Exorcism

Unlike ordinary souls, she retains all her memories, and even the smallest things occupy a place in her mind. She remembers her shyness, expectations, and every heartbeat, but she still doesn't know who she is.

Memories cannot evoke the same feelings as at that time. Some exaggerate, others weaken, but she completely severed the connection between memory and feelings. They all belong to another body, and that body has completely died, leaving behind memories and carrying them with her. Gone are the feelings.

There was a time when her soul was still bound by emotions. After fulfilling a certain wish, she finally untied the ties and gained pure freedom.

"My name is...Qin Lingshuang." She kept the name of her predecessor just because she needed a name.

"Aren't you Aunt Dragon Demon?" Mu Dong'er looked at her carefully for a while, "It's so similar, so similar. Look, even half of your hair is blue. Aunt Dragon Demon sometimes turns blue. ”

Her hair was loose, and she held a strand and brought it to her eyes. Indeed, their ends were dark blue, gradually lightening upwards, and suddenly turning black in the middle.

Yao Er flew over and said, "Wow, you look familiar to me too. Have we known each other before?"

"Follow me." Qin Lingshuang did not answer the question, but waved to the two of them.

They were about to return to Yelin Town when Shi Hanyuan appeared in the distance and said loudly: "Wait a minute. Your Excellency...were you a Taoist disciple before? Why are your spells specious?"

This was Shi Hanyuan's own soul, and Shen Geng's remaining soul was temporarily suppressed.

"You come too." Qing Lingshuang invited.

Shi Hanyuan hesitated for a while and looked around. The red light had all dissipated. Occasionally, there were still remaining spells jumping up and down. The ground was full of flames and corpses. No one was left alive after being exposed to the sun's spell. At least 10,000 Taoist priests and The monk died at his hands.

Shi Hanyuan recited scriptures in a low voice for a while and flew towards Qin Lingshuang.

Mu Dong'er and Yao Er prepared their spells vigilantly.

"I wasn't the one who fought with you just now." Shi Hanyuan slowed down slightly and said as he flew, "I am Wangshan Taoist Shi Hanyuan. That man calls himself Shen Geng. He is a Taoist prisoner who was imprisoned in Ba Mo Cave many years ago. I don't know. Why did you escape and take over my body?"

Mu Dong'er and Yao Er looked at each other with the same confused expression.

"They look exactly the same, but they are not the same person. This..." Mu Donger looked at Qin Lingshuang from the left and Shi Hanyuan from the right, he sighed heavily and said angrily: "Let my mother identify me, I am Confused."

Yao Er said in the same tone: "Hey, I don't care, I can't beat him anyway."

Yelin Town is putting out fires. More than half of the new houses built by the residents' hard work were destroyed by the fire, and the rest were damaged to varying degrees. There was also a group of people who were performing a sadder task - collecting corpses. The eighty-seven Taoist priests who attacked suffered heavy casualties, and the ordinary humans and practitioners who stayed on the ground were not able to completely escape the final blow of the red light.

There were corpses everywhere in and outside the town, some of which were unrecognizable. They were all recovered and lined up on the main street of Yelin Town. Ordinary people cried around the corpses of their loved ones. Most of the Taoist priests stood aside silently. Like a group of strange guests who don't fit in with each other.

Not all Taoist priests are so calm. Zhang Xiang'er is kneeling next to Shen Cunyi with her head lowered. She won't cry like a mortal, but she can't be as restrained as a Taoist priest.

"I'm not dead." Shen Cunyi tried his best to squeeze out a smile, but his cheek hurt to the bone and he couldn't help but hissed a few times.

Shen Cunyi was lucky enough to survive the heavy blow, but he was seriously injured, especially on his face, which was burned to pieces by the spell.

"I heard someone crying. Where is my father? Why didn't he come to see me?"

Zhang Xiang'er raised her head slightly. As a Taoist priest, she was not good at lying, and she didn't feel the need to do so. "Dad didn't hide away, he is right here."

The smile on Shen Cunyi's face disappeared, and he turned to the right with difficulty. His father, Shen Xiuming, was lying next to him. He seemed to have no wounds, but was lifeless. He didn't even look at his son. He once joined the Taoist order, but he was still a mortal. A spell fragment killed him instantly.

Shen Cunyi felt unprecedented sadness welling up from the bottom of his heart, which was more difficult to deal with than the most powerful spell. He held back tears and said, "Fortunately, I am no longer a Taoist priest, so there is no need to force myself to get rid of hatred."

Zhang Xiang'er took a deep breath and couldn't tell whether she was still a Taoist priest. Not far behind her, the more than 300 surviving Taoist priests had more or less the same doubts.

In Yelin Town, which is shrouded in sorrow, there is only one person who is not affected.

Mr. Yishi stood at the end of the street and frowned: "How many people died? I released her too early."

Mr. Yishi chattered for a while, and his attention was attracted by a few figures in the sky. He shook his head, "It's not perfect as expected. There is still a bit of blue in the hair. There are really not enough dead people."

The mortals in Yelin Town did not recognize Shi Hanyuan, but the Taoist priests all knew who he was. No one gave an order. More than 300 Taoist priests rose into the sky almost at the same time and summoned magical weapons. A few talisman masters and casual cultivators immediately understood what was going on. Things also flew up.

Zhang Xiang'er took the lead and said angrily: "Shi Hanyuan, you are the culprit of all this!"

Shi Hanyuan was silent. The Taoist priests were about to attack in groups when Lord Yishi's sarcasm came from far away, "Don't be stupid, Shi Hanyuan is not a prisoner, but a complete Taoist priest serving in Rimang. With a wave of his hand, , you all have to lie on the street with these dead bodies. Be honest and go on being sad. The affairs of the strong are left to the strong. You can't understand and you can't participate."

The Taoist priests had seen clearly before that it was the three-soul monster that neutralized the final blow of the red light. Without him, only a handful of people in Yelin Town would have survived. As for how Shi Hanyuan was defeated in the end, no one could see clearly. Naturally, I will not attribute it to Mr. Ishi.

The Taoist priests were still in a besieging posture and did not take any action, but they did not obey Lord Yishi's order to retreat.

"There are many corpses belonging to the Taoist tradition outside. They don't know who they are following, and they are considered innocent. Please go and collect their corpses." Yang Qingyin came out, seemingly unharmed, but She was standing on the ground, breathing slightly heavy, which were signs of internal injuries.

Her request was more effective than Lord Yishi's order. Everyone flew out of the town. The bodies of the Taoist army were scattered dozens of miles away, and it would take some time to collect them.

Zhang Xiang'er nodded to Shen Cunyi who was lying on the ground, and followed everyone out of town.

Mu Dong'er didn't notice her mother's abnormality, and was still chatting happily with Yao Er, insisting that he call himself "Bald Man", "You are Bald Man, your appearance has changed, you have an extra body, and you have no memory." Fully recovered, but you are bald, you are absolutely right. Just listen to me, we were the best before."

"Okay, okay, my name is Baldy, but this name is really weird..."

Yang Qingyin turned around and walked towards the remaining courtyard. Feifei came up to meet her and whispered: "Spirit King, you have to be careful and never cast spells. Our Lady of Ten Thousand Sons and Flea are okay for the time being. Black Phoenix... let's see if she can survive." Tonight."

"Go and help others." Yang Qingyin felt tired as never before, but she had to persevere.

Feifei said goodbye. There were actually not many injured people in the town, but they all needed to be treated as soon as possible.

Xiao Hao was sitting on a black log, teasing the little turtle in her hand. Yang Qingyin was not going to let her help Feifei. Xiao Hao's heartless look could easily make her as jealous as Yi Shijun.

Mu Dong'er and Bald Zi landed first and ran into the nearby ruins to look for the remaining mirrors.

Qin Lingshuang landed second and stood in front of Yang Qingyin, staring at her quietly. Yang Qingyin's heart moved, and she suddenly felt strong pressure, and she immediately guessed that this was not a dragon demon. Xiao Qingtao walked out of a magic-made room. She had just settled the injured Black Phoenix, the Virgin of Ten Thousand Sons and Flea, and was about to go find Xin Youtao. When she looked up and suddenly saw Qin Lingshuang, she was also surprised because she recognized him. A familiar expression, but this expression is mixed with a very unfamiliar indifference. It is the indifference only seen by Taoist disciples who have been practicing smoothly. It is completely different from Fangfang's calmness.

Shi Hanyuan finally landed. Regardless of the image of Rimang Taoist priest, he summoned a bronze mirror and cast a spell on himself, trying to expel the remnant soul of Shen Geng attached to his body, but he almost awakened the remnant soul.

Mr. Yishi walked in from the outside with a smile, "It's useless. The remnant soul was planted by Kun Chaos. You can't get rid of it with your current ability."

Shi Hanyuan's eyes did not look at Mr. Yishi, but towards Qin Lingshuang. It was this woman who once awakened his soul in an instant and suppressed Shen Geng's remaining soul. The power of her magic and the ingenuity of her spells were beyond his imagination. I don’t understand how a person who only seems to be in the Yuemang realm can be stronger than me?

Mr. Yishi was so proud that he even nodded to Yin Buchen who followed him in, and then said to Qin Lingshuang: "You will surprise the whole world."

Qing Lingshuang hummed noncommittally, still staring at Yang Qingyin, hoping to evoke some emotions in her memory.

Xiao Qingtao walked slowly and asked in a low voice: "Are you...are you Fangfang?"

Qin Lingshuang's eyes slowly turned to Xiao Qingtao, remembering who this was, but her heart was still unmoved.

Mr. Yishi doesn't care about any of this. He just wants to emphasize one thing, "I am your creator and you are my slave. Of course, a higher-level slave can be called a disciple. In short, you must obey from now on." And only obey my orders, understand?"

Qin Lingshuang's eyes turned to Yishi Jun again. She found useful information from another person's memory, so she shook her head, "I am not anyone's slave or disciple. I have my own 'Tao'. My whole mission is Perfect it gradually.”

The pride on Mr. Yishi's face instantly turned to coldness, "It seems you are not smart enough..."

Mr. Yishi's thoughts had just moved, and the spell had not yet been formed. Qin Lingshuang had already made the move first, without any warning.

With a bang, Ishi-kun fell to his knees as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.