wait for him to meet, the saint had disappeared on the other end, so after a few times, the saint seemed to feel interesting, while changing the place to laugh.

This is a strange picture, and a strange harmony.

Until when Yan breathed out, he looked at the saint in great disheartt and soul: "Shangri-La, you have entered the devil, you should concentrate on cultivating and removing the magic, how can you harm the world?"

“I have not terrified men, nor have I entered the devil.”The saint smiled and looked at Yan: "The so-called evil and demon are all you say."But who can prove what is right among you?You are still younger than me."

"If the Lord is attached again, even if I give up this cultivation of my body, I will surely seal you, which is my mission."Then a long sword appeared in his hand.

Just as Xiao Zhen looked at all this, a familiar voice came from behind him: “Ah Zhen, where are you?”

“Sonly?”Xiao was really surprised, and looked back, except for the forest or the forest, and did not see the son.

“Can a human voice come here?”Standing next to Xiao Zhen, Yan Yan was also quite surprised, if Xiao really can come in, he still understands, but that son, did not come here in the media ah.

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

Under the eyes of Shi Yan's incredulity, a slender black shadow appeared not far away, the dark shadow gradually became clear, a thin handsome face appeared, the older traces, the precipitation of the years, although the face was vicissitudes, but it was still difficult to hide its essence.

“Son of it?Is it really you?”Xiao Zhen ran over, looking up and down with her husband, some of whom were not sure it was really him, until she was hugged in a familiar embrace.

Han Zran hugged his wife tightly, closed his eyes quietly felt his wife's breath to calm the panic and uneasiness in his heart in the past few days, his wife did not return for a few days, he kept coming here to find, when the clan said that his wife did not come out again in the white fog, he even ran in without the rope, did not know how long, how long, finally found his wife.

“How did you get so bad?”Xiao really pained to look at the man in front of, originally thin, it will look thinner, that the chin is sharp, and therefore looks much older than the actual age.

"Not looking for you."Han Ziran pinch his wife's face and hugged her again, afraid that it was in an illusion at this moment.

“Cough, you’re all at this age, can’t you be like a little bit of a man?”Some of them couldn't see the stickiness of the two men at the moment: "There are still people next to it."