"An'er, don't be afraid, they are your clansmen, your relatives, don't be nervous. ”

"Loved ones? Are you sure? ”

"Of course, I won't lie to you."

The Great Elder thought to himself, His Highness relied on this man very much, and he didn't know if this was a good thing.

After settling Rong Yue and the others, the Great Elder said that he would take Her Royal Highness the princess to the backyard, according to him, it was a forbidden place, so foreigners were not allowed to follow. And An Zhen had to pull Duanmu Yan, but the Great Elder had no way, so Zhao Lansheng and Duanmu Yan took An Zhen to follow the Great Elder.

The backyard is not large, and there is only a half-human-high stone in the center, and the stone has a large depression, and the depression is placed with a palm-sized ball.

Zhao Lansheng narrowed his eyes when he saw this, and said in an affirmative tone: "This is Ming Xuezhu, which can play a role in cleansing the soul and dissolving Gu, presumably the Great Elder also thinks that my mother is Chiling's witchcraft." ”

He said "My mother", and the Great Elder immediately guessed his identity and nodded, "Yes, our Northern Xinjiang has been at odds with the Chiling clan since ancient times, and we have been fighting for hundreds of years, and we know each other very well, Your Highness has a strong aura that does not belong to the Gu used in Northern Xinjiang, but is surrounded by evil spirits, if it deteriorates further, Your Highness's soul will be eroded and completely blackened, and you will make unusual moves." ”

"So you want to use this bead to wash away the evil spirit aura from her body?" It was Duanmu Yan who spoke.

"Yes, but it takes someone to do the leading."

"What lead?"

"Because the witchcraft used by the Chiling clan and the Gu art in the northern frontier are mutually restrained, and directly using this bead to purify the soul will make His Highness unbearable, so it is necessary for foreigners to transition the power of this bead into the princess's body. The Northern Xinjiang clan has never been in contact with foreign tribes, so there are not many opportunities to use Ming Xuezhu. ”

Duanmuyan looked at An Zhen beside her, pursed her thin lips, and nodded without hesitation, "I understand, I'll help her pick it up." ”

Zhao Lansheng subconsciously wanted to stop him when he heard this, "Dad...... You won't be able to stand it! ”

"You also have the blood of the Northern Xinjiang clan, and I happen to be a foreigner, what's not to do?" He looked down at the woman in his arms, "An'er, do you believe me?" ”

"Hmm."

After hearing this, the man raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Lansheng, "Your mother has already agreed, and you can't object if you want to!" ”

"......" He couldn't contradict his words!

"Let's get started."

Duanmuyan and An Zhen sat face to face, and took the Ming Xue Zhu handed by the Great Elder in their hands, the smooth Ming Xue Zhu emitting white light was indeed as bright as the name suggested.

"An'er, close your eyes, you'll be fine."

She smiled and nodded.

Yuanzhu was held in front of the two of them, Duanmu Yan listened to the instructions of the Great Elder, and then took out the dagger of self-defense from his body, slashing through the palms of himself and An Zhen, he had already lightened to the smallest force, but An Zhen still cried in pain.

"An'er, don't cry, you believe me, right?"

"Hmmm......"

"It's just a little while, and it doesn't hurt anymore, huh?"

She bit her lip and nodded.

Blood gradually flowed from her palm, and Duanmu Yan placed the bead between herself and her palm, slowly channeling the power of the bead into her body. An Zhen's body began to be shrouded in a black mist, and her eyebrows furrowed.

"An'er!"

"It's a sign that you're going to blacken!" The Great Elder was surprised.

Zhao Lansheng immediately rushed forward, his palm pressed against An Zhen's back, and suppressed the frenzied aura in her body with his true qi. At the same time, he opened his lips and recited a few unknown syllables.

Duanmu Yan suppressed the panic in his heart and continued to channel the power of the beads.

As time passed, the black mist on An Zhen's body gradually dissipated, and then it was enveloped in white light, and her frowning eyebrows relaxed.

"Ahem, cough ......," Zhao Lan spat out a mouthful of blood.

Duanmu Yan's eyes seemed to be stabbed by a knife and shocked, "Don't be reckless......"

"It's just a trivial matter, mother, she's fine......"