"Otherwise, who can still own the mask of King Loulan..."

Xu Zihao felt that the silver-haired saint was testing him, so he immediately emphasized.

"impossible!"

But the next moment, the silver-haired saint directly raised her hand.

Xu Zihao felt his whole body freeze instantly.

Then, the mask of King Loulan flew out of his hand and fell back into the hands of the silver-haired saint.

"With a mixed Tianwu bloodline like you, you can only be a servant in this life, and you still want to enter the statue?"

"You will die if you go in."

"There's a curse in it!"

The silver-haired saint shook her head.

However, her words instantly touched Xu Zihao's anger.

Mixed bloodline?

This was originally because Song Yiming had given him a blood transfusion in order to save him.

He was also lucky enough to have the Tianwu bloodline...

Therefore, the side effects caused to him by the Tianwu bloodline were not serious.

"For the sake of bringing back the mask of King Loulan, I can spare your life!"

"This mask can be considered as returned to its original owner!"

"You can leave now!"

The silver-haired saint is not angry but majestic.

"I won't leave until I get the key."

"I'm not afraid of curses, I just want to get inside the statue."

"I want to be reincarnated, I want to be immortal, I want to have invincible power!"

Xu Zihao didn't expect that he would be so ignored. The Tianwu blood in his body instantly exploded, breaking through the power of the silver-haired saint.

He roared crazily.

"The Tianwu bloodline in your body is very familiar. Does it come from Bai Emperor? Are you Bai Emperor's son?"

"But your bloodline is impure. It seems that your bloodline is getting worse with each generation."

The silver-haired saint said somewhat suddenly.

It seems she misunderstood.

I thought that the Holy Son had not inherited the purest Tianwu bloodline!

This is fate playing tricks on people!

"But this is okay, maybe you can stay away from the curse in this life and live your own life quietly."

The silver-haired saint looked a little regretful.

"No, I don't believe in fate. I came here just to fulfill the last wish of the White Emperor."

"I want to change the current China for my father..."

Xu Zihao said grandly.

He found that the other party somewhat believed in his identity.

This old man is not that easy to fool.

"Really? Didn't Bai Di tell you who I am?"

The silver-haired saint's tone was as calm as water.

Xu Zihao hesitated all of a sudden.

"I am Bai Di's mother, your grandma!"

The silver-haired saint's words were astonishing.

But her face was a little more kind.

Perhaps the person who looks most like Song Yiming in the world is Xu Zihao.

They were born and died together, and all their habits were similar.

"I didn't expect that I still have relatives in this world..."

"grandmother!"

Xu Zihao suddenly fell to his knees on the ground, looking extremely excited.

But he was extremely surprised. It turned out that Bai Emperor was the son of Saintess Loulan.

No wonder he was able to find the ancient city of Loulan and take away the mask of King Lanling.

But what is the secret of Loulan?

He suddenly envied Song Yiming very much.

Fate also favored her, and even focused all her hopes on that man.

At this time, he really changed his fate to Song Yiming's.

He suddenly understood a little bit about Xiao Xueyao in Yue Nana's words.

Under certain circumstances of persistence, he is indeed willing to give up everything in exchange for another person's person

born.

Of course, this is all wishful thinking.

Because no one can understand the difficulties of others.

Everyone has their own troubles!

But he didn't know how much responsibility and burden Song Yiming had to bear behind all this.

If given a choice, Song Yiming would never choose such a life.

Perhaps after meeting and getting to know Xia Yuqin, the two of them yearned for each other's ordinary and ordinary life.

"Alas, your father is still dead."

"At that time, he left secretly and took away the body of the Han Clan Saint. He said he wanted to change his destiny against heaven."

"Change the world and do something meaningful."

"But what? This curse of the Tianwu bloodline has always existed. Our clan can never escape it!"

The silver-haired saint kept shaking her head.

"Originally, all my visions were placed on you."

"I thought you would never come here again."

"In the end you still came, this is fate."

…

"My child, you have worked hard these years."

"When I learned about your father's death, I still broke my oath and sent people to look for you. As a result, you disappeared."

"The last time Aguqin brought Nazha back, he mentioned the Tantric Conference. I just found out that you are still alive. I am very relieved."

The body of the silver-haired saint trembled slightly, and her plain face could not conceal her inner excitement.

After all, this is her grandson.

"Child, get up quickly!"

"Your father broke many vows for you and left you with hope."

"But these hopes are slim."

"Even if he transports away the saint of the Han tribe for thousands of years, it's still useless."

"Even if the blood of a dead person has some effect, the genes in the blood have already stopped."

The silver-haired saint took the initiative to step forward.

Back then, Emperor Bai transferred the saint of the Han tribe from here and extracted the blood in order to study the characteristics of the blood inside.

But there was no result.

But the blood of a dead person no longer has complete genetic characteristics.

Later, in order to inherit and preserve the body, he hid the saint in the thousand-year treasure.

"The Tianwu people and the Han people were originally complementary, but for the so-called prophecy, all the Han people were killed."
To be continued...