The system is unreliable, the host can only save herself

Everyone in the Universe knows what happened next.

The wife of the once-favored leader of Tianji Pavilion, Murong Yunmo, a first-class mortal woman, fell into the evil path.

Twenty years later, before the wedding ceremony of the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion and his new wife Zhang Yunyan, she plotted to kill Zhang Yunyan, causing the sisters to kill each other.

The head of Tianji Pavilion, Lingshu, went mad and broke into the demon world alone, killing the witch Amo with his own hands.

They extracted its soul and refined its bones, turning it into a spirit weapon and imprisoned it forever.

After accepting A-Mo's memory, Su Jingyu only wanted to describe it in one sentence:

Love is indeed something that can lower one's intelligence, or even drive one crazy!

After this incident, she, who had no hope in love in the first place, became even more wary of it.

She sighed and said to Xiao Wu, who had a blank expression:

"Alas! The most regrettable thing in this farce is the stunning Zhang Yunyan, who only has water spiritual roots.

She was so innocent, but her life was ruined by two love-brained people, and she died without a trace."

Xiao Wu immediately cooperated and said, "Xiao Yu, you are absolutely right!"

Su Jingyu burst out laughing.

"Xiao Wu never thought that a heart as wooden as yours could understand human emotions."

Xiao Wu immediately retorted:

"Although I don't understand human emotions, I know I have to make Xiaoyu happy!"

Su Jingyu looked at the funny Xiao Wu and felt comforted for some reason. Her mood brightened instantly!

Yes, love and the like are not as important as cultivation.

She has so many friends and has no shortage of men. Master is right, men can only affect the speed at which you draw your sword.

Feeling better, Su Jingyu began to search the palace carefully.

She accepted Ah Mo's memories, and of course she knew that this so-called "tomb keeper" was actually a fabrication by Ah Mo to deceive her.

——The purpose is to seize her body,

This is not the mausoleum of Lingshu Venerable at all.

Instead, it was a place refined by Venerable Lingshu specifically used to imprison her soul.

She was going to a place that Amo had quietly hidden in a part of his memory, and if one didn't pay attention, one might just skip it.

However, the careful Su Jingyu still detected a hint of excitement in Amo's consciousness.

She wanted to go here and see what kind of treasure it was that could make her so happy.

When she found an ordinary-looking mirror in Amo's bedroom according to his memory,

She was confused again. It was just an ordinary mirror. What was there to be excited about?

She probed her spiritual sense into the mirror and examined it carefully, only to find that the mirror was actually a spiritual weapon, and there was a spirit sealed inside it.

Looking at the appearance of the spirit, Su Jingyu suddenly understood why Amo was inexplicably excited.

She extracted her own sister's soul and refined it into a weapon spirit.

And because the technique was immature and the soul extracted was not complete, the spirit of the weapon was still a little stupid.

Oh my God! Su Jingyu could imagine the pain of being sucked out of one's soul alive by someone using an unskilled secret method, which was worse than death.

How desperate this poor girl must have been at that time!

She picked up the mirror and flashed into the space.

"Uncle Master, come and take a look."

Fang Muqing heard her cry, and controlled the Hunyuan Ding to fly to her side and hover, asking:

"Xiaoyu, what happened? Why are you so anxious?"

"Uncle Master, can you help me take a look at this mirror spirit? Is there any way to repair the soul?"

After Su Jingyu finished speaking, she told Fang Muqing about Zhang Yunyan's tragic life again, and then said:

"If possible, I want to help this girl. After all, she is the most innocent."

Fang Muqing thought for a moment and said, "There is something in our space that can repair her soul."

Su Jingyu quickly asked, "What is it? How come I don't know?"

Fang Muqing asked him again: "Do you still remember Qiyue, the spirit of the Hunyuan Cauldron?

Su Jingyu replied: "Of course I know. It sacrificed itself to complete the soul of its master Shangguan Yuaner, so we have our current junior sister Shangguan Yuaner."

Fang Muqing then slowly said:

"Yes, in addition to gathering spirits, the Wuji Lingmu can also condense souls. However, the soul after condensation may not be the same as before. You have to think carefully."

Su Jingyu thought for a moment and said:

"If Zhang Yunyan is awake, she definitely won't want to live in a muddle-headed state like she is now, so uncle, let's condense her soul!"

Fang Muqing said: "Since you have made the decision for her, then give me the mirror.

I will put her soul into the Wuji Spirit Tree to nourish it, but how long will it take to solidify the soul? That's hard to say."

Su Jingyu put the mirror into Fang Muqing's small tripod.

"Let it be. I'll leave the rest to Uncle Master. If she solidifies her soul one day, please come and call me."

Fang Muqing took the mirror and said to Su Jingyu, "Got it."

He turned around and flew quickly towards the Spirit Gathering Pool where the Wuji Spirit Tree was planted, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.