Under many serendipitous factors...

It led to the mirage of this scene in front of you!

Lin Nan was looking at a certain day two thousand years ago as a bystander!

When he understands this, it stands to reason that his mood should gradually calm down, just like it feels amazing when he doesn't understand 1+1=2, but when he knows the specific operation, it feels like that;

But Lin Nan's mouth was still open, dumbfounded, and he could stuff a goose egg.

He almost exclaimed: This is Lin Thirteen!

The woman in front of me wearing Hanfu, except for her slightly taller height and bigger breasts, no matter the word 'Feng' in the center of her eyebrows, or the look of her eyes, her mannerisms and movements, they are all exactly the same!

Lin Nan even suspected that if Lin Shisan woke up and gave her another ten years, she would definitely look exactly like the woman in front of her.

It's weird, it's so amazing that it's not like it's like it, it's not a look that humans can have at all.

Originally, he denied that Lin Shisan had a direct relationship with Lord Shani, but seeing him at this time, Lin Nan had to take back a certain guess that he had thrown away.

Maybe the two of them are really related.

Otherwise, why does it look so similar?

He had a terrible headache.

In this way, the question returns to the original point, who is the Hongmeng under the purgatory hell, who is the person he wants to save?

Shani is her daughter, or Lin Thirteen is?

Lin Nan kept taking a deep breath and told himself to calm down, since the historical fragments in the meteorite sand had restored this day, it was very likely that there were other people around him, who had also been teleported here with Shani as the core.

He looked around with his senses and finally made a discovery.

Directly behind Lin Nan.

There is a group of camel tribes dressed as slaves.

They were sweating profusely, their clothes were dirty, and a tall man who looked like a nobleman was holding a whip and shouting at Lord Shani.

The man's eyes revealed a strong lustful glow, and a small tent was propped up in his pants.

Lin Nan frowned.

Nine times out of ten, the man who enslaved the camel tribe was the powerful of the Berbers, and he drove the camel tribes with a whip and sold the silk bought from the Western Han Dynasty to the Western Regions at a high price.

Berbers are scolding angrily, and spitting stars are flying.

But Lin Nan didn't understand this ancient saying at all, and he guessed that it was probably 'little girl, uncle, I'm going to you' or something.

And the red-haired woman, that is, Shani, the killing intent in her eyes grew more and more.

But the Berber man was still as smug as a pen, and he made the guards raise their swords and spears and approach like jackals.

Lin Nan couldn't help but sigh: 'The ancients made a good death. ’

Although Lord Shani here is just an image, the murderous aura has condensed like a substance through two thousand years, making Lin Nan's back in the innate realm chill, all of which shows that the cultivation of a woman during her lifetime is above the Hinayana period.

The next second, Shani snorted.

The sound of fireworks explosion sounded in Lin Nan's ears.

The blood mist erupted, like rain, staining the sand scarlet.

Including the leader of the Berbers, all those who had stabs against the women died violently.

Lin Nan's scalp was numb.

This practice is even more demonic than demonic cultivation.

If it were him, he would have killed the leader, and the other guards would have learned a lesson.

Beat them all into minced meat at once, this method can be regarded as a demon, no wonder the Great Elder looked strange when he mentioned the Yin Relic.

When all the Berber soldiers died, a man in the prime of life crept out of the camel tribe.

He bent over his waist in fear because he had been enslaved for many years, and he maintained this habit even when the soldiers had died violently.

The middle-aged man prostrated on the ground in a posture of awe of the gods, shouting a language that Lin Nan could not understand.

The woman's eyes swept over them without any waves, and her red lips opened lightly: "The one who killed you." ”

Then the camel tribe was overjoyed.

They all bowed to the ground and laughed and shouted 'Lord Shani'.

They hugged each other excitedly and wept silently, as if they had seen the day when the camel tribe fled from the Berbers.

Lin Nan was trembling when he saw it...

The woman's words, although they were in ancient Chinese, could be understood.

This woman who saved the camel tribe was not a benevolent man at all! She originally wanted to kill this group of camel slaves!

The impatient expression was like walking on the road and being blocked by a group of ants, so I subconsciously wanted to step on it. The red-haired woman had no respect for life at all.

It wasn't until the camel people treated her as a fairy, chanting and bowing down, that the woman's eyes moved, and perhaps they thought it was interesting to be a king in an ant nest, so they helped the camel people drive out the Berbers.

As a result, a generation of benevolent fathers 'Shani Deren' was born.

This is the end of the images recorded by the meteorite.

The wind and sand became smaller and slowly dissipated, and he returned to the state of condensation realm again, and the internal qi in the dantian still stayed on the top of the ground level, which was a state in which he had to go all out and could not be distracted.

But he still couldn't cry or laugh, "Lin Shisan, this girl, is too amazing." ”

"Wait..."

Lin Nan was suddenly stunned and lost his mind for a long time.

"Why did I say that Lord Shani is Lin Thirteen?" he frowned.

muttered, "Maybe it's because they look too similar? After all, there may be a blood relationship between them." ”

Lin Nan only felt that the more he thought about it, the more headache he had, because he remembered that Yin Relic would never get married and have children, and even Emperor Wu of Han pursued Lord Shani, but it ended in failure.

If there are no descendants, how can there be blood?

Could it be that the mother could give birth on her own...? This idea frightened Lin Nan a lot.

However, he was not sure if it was true, anyway, the demon beasts in the fairy world, very few of them had this ability, male and female, and at a certain age, they would seal themselves and reproduce.

Shaking his head vigorously, Lin Nan told himself that the most important thing in front of him was the condensation realm, and these doubts could be packed together and go to the Asking Heart Platform to find the Bodhi Patriarch.

That old guy definitely knows something, but it's a pity that he keeps babbling and talking about the unthinkable.

Now, in order to condense the Heavenly Rank Realm, the aura in his dantian was increasing wildly.

At the beginning, the light in the dantian appeared relatively rich, and it was already a high-grade ground at that time. Now the light is five times deeper, but it's still the top grade!

This shows how much consumption the Heavenly Rank Realm needs.

Lin Nan felt more and more powerless.

The power in the holy sand stone was almost absorbed, and the sand aura that the meteorite could provide was also reduced at a rate that was visible to the flesh, and the desert that covered the space began to thin out.

If it goes on like this, the spiritual power will be in vain!

He couldn't help but feel terrified, the consumption of the Sand Heaven-Rank Realm was so large, far beyond the estimate.

When Lin Nan was anxious like an ant in a hot pot, the holy sand stone in his hand suddenly glowed.

A terrifying and familiar force descended, and the ancient ghost seemed to crawl out of hell again.