Zhou Qilin spoke slowly: "She said she was Su Yao. But I suspect... she is not the 'current' Su Yao."
Su Yao curled his lips and said nothing, then walked out of the side hall.
Fu Bao: "Don't think too much. After all, the Su family is a medical family, so naturally they have some unique skills."
At this moment, the twenty-six ghost gate needles turned into a faint light and flew into Su Yao's sleeves. There was no sound, but it seemed that from then on, she would no longer be just an intern forensic doctor, but the master of Yin medicine from a thousand years ago... who had returned to the world again.
Who would have known that the so-called Yinyi Sect Master was just a clone of Su Yao's previous life.
Soon, Amei was escorted down the mountain by Fubao.
Su Yao and the others rushed to Fuling Village...
At present, the old temple of Fuling has long been reduced to ruins, but there is a different world under the ground.
Behind the ancestral hall, under a dry well, lies an entire underground secret altar.
At this moment, thousands of lamps gathered in the altar, the Yin fire was fierce, and the wicks were all made of bones.
In the center of the altar, there is an ancient bronze tripod, soaked in bright red blood, on which float the broken finger bones and hair of a baby. Next to the tripod hangs a string of blood talismans, and "soul-guiding beads" that gleam with faint light are inlaid on the edge of the altar.
Taoist Master Jia stood at the center of the formation, holding the "Soul-Capturing Banner" in his hand, his hair loose and his face exposed. He was no longer human, nor ghost. Only a trace of crazy obsession remained in his eyes: "Three souls return to their places, ten thousand bloods become incarnations, I shall live forever..."
In the distance, a sword energy like a rainbow slashed from the ground into the earth. The dark blue lotus light broke through the spiritual barrier protecting the altar. With her robe fluttering, Murong Yin suddenly stepped in.
"Jia Qingxiu!"
The Soul Binding Mirror in Murong Yin's hand shone brightly, and spiritual energy poured into the altar like a tidal wave. The dead souls wailed incessantly, "You dare to sacrifice the soul lamp of your blood relative? You want to use the Fate-Defying Formation to save your life?"
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