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"": "The one in the middle had to be Zhou Sanming's original soul!
Luo Bin had a simple reason for not attacking that soul. After all, this was Zhou Sanming. Could his original soul really have no contingencies? Could one sword strike truly kill him?
Luo Bin wasn't confident of that.
But with the other two yin spirits, Luo Bin was certain they couldn't possibly be as strong as Zhou Sanming's original soul.
There was another crucial point: his three souls and three lives formed a whole. If that whole were broken, even if Zhou Sanming survived, wouldn't his cultivation plummet? Wouldn't he suffer a devastating injury?
In an instant, Luo Bin rushed up to Zhou Sanming's three souls.
The sword was about to plunge into a mouth!
Something changed abruptly!
Zhou Sanming's three souls moved in unison, each striking Luo Bin's chest with a palm!
"The Purple Flower Lantern draws souls out, but cannot hold them still!"
"You're missing the White Lantern!"
The words came from all three souls at once.
Three palms struck his chest!
Luo Bin felt as though his body had been pierced through. His soul trembled even more violently, as if it were about to be blasted out!
Luo Bin spat out a great mouthful of blood!
His soul hadn't been knocked out of his body?
Something seemed to have blocked his body, yet it also felt as though something had entered him!
His arm moved.
Luo Bin wasn't moving it himself.
Another force was driving it!
At the same time, Luo Bin advanced several more steps, passing straight through the three yin spirits!
"You!"
Three voices rang out again!
A faint sigh sounded.
"Me?"
The voice was exceptionally old.
Then Luo Bin raised his hand high and drove the Three-Altar