Unlike ordinary souls, she retains all her memories, and even the tiny things occupy a place in her mind. She remembers her shyness, expectation and every heart-warming, but she still doesn't know who she is.

Memory cannot evoke the same feelings as they were at that time. Some people exaggerate and some weaken them, but she completely cut off the relationship between memory and feelings. They all belong to another body, which has completely disappeared, leaving memories and taking away feelings.

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

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

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

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

Yao Er flew over and said, "Wow, I think you look familiar too. Did we know each other before?"

"Come with 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 shouted: "Wait. Your Excellency... were you a disciple of the Taoist throne? Why are your magic seemingly wrong?"

This is Shi Hanyuan's own soul, and Shen Geng's residual soul is temporarily suppressed.

"Come on too." Qin Lingshuang sent an invitation.

Shi Hanyuan hesitated for a while, and when he looked around, the red light had completely disappeared. Occasionally, there were still remaining spells running up and down. The ground was full of flames and corpses. He used the Sun-Mirror spell and did not leave any living mouths. At least ten thousand Taoist priests and monks died at his hands.

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

Mu Donger and Yao Er were vigilantly preparing their spells.

"I was not the one who fought with you just now." Shi Hanyuan slowed down slightly. He said while flying, "I am Shi Hanyuan, the Taoist priest of Wangshan. The man claimed to be Shen Geng. He was a prisoner who was imprisoned in the Demon Cave many years ago. For some reason, he escaped and occupied my body."

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

"I look exactly the same, but not the same person, this..." Mu Dong'er looked at Qin Lingshuang on the left and Shi Hanyuan flying in the right. He whispered heavily and said in some anger: "Let my mother identify it, I'm confused."

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

Yelin Town is extinguishing the fire. Most of the new houses built by residents have been destroyed by fire, and the rest have been damaged to varying degrees. There is also a group of people carrying out even more sad tasks to collect the bodies. Eighty-seven raid Taoist priests suffered heavy casualties. Ordinary humans and practitioners who remained on the ground were unable to completely avoid the last blow of the red light.

There are corpses everywhere inside and outside the town. Some of them are unrecognizable and have been taken back. They are lined up on the main street of Yelin Town, and ordinary people cry around the bodies of their relatives. Most of the Taoists stood silently, like a group of strangers who were not sociable.

Not all Taoist priests are so calm. Zhang Xianger is kneeling beside Shen Cunyi, lowering her head. She will not cry like a mortal, but she cannot be as restrained as a Taoist priest.

"I'm not dead." Shen Cunyi tried hard to squeeze out a smile, but his cheeks hurt to his bones. He couldn't help but hissed a few times.

Shen Cunyi was very lucky to have his life back under the heavy blow, but he was seriously injured, especially his face, burned by the spell.

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

Zhang Xianger looked up slightly. As a Taoist priest, she was not good at lying and didn't feel it necessary. "Dad was unable to escape, he was here."

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

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

Zhang Xianger took a deep breath and couldn't tell whether she was still a Taoist priest. Not far behind her, more than 300 Taoist priests who survived were more or less confused.

There is only one in Yelin Town shrouded in sorrow.

Yi Shijun stood at the end of the street and frowned and said, "That's how many people died? I released her too early."

He did not lower his voice at all, so he naturally attracted a large number of angry eyes. Yi Shijun looked back one by one, "Does a group of little bugs dare to disrespect me? Do you know that I saved you? Oh, forget it, you don't know anything, you don't know why you live, or why you die. The bug is a bug."

Yi Shijun nagged for a while, his attention was attracted by several figures in the air, and he shook his head, "It's true that it's not perfect enough, and his hair is blue, so there's not enough dead people."

The mortals in Yelin Town did not recognize Shi Hanyuan, but the Taoists knew who he was. No one gave the order. More than 300 Taoists ascended to the sky almost at the same time and summoned magic weapons. A small number of talisman masters and casual cultivators immediately understood what was going on and flew up with them.

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

Shi Hanyuan remained silent. The Taoist priests were about to attack him. Yi Shijun's ridicule came from afar, "Don't be stupid. Shi Hanyuan is not a prisoner, but a complete Taoist priest of the Rimeng. With a wave of his hand, you must all lie on the street with these dead bodies. Be honest, go sad. Leave the strong to deal with the matters of the strong, you can't understand or participate."

The Taoists had seen it clearly before. The last blow to dissolve the red light was the Three Souls Monster. Without him, there would only be a very small number of people in Yelin Town who could survive. As for how Shi Hanyuan was defeated in the end, no one could see it clearly, so naturally it would not be attributed to Yi Shijun.

The Taoists still siege and did not make any moves, but did not follow the orders of Yi Shijun to retreat.

"There are many corpses belonging to the Taoist dynasty outside. They don't know who they are following, so they are innocent. Please take their bodies back as well." Yang Qingyin came out, and she was not hurt on the outside, but she stood on the ground and breathed a little heavy, which were all signs of internal injuries.

Her request was more effective than the order of Yi Shijun. Everyone flew out of the town. The bodies of the Daotong Army were distributed dozens of miles away, and it took some time to collect them.

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

Mu Dong'er didn't notice his mother's abnormality and was still having a lot of fun chatting with Yao Er. He insisted on making him call himself "bald", "You are bald, your appearance has changed, and you have an extra body, and your memory has not been completely restored, but you are bald, absolutely right. Listen to me, we two used to be the best."

"Okay OK, my name is Bald. But this name is really weird..."

Yang Qingyin turned around and walked towards the remaining yard. Feifei came up and whispered: "Spirit King, you must be careful. Never cast spells. The Virgin of Ten Thousand Sons and the Fleas are fine for the time being. Black Phoenix... See if she can persevere tonight."

"You go and help others." Yang Qingyin felt unprecedentedly tired, but she still 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 sat on a black wood and teased the little turtle in his hand. Yang Qingyin didn't plan to ask her to help Feifei. Xiao Hao's heartless appearance easily made her hate like Yi Shijun.

Mu Donger and Baldzi landed first and ran into the nearby ruins to look for the remaining mirrors.

Qin Lingshuang landed the second time, stood in front of Yang Qingyin, staring at her quietly. Yang Qingyin's heart moved, suddenly felt the strong pressure, and immediately guessed that this was not a dragon demon. Xiao Qingtao walked out of a house made of magic. She had just settled the injured Black Phoenix, the Holy Mother of Wanzi and the Flea, and was about to find Xin Youtao. She looked up and saw Qin Lingshuang suddenly, and was also shocked, because she recognized the familiar expression, but this expression was mixed with a little unfamiliar indifference. It was the indifference that only Taoist students who practiced smoothly, and were completely different from Fangfang's calmness.

Shi Hanyuan finally landed. He did not care about obeying the image of Taoist Rimang, so he summoned a bronze mirror to cast spells on him, trying to expel Shen Geng's remaining soul attached to his body, but almost awakened the remaining soul.

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

Shi Hanyuan's eyes did not look at Yi Shijun, but turned to Qin Lingshuang. It was this woman who once awakened his soul in an instant and suppressed Shen Geng's residual soul. The power of magic and the clever magic were beyond his imagination. He did not understand how a person who seemed to be only at the level of subduing the moonlight would be stronger than himself?

Yi Shijun was extremely proud and even nodded at Yin Buchen who followed him in, and then said to Qin Lingshuang: "You will surprise the whole world."

Qin Lingshuang nodded without comment, 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. She remembered who this was, but there was still no turmoil in her heart.

Yi Shijun didn't care about these things, just wanted to emphasize one thing, "I am your creator, you are my slave. Of course, a relatively high-level slave can be said to be a disciple. In short, from now on, you must obey and only obey my orders, do you understand?"

Qin Lingshuang's eyes turned to Yi Shijun again. She found useful information from another person's memory, so she shook her head, "I am not a slave or disciple of anyone. I have my own 'Tao Dharma'. My whole task is to gradually improve it."

The pride on Yi Shijun's face instantly turned into coldness, "It seems that you are not smart enough..."

Yi Shijun's mind was just moving, and his spell had not yet taken shape. Qin Lingshuang had already taken the lead in making a move, without any warning in advance.

With a bang, Yi Shijun seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer and knelt down.
Chapter completed!