All this happened too fast, and even Bai Yuqiu was a little caught off guard.

The sudden reassurance was not so much to analyze the way out for the little princess of Loulan, but rather to say that he gave himself a dose of heart booster to calm down as soon as possible. Then Bai Yuqiu's gaze stopped straight on the mirror suspended in mid-air.

It was a hazy sight through the mist.

The divine power that should have been integrated into Xia Mian's body was all fused with He Manzhou at this moment, and the whole process was almost uncontrollable, Bai Yicong stood next to him, trying to save He Manzhou from the center of gravity of the crisis, but was blocked by the barrier formed by the light. And He Manzhou was like an unconscious puppet, and the look on his face was almost in a trance.

The scene in the illusion changed several times, and the faint blue light continued to overflow, and finally completely enveloped He Manzhou.

Under the impact of the excessively strong force, the girl's body became translucent at a speed visible to the naked eye, fading into a part of the blue light that entered the eye, and then soon more light broke through the darkness of the cave, illuminating everything around her.

The murals on the rock walls seem to be stained with blood, and they gradually awaken under the dark light.

It was a surging army of horses, an army of sand and gravel emerging from the void, guards with spears with hideous faces, and horses in armor neighing. The god in the mural opened her closed eyes, her extremely moving turquoise eyes flashed with terrifying light, she stepped on the flying sand, walked down from the mural, stopped in front of the girl holding the jade Ruyi, opened her arms around her, and let the endless light fill He Manzhou's body.

He Manzhou's figure became fading more and more, as if it would completely dissipate in the next second.

But soon, it was a rebirth in the endless light.

........

Until this moment, Xia Mian was completely stunned.

Thousands of years ago, when she danced the world-destroying dance on the altar, she had seen a similar scene. It was also a dark blue light that burned people's eyes, and then there was the swept wind and sand, and the monsters formed by the condensation of sand and stone were invulnerable, and now these terrible monsters actually came back to life.

It wasn't until Bai Yuqiu's voice came over that the little princess's thoughts were finally hooked back.

"Go find the Goddess's sword, and as long as you kill her, you are the only container. ”

The man's voice was determined, and if you taste it carefully, you can still hear the killing intent in it.

The mask that was usually light and breezy was completely torn apart by Bai Yuqiu, and all that was left was desperate and ruined.

"But....... Divine power is gathered in her, how can I kill her?"

There was a clear hesitation in the eyes of the little princess Loulan, as if she was trying to weigh something.

She had never claimed to be a kind-hearted person, and she didn't mind a little sacrifice that was necessary compared to senseless kindness, and if there was something more behind the sacrifice, then she would feel that bloodshed and killing had become meaningful.

If there was a moment of kindness, a pure and flawless girlhood, and the little princess Loulan at that time did not have any thoughts on the side, but just wanted to be a saint in the minds of believers, then everything would have been in the past. Therefore, the thoughts were shattered the moment the mandala flowers entangled, and the hands of Xia Mian after that were stained with slaughter.

Unwillingness, fear and hatred are the evil spirits in the human heart, enough to swallow up reason and conscience.

Under the torture of thousands of years, the little princess Loulan has always endured great torture, and all the negative emotions affect her mind. Sleeping for thousands of years did not make her peaceful, but her heart cooled down inch by inch, and it continued to deteriorate in the entanglement of the flower soul, becoming an evil thought that disturbed her mind.

To this day, the only belief that underpins Operation Summer Sleep is revenge.

The things that were attached to her with the uncontrollable divine power back then are now being liquidated one by one.

- Otherwise, what else.

Dig deeper, Princess Loulan, who is high up, is just a poor person who is pushed by fate.

But if you hesitate, you are not thinking enough, and you still want to leave a way out for yourself. If there is really a way out, it can be regarded as benevolence, but the poor thing is that the retreat of the little princess of Loulan has already been sealed to death, and she can't live, she can't die, and even she can maintain a sad fate in the flower soul, which requires the lives of countless witch saints and twelve concubines as sacrifices.

But is this really what Xia Mian wants?

What exactly does she want?

This question haunted Xia Mian's mind in countless midnight dreams, she did not want to take revenge on the people of the Wu clan, but on the evil god who completely destroyed the ancient kingdom of Loulan, and wanted to bring the tragedy caused by her father and the high priest to an end.

But who is that evil god?

Is it the sister who was pierced through the chest by the long sword, or is it another saint who is involved in an unjustified disaster? 12345

As early as a thousand years ago, the divine power clouded by the greed of the world gave birth to two ghosts, and the tragedy has begun, and this farce is destined to be sacrificed by countless blood, and it will not end in the long years.

When the sister who was as pure as a lotus out of the water completely lost her mind, she brought endless killing to the ancient country of Loulan. And the remaining divine power nourished the flower soul, and the flower soul entangled and chose the black saintess at that time, Xia Mian, and turned her into an immortal terrifying monster, and the purity and impurity of the two saints ceased to exist, and became a terrible ghost that destroyed the world and the earth.

The fateful confrontation between the Black Saintess and the White Saintess also began, and it has lasted for thousands of years since then, as if there was no way to get rid of it.

And in the midst of this huge confrontation, where is Xia Mian.

Her hands were stained with blood, it was the sister who grew up with her since she was a child, if she only killed the monster that killed the people of Loulan, it was the unconscious killing machine, then Xia Mian would not remember it until now. But no matter how unwilling she was to admit it, she still couldn't avoid the phantom that surrounded her mind like a nightmare.

She clearly remembered that when the long sword pierced through her sister's body, she saw a pair of familiar eyes, which were clearly conscious sisters.

....... To this day, to this day.

Do we have to go through it all over again?

Thousands of thoughts entangled, entangled in the heart of the little princess of Loulan, her heart was not resolute enough to become more and more shaken, and she was almost unable to hold the crazy growth of flower branches. And what echoed in her ears was Bai Yuqiu's tone accompanied by command.

"Amiens, it's come to this, there's no turning back. ”

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He Manzhou seemed to have had an extremely long dream.

In the dream, she took out a jade ruyi from the radiant crystal coffin, and then her memory appeared in a trance, along with the incarnation god who woke up from the mural, and gradually merged with Ah Jue's past. When she opened her eyes, there were still snow-capped mountains and caves, and as far as the eye could see, it was clear that the sky was full of yellow sand, and all the scenes she had seen in her dreams had become real, and the civilization under the grandeur of the ancient kingdom of Loulan had reappeared in the world after a thousand years.

"I'm still me, are you still you?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. ”

He Manzhou asked silently in his heart, and what responded to her was a soft tone.

Ah Jue sat beside the stone steps carved from pure white boulders, her slender and fair neck drooped slightly, her silky hair covered her face, and the thin veil covered her cheeks, and even her expression became cloudy and foggy.

What a beautiful girl she was.

It wasn't until this moment that He Manzhou suddenly realized how important temperament is to a person, it is clearly his own body, but at this moment he has revealed a completely different temperament, in the past, He Manzhou's usual agility and cuteness faded by three points, and all of them turned into dignified and self-controlled, even if she said the most cruel words, she seemed to speak softly to almost gentleness.

"It's going to be over because I've woken up. ”

....... It turns out that the so-called feeling everything through her eyes, is that what it means?

When the blue eyes were sleeping in the body earlier, they were also watching the development of the situation invisibly, silently feeling the development of the situation through He Manzhou's eyes, but there was no way to stop it?

The yellow sand covered the sky, and even the scorching wind stopped.

He Manzhou watched Ah Jue manipulating his body and walking forward step by step, and finally stopped in front of the temple in the center, which was the sacrificial temple of the ancient country of Loulan, where all tragedies were born. She stood in front of the temple and leaned down to bow three times, so that the temple burst into a dazzling light, and only gold was left between heaven and earth, enough to burn people's eyes.

At the peak of the golden light, the Tower of Babel towering into the sky finally emerged.

But in the blink of an eye, the solemn picture completely collapsed.

The illusion of peace and tranquility was shattered at the moment when the wind fell. The overwhelming yellow sand engulfed the sight, and the sand buried everything as far as the eye could see. Such a change was so sudden that He Manzhou didn't have time to react, and he watched as the outline of the temple was wrapped in endless wind and sand, and the overwhelming sandstorm eroded the columns, as if to completely bury everything.

The sound of chanting from nowhere echoed, eroding nerves all the time.

Through the illusory mist of the mirage, He Manzhou saw that in the dazzling golden light, an ethereal figure gradually emerged. The girl dressed in a veil walked from the ruins of the Tower of Babel, barefoot, with golden bells tied around her ankles, and with a light step, bewitching and poignant mandala flowers blooming on the yellow sand.

"I didn't expect this to be the case, I didn't want to do it myself. ”

The girl's voice was touching and delicate, and her tone was almost soft.

Jue didn't speak, just stood quietly in front of the temple, and the girl chuckled lowly.

"But containers should be sacrificed for the big picture, right?"