Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up rags

At the end of the secret passage is a secret room with bookshelves on three sides.

Books were neatly placed on it, and in the middle was a desk.

There was a faint scent of books in the room, and the wax on the table was made of something unknown, but it was still lit.

The dim firelight danced at the moment the wind came. Yan Yun walked to the table and picked up the scroll on the table.

The scroll was quite heavy and slowly unfolded in her hands. On it was a painting of a woman, with some of Rong Hui's shadow visible between her eyebrows.

She understood in her heart that this was the mother Ronghui was talking about.

"Host, this is a soul-retaining scroll. It can retain your own or other people's souls in the painting. It is an eighth-grade magical instrument."

"If one day you can't escape, you can abandon your body and leave your soul inside, but the time limit cannot exceed one year. Otherwise, even if you rebuild your body, you can't go back and can only enter the cycle of reincarnation."

Duocai's voice sounded, "But there is a soul inside now. You need to release her soul before you can use it again."

"You just need to inject your spiritual power into it and then draw this symbol. However, this scroll has been used several times. Now that it is in your hands, it can probably be used three or four more times."

Good stuff indeed.

Yan Yun followed its method, and soon, a phantom of a woman appeared out of thin air on the scroll.

There was a gentleness like water in her slender eyes. After a brief thank you, she disappeared from Yan Yun's sight and turned into a wisp of green smoke and returned to the world.

She took the scroll with her, and when she left, she returned to the courtyard where she met Ronghui.

Yan Yun took out a bag of seeds of unknown origin that he had obtained a long time ago, dug up the dark soil, and planted them.

"Host, you're just going to plant it here?"

In fact, it is impossible to identify what this bag of seeds is, but Duocai still feels a little distressed if he decides to plant them. After all, such a special thing must be something extraordinary according to its nature.

She spread out her hands and chanted a mantra to encourage the seeds to germinate.

Wisps of wood spiritual energy transformed into visible green air surrounding the sprout that broke through the ground. In the desolate and desolate place, it was the only living thing.

"This is all I have. Don't worry. I only planted a part of it. Just let it bloom here."

“Although it may not be a flower, I hope it can survive.”

Yan Yun nodded, thought about the current situation in the demon world where there was no grass growing and resentment was everywhere, and added another sentence.

The vitality contained in flowers and plants is the basis of all things and is the purest vitality. She is small and cannot save all things, so she leaves the seeds of hope in this desolate land.

The camellia tree on the wall has become dead branches, with only the remaining roots standing alone and turning black at the foot of the wall. I think he would be happy if new life could be nurtured here.

When she returned to the human world, the one-day period of her transformation into a spirit had just expired. The timing was just perfect.

The moment Song Qingyue regained consciousness, she was in a trance, as if she had been dreaming.

In her dream, her wholeheartedly admired and respected master took her into the demonic world and put her soul into another body.

Then she returned to her body, but this body seemed to contain two people.

Sometimes it's her, sometimes it's someone else.

She began to lose track of reality, she didn't know what she was doing, or even why she was still alive.

When she told Yan Yun about this dream, Yan Yun finally understood that there was still Qinghui in the body of Song Qingyue when she returned.

They coexist as one, but it is obvious that Qinghui is the most dominant.

"So am I a demon now?"

Song Qingyue was a little confused. What was she now?

"You are Song Qingyue."

Listening to Yan Yun's words, Song Qingyue's eyes were suddenly filled with tears. She raised her hazy eyes and looked at the girl in front of her. She had a face similar to hers. She smiled lightly and looked at her with a powerful and gentle gaze.

"Come on, let's make this known to the world."

Song Qingyue looked at her gratefully and held the hand that Yan Yun opened to her.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Yan Yun took her and flew straight to Changle Sect on his sword. The crimson light sprinkled on the two of them, and even their hair became dreamy.

Changle Sect in the distance, facing the sunset in the sky, came into view as if covered with a layer of sacred and lonely light.

They landed at the entrance of the mountain. When several disciples guarding the mountain saw the two's faces clearly, they were almost frightened to death. They fled into the sect to report to the leader.

Liang Xun had just returned from outside and hadn't had a rest yet when he heard that Yan Yun had resurrected from the dead and Song Qingyue had come out from the demon world to kill them all. He was so scared that he almost couldn't breathe.

He ordered them to report to the Immortal King, and then rushed to the mountain gate to check the situation.

Not only him, the entire sect was alarmed. If it weren't for the suppression from the Discipline Hall, they would have probably crushed the entrance to the mountain.

Several elders looked at Song Qingyue warily. Song Qingyue's ferocity after he was possessed by the devil was deeply rooted in people's minds. Although there is no demonic energy in this person now, people still have to worry.

But when their eyes fell on the person behind Yan Yun, they all fell into great silence.

"How is it? Is the Immortal Lord here?"

Liang Xun squeezed out of the crowd, asking questions as he squeezed.

"No need to invite him, he's here."

Before Liang Xun walked out, accompanied by the clear voice of a young girl, Yu Feng, who had lost all his cultivation and had broken meridians, appeared in front of everyone, causing an uproar.

"Yu Feng abused forbidden techniques for his own selfish desires and harmed his disciples"

She exposed his evil deeds word by word, and her spiritual power poured her words into everyone's ears. The entire Changle Sect was as silent as death, with only her voice resounding everywhere.

The expressions on the faces of the elders, peak masters and hall masters became more and more complicated. No one spoke as they looked at Yu Feng who had a numb face.

“If you uncles and aunts don’t believe me, you can check whether Qingyue’s soul has been replaced.”

Song Qingyue took a step forward and said, "If it weren't for Yan Yun, I'm afraid we would still be deceived!"

She looked at Yu Feng, with endless disappointment and anger in her eyes.

"Immortal Lord."

Liang Xun digested all the information he had just learned. Looking at Yu Feng, who was already at the end of his strength and about to die, he sighed and didn't know what to say, "You guys come in first."

He opened a corner of the mountain protection formation and led them into the Changle Sect.

It was still quiet here at this time. Everything they just learned completely overturned their cognition. The immortal king who was bright and clear and devoted to the Tao actually killed so many people in order to resurrect the woman from the demon world.

What they said just now was that the woman from the demon world had infected many people in their Changle Sect with demonic energy, so aren’t they the same?

For a moment, everyone was in a panic, and all the disciples could not help but doubt themselves and the people around them.

The person who was determined to write 10,000 articles suddenly realized that he had been playing with his phone for three hours before he started writing. Have a nice weekend everyone~