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185. Eight Yin Soul Lamp

Just as he was about to open the door and enter, Wang Sheng hesitated in his heart. Since he wanted to keep a distance from his junior sister, he could not enter her boudoir again. It was better to wait at the door honestly.

After waiting for another two sticks of incense, the other disciples in the sect had finished their morning lessons, but his junior sister still showed no intention of showing up.

Wangsheng became anxious and shouted something into the room.

No one responded.

He finally plucked up the courage to open the door of his junior sister's room.

As soon as they entered, they saw Ruyi lying on the ground in obscene clothes and pants, with a strange thing stuck tightly in her throat. Her face was purple and her eyes were slightly bulging, and she had already fainted.

Wangsheng hurriedly squatted down and tried to pull the thing up from Ruyi's neck, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move the thing at all. It seemed like it was growing on Ruyi's neck.

Wangsheng took a closer look and exclaimed, that thing was actually the doll he gave to Ruyi, but for some reason all the clothes and hair were burned.

Wangsheng reached out and reached under Ruyi's nose, only to find that the junior sister was no longer breathing.

He was so anxious that he hugged his junior sister horizontally with both hands and flew straight to the forbidden area behind the mountain with his sword.

At this time, probably only Master could save her.



Yan Xuanyi was playing the piano, and Prison Niu, who had been calm, suddenly became manic again.

After a while, Wangsheng flew over, holding Ruyi in his hand.

He laid Ruyi flat on the ground, knelt down and burst into tears: "Master, save junior sister."

Yan Xuanyi immediately paused with his fingers raised, put down Jiuyin Jixuan, and clasped the Ruyi pulse gate with two fingers. There was no longer any beat at the wrist.

Yan Xuanyi stared at the thing on Ruyi's neck, frowned, and said: "Puppet of Nian!"

Now put your hands on it, knead the formula to cast the spell, and recite it in a low voice.

After a while, the porcelain object was seen moving. It opened its small mouth and let out a sharp scream.

Yan Xuanyi grasped the object with five fingers, and then it shattered into countless porcelain shards, and the screams disappeared without a trace.

"You recite the sleeping spell here to guard the prisoner cow, and don't stop until I come back." Yan Xuanyi ordered, hugged Ruyi, and flew away.

Instead, he returned to Ziwei Palace. Along the way, the sound of a loud bell told the disciples that no matter who they were, they must not enter Ziwei Palace.

He placed Ruyi on his bed and took out the last Qinglan Dan from the alchemy furnace.

Ruyi died at this moment and could no longer swallow.

Yan Xuanyi put the Qing Lan Dan into his mouth, chewed it carefully, and then fed Ruyi the pill mixed with saliva from mouth to mouth.

He opened Ruyi's teeth with his tongue and sent the exhausted elixir deep into her throat.

Then eight Yin lamps were lit and distributed around Ruyi.

These eight lamps are soul-inducing lamps, and only by keeping the lamps can the soul be revived.

Not everyone can use the soul-guiding lamp. It is the common law of Tiangang that the soul of a person will be extinguished after death. Presumptuously reviving the soul of the deceased will cause extremely serious consequences. If the caster does not have profound skills, it is very likely that the soul-inducing lamp will be used.

If it backfires, you will die in a matter of seconds.

Yan Xuanyi took off all his and Ruyi's clothes. He sat cross-legged like a lotus and held Ruyi's soft body in his arms.

The cold light surged, and then wisps of blue light passed from Yan Xuanyi's body to Ruyi's body.

To put it bluntly, Ruyi is already a dead person at this moment. Yan Xuanyi fed Qing Landan to preserve the vitality of her body, and lit the lamp to attract her soul and gather her scattered soul.

In the end, what she spent thousands of years cultivating was to unite her soul and body, and stabilize her soul foundation so that the two would no longer be separated.


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