Here's a pill here that can keep people unscathed. It's just..."Ming Shiyin said deliberately, and turned around pretending to be very embarrassed. It's as if there's something secret, it's hard to talk about.

"Just what?" Wu Zetian couldn't help but ask. Fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and she saw Yun Zhongjun flying up from the corner of the roof of the main hall from a distance, and the wind in the imperial palace suddenly became stronger. The lotus flowers in the imperial garden were all trembling by the wind, and their heads were lowered.

"This pill is left behind by the gods, and in order for it to work, it needs to be guided by the gods to stimulate its activity." Ming Shi's hidden face did not change and began to make up nonsense. He said this because he wanted to slowly draw out the Linglong Lock, after all, the Linglong Lock was a divine thing.

Ming Shiyin spread out his palm as he spoke, and saw a small peony flower about the size of a fingernail appear in his palm. The red and bright peony flowers gradually peeled off one by one in his palm, leaving behind a crimson pill with a strange fragrance.

"After taking this incense pill, within a day, the person's body can be transformed into a soul. In the state of the spirit, although the main body will hurt when it looks like it, it is actually just an illusion. There is no damage to the real body. After a day, the effect of the medicine wears off, and the real body is restored. While explaining seriously, Ming Shiyin took the pill to Wu Zetian's eyes and shook it.

"Is that true?" Wu Zetian stretched out his hand suspiciously, twisted the crimson pill with his fingertips and looked at it. She had doubts in her heart, and she didn't know whether to believe Ming Shiyin or not. And using the things of the gods as medicine, how can she be a mortal with any gods, think about it, only the exquisite lock in her hand has something to do with the gods. But she was extremely reluctant to take out the delicate lock in her hand.

"The minister's words are true, but it's a pity that the minister doesn't have anything divine in his hands. So... This elixir may not come in handy! Ming Shiyin said in a loud voice, stretched out his two fingers, pinched the pill, and took it back into his own hand. He pretended to look sorry and shook his head again and again.

Wu Zetian was entangled in his heart. It's okay for her Linglong lock to be used as a medicine guide, but if she hands over the Linglong lock, if Ming Shiyin runs away with the Linglong lock, what should she do? But if she hesitated any longer, she saw that Yun Zhongjun was about to fly over.

The wind in the Imperial Garden is getting stronger and stronger, the sky is overcast, and the wind is howling violently, which makes people feel terrible to hear. Wu Zetian stood in the garden, and his figure began to shake, so powerful that she had to be afraid.

As long as she lives, there is hope, and when she dies, there is nothing. She looked up at the sky, and saw a flying figure in the sky, coming this way. She chuckled in her heart, and her face turned white.

"I have a god here." Wu Zetian struggled again and again, and finally spoke.

Ming Shiyin felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart when he heard this, as long as Wu Zetian handed over the Linglong lock to him, he would be able to take this treasure. With the opportunity to open the treasures of the Cloud Breaking Palace, why should he not be able to get the treasures in the Cloud Breaking Palace.

"Your Majesty really has? This divine thing is extremely rare, it is really rare! Ming Shiyin pretended to be very surprised, as if he didn't believe that Wu Zetian had a divine object in his hand. His eyes were as bright as the moonlight on an autumn night.

"Delicate locks." Wu Zetian took out the delicate lock hidden deep in the cuffs.

Ming Shiyin's eyes lit up, this is this thing! That's what he wants, with the Linglong lock, open the door of the palace, Di Renjie enters the hall and takes out the treasure. He will be able to gain supreme power and resurrect his brother. The ecstasy in Ming Shiyin's heart, at the moment when he saw the Linglong lock, he couldn't help it.

"This is indeed a divine thing!" Ming Shiyin couldn't help but reach out and wanted to take the Linglong lock, but Wu Zetian quickly retracted his hand, held the Linglong lock in the palm of his hand, and put it on her own chest. She was still struggling and hesitating.

"You have seen my artifact, why did you use the artifact as medicine and you haven't said it?" Wu Zetian asked cautiously.

"This is very simple, as long as Your Majesty hands over the artifact to me!" Ming Shiyin said eagerly, but in the next second, he immediately slowed down his tone. He couldn't let the empress feel his urgency and nervousness. Ming Shiyin thought about it slightly, and had another idea in his heart.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, this artifact will not harm the artifact itself as a medicine guide. Just let the two gods meet, rub out some sparks, and the spirit will figure it out for a few seconds, and the magic medicine will be unsealed and ready to use. Ming Shiyin deliberately kept a straight face and said seriously. It's as if there is such a thing as spiritual communion, which does exist.

"You mean, it won't hurt the fetish?" When Wu Zetian heard this, he was instantly relieved.

"Yes, Your Majesty only needs to hand over the artifact to the minister. The two gods interacted with each other in the hands of the minister for a few seconds, and everything fell into place. Ming Shiyin said like the empress stretched out her hand, the meaning was obvious, and asked the empress to believe him and put the exquisite lock in his hands.

The empress frowned, fine sweat broke out on her forehead, and she hesitated not to stretch out her hand, but held the delicate lock tightly.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, you can look at the minister, but a few seconds, in the blink of an eye. If you drag it out any longer, Yun Zhongjun will come, but it's too late! Ming Shiyin deliberately raised his voice and said. The wind around them was indeed getting stronger and stronger, much stronger than before, and some of the lotus flowers in the lotus pond were uprooted by the strong wind and flew to the sky. Wu Zetian panicked, and he couldn't take care of it anymore. Moreover, Ming Shiyin also emphasized that it was under her nose, and she had nothing to worry about.

"Then hurry up!" The empress finally made up her mind and handed over the exquisite lock in her hand to Ming Shiyin's hands.

Ming Shiyin's eyes flashed with great joy, and his palm shook the genuine and heavy exquisite lock. This Wu Zetian is really easy to deceive, when it comes to the things in his hands, how can it be possible to go back. Next, he had to resort to a trick.

The corners of Ming Shiyin's mouth showed a smile that was not easy to understand, just the second he clenched the delicate lock. The real Linglong lock has already been included in his pocket. He spread out his palm again, and the slightly shiny delicate lock in his palm was already a fake.

Wu Zetian really didn't know, and still thought it was her exquisite lock. She was full of anticipation to see what kind of scene the two divine objects would collide with. And if she eats the incense pill, will she really be unscathed, she is full of expectations for these.

Ming Shiyin saw Wu Zetian staring at him with blank eyes, so he put the two things together, chanting an incomprehensible incantation in his mouth.