I Have a Three-Realm Auction System

At the moment when this figure fell into the passage, the thunder that contained the power of the heavens suddenly split down, with such a density that Bing Shifeng and others were shocked.

Oh, that's the power of the Heavenly Dao that the great emperor dare not touch, can the saint really resist it?

But then, something that made their heart beat happened.

When the power of thunder was about to fall on the saint, it stopped abruptly and did not fall.

"What's the matter?" Sima Meiniang and the others looked at each other, wondering what happened.

"Because of that lump of blood." Bing Shifeng's eyes suddenly shrank, because in the hands of the saint, there was a lump of bright red blood, which was the blood he had given to Emperor Ji Meng before, Yan Changqing.

And Yan Changqing is a person in the human world, even if he comes from the earth, he will not be rejected by the power of heaven.

But for this, Tiandao still has the ability to discriminate, even if holding blood, if the soul cannot be integrated with the blood, it will be detected by the power of the heaven, and then killed.

The fusion of spirit and blood can only be achieved by direct blood relatives.

And now, the power of the saint's soul and the blood of Yan Changqing are integrated, doesn't it mean that the saint is related to Yan Changqing?

But the identity of the saint was top secret, and the Great Emperor Ji Meng did not reveal anything!

The saint came across the boundary, with the support of Yan Changqing's blood, the power of heaven couldn't help her at all. After a while, she appeared in front of Bing Shifeng and the others with a strong evil spirit.

"Subordinates, see the saint." Seeing the saint, Bing Shifeng and the others knelt on one knee and said respectfully.

"Everyone, exempt from the ceremony." The saint said, her voice was like Dingdong spring water, quite pleasant.

But the voice is full of indifference, it seems to be a thousand miles away, making it difficult to get close.

After hearing the saint's words, Bing Shifeng and other talents slowly got up, and now they have the opportunity to carefully look at the saint.

The saint is wearing a black gauze skirt, which sets off her graceful figure exquisitely. She is tall and has fair skin, but there is a layer of tulle covering her cheeks, which makes it difficult to see the specific appearance.

However, just from the appearance, everyone knows that this is a peerless beauty.

And what made them even more alarmed was that the saint's strength actually reached the realm of Luo Tianshang, such a realm, only Bing Shifeng can reach.

The strength of this saint who came from across the border has also reached Luo Tianshang. The strength of the Demon Realm is really shocking.

"My name is Menglai, and I am a disciple of Emperor Jimeng. From now on you can call me the Saint Menglai." Saint Menglai said.

"Yes, the subordinates understand." Everyone clasped their fists and said respectfully.

"Frozen, you are more familiar with the human world than Menglai. You should assist Menglai in completing the tasks assigned by the emperor as much as possible, you know?" At the end of the space passage, above the Demon Lake, the Great Emperor Jimeng ordered. .

"Subordinates understand." Bing Shifeng nodded in response.

"Well, the matter of the human world is left to you. I hope you will succeed as soon as possible. I will prepare a celebration banquet for you in the demon domain." Great Emperor Ji Meng laughed.

Immediately, the Demon Pool rippled slightly, and the figure of the Great Emperor Ji Meng disappeared.

But at the moment when the Great Emperor Ji Meng disappeared, a message came into Bing Shifeng's mind.

Hearing this information, Bing Shifeng was shocked, but there was no change on the surface.

Because this message is about the life experience of Saint Menglai.

What he didn't expect was that Saint Menglai was actually Yan Shuimo, who was Zhou Fan's girlfriend, the woman who was killed by Su Kuan in Ningcheng before.

What he didn't expect was that Yan Shuimo was actually transformed into the Saintess of Menglai by the Great Emperor Ji Meng, and also raised her strength to the realm of Luo Tianshang.

In addition, the Great Emperor Jimeng also ordered the release of Bingfeng, if Menglai violated the will of the emperor, he can be killed!

Obviously, even if the soul of Yan Shuimo was transformed, the Great Emperor Ji Meng still did not trust her that much, and would rather sacrifice Yan Shuimo when necessary.

"Perhaps in the eyes of Emperor Jimeng, we are like Yan Shuimo, we are nothing more than a chess piece." Bing Shifeng sighed, thinking inwardly.

"The Saint Menglai came across the border. I am afraid that I am not very familiar with the natural environment of the human world. I have prepared a guest room, and I also invite the Saint Menglai to rest first." Bing Shifeng looked at Menglai.

"It's hard work." Saint Maiden Menglai nodded, agreeing with Bing Shifeng's suggestion.

"Mei Niang, you take Master Saint to rest." Bing Shifeng said.

"Yes." Sima Meiniang nodded, "Master Saint, please come with me."

"Yeah." Menglai nodded, and followed Sima Meiniang towards the depths of the ice palace.

Seeing Saint Menglai leaving, Bing Shifeng's pupils couldn't help narrowing slightly.

"My master, the saint..." Sha Potian came to the front of Bing Shi's cover and said with some confusion.

"Master Saint is a disciple of Emperor Ji Meng, her words are those of Emperor Ji Meng, and I will follow them." Bing Shifeng said.

"Yeah." Sha Potian and Kui Hong nodded.

"My Lord Saint, I hope you can create the will of the emperor, otherwise, I will have to send you to hell." Bing Shifeng murmured in his heart, and then ignored it.

...

In the depths of the ice palace, in an elegant courtyard, Saint Menglai sits quietly under an old locust tree in the center of the courtyard, looking at the sky reflected in the sky, slightly in a daze.

"Is this the human world? Why do I have a familiar feeling?" Menglai stretched out a slender hand and took a piece of fallen locust tree leaves. The familiar feeling became stronger.

However, as she remembered in her mind, she had always grown up in the Demon Realm.

She was an orphan since she was a child, and was accepted as a disciple by the respected master, who taught her to practice spells, and never left the demon realm, let alone came to the human world.

"It must be an illusion." Menglai chuckled and shook his head.

Immediately, she leaped and came to a tree in the old locust tree, her eyes closed slightly, and she rested quietly.

Not long after, she fell asleep.

"Ink and wash, where are you...Ink and wash..."

"Who? Who are you? Ink and wash... Such a familiar name, I seem to have heard it somewhere!" Menglai muttered to herself.

"Stop, don't run!" She ran towards the figure, but no matter how fast he was, she never caught up. She didn't even see what the figure looked like, but only saw his outline.

"Ink...Ink..."

The figure is getting farther and farther, but the sound is still echoing, lasting for a long time...

"Ah!" Menglai woke up suddenly, she looked around, she was still on the old locust tree, and she felt relieved.

But who is that figure and who is the ink painting?

How could she have such a strange dream!