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Fighting evil, some evil gods used to control the soul in ancient times, has the effect of changing the soul and changing the heart. Jiu Mingmei had seen it in the master's library pavilion, this fighting was very domineering, whether it was for immortals or mortals, it had a miraculous effect. If there is no time, there is only one kind of person: the pure wicked.

Immortals and mortals have souls, hearts, and good natures, but they can't escape some evil thoughts. In the teachings of the world, human beings try their best to get rid of these evil thoughts, but they cannot absolutely eradicate them, and they often hide them in their hearts and do not let outsiders know about them. The immortals are cultivating immortals and refining their hearts, and they abandon evil thoughts. However, good and evil are inseparable, and the fighting comes into being.

"Dou Sha can gather the evil thoughts in his heart and gradually turn them into a soul. A good soul and a bad soul, the two souls will be pinched like that, until the evil soul completely tears apart the good soul and occupies the entire soul and body. Feng Qianji explained as she wrapped her hair into a mummy.

Fa Fa sensed that there was a demonic aura in the yard last night, and there was a smell of blood, and he was very uneasy. As an apprentice of Taifeng Yuanzun, even if he is not strong, he has a natural sense of justice when it comes to punishing evil and promoting good. But the sense of justice can't afford to eat, and as soon as it entered the house, it was arrested by Zhong Chishui.

Zhong Chishui noticed the immortal aura in its body and was very interested, so he planted a fighting evil for it. Let the evil soul replace the good soul, and turn the disciples of Taifeng Yuanzun into evil, which is also interesting to think about.

Shan Hu Yinhu said suspiciously: "How can you be so familiar with Zhong Chishui's fighting?" He already knew that Feng Qianji was the first male apprentice of Xunchi Yuanzun, and he could be regarded as his own junior brother, but no matter what, it was difficult to have a good impression of this overly beautiful Eighth Emperor.

The fighting technique is too domineering, and since the decisive battle between the gods and demons in the wilderness 100,000 years ago, it has been banned by the Heavenly Monarch and no one is allowed to use it again. Even the books that recorded the fighting were burned. Rao is in the book of Taifeng Yuanzun. It's just an explanation that there have been such spells in this world. Therefore, even Jiu Mingmei and the single fox mark can't be seen, and the hair is a fight. Even if Feng Qianji is a disciple of the Yuanzun of the Smoke Pond, how can he see the clues at a glance?

Feng Qianji heard the other party's suspicions. Wu Zi tied a proper bow on the back of his head, and said with a smile: "Zhong Chishui is my senior sister who betrayed her master, and she has been in the royal family of Qi for hundreds of years, as the prince of Qi country, I have studied her for ten years. ”

Decade?

Ten years ago. He was only thirteen years old, and he was still a half-grown teenager, what was he doing studying Zhong Chishui?

"Oops!" Tian Cui suddenly screamed, and suddenly realized that the bead god did not kill Ziying, but was killed by the murderer. She realized the grievance of the bead god, and felt more and more sad: "That...... What kind of evil is this, will the bead god die? ”

"I can't die," Feng Qianji said to her with a smile, "but I fell into the devil's way." Since then, I have changed my hobby, killing a few people and drinking a few mouthfuls of blood every day. ”

Tian Cui has experienced a lot of frightening in the past two days, and this time he was scared again. Thinking that she was an ordinary country girl, she fell into the pile of gods and demons, and she was not scared of three games and two shorts, she was already quite strong.

Feng Qianji said lightly, but Jiu Mingmei was really unhappy, she, Ah Yin, and Fa Fa added up to almost 300,000 years old, and she was actually a human demon who was less than a thousand years old. Shame on you! If Fa Fa was really replaced by a ghast, fell into the devil's path, and became a bloodthirsty demon, how would she explain to the old man of her master?!

The phoenix's eyes narrowed slightly. Nine bright and murderous.

Feng Qianji smiled: "Mei'er, don't be angry, don't say that you can't find Zhong Chishui now, even if you find her and kill her, you still can't solve the fight." ”

"What, you have a way?" Jiu Mingmei leaned over and clenched her fists. If he dares to make a naughty laugh, she will not spare him!

Feng Qianji took advantage of the situation to lean over with his white face, pointed to his cheeks and smiled: "Come, (╯3╰) Hello first!" ”

Jiu Mingmei grinned, went up with a fist, and gave him a thunder fist. However, before her fist could reach his white face, she was held by his wide palm. The palm was against the fist, and the five fingers were slightly closed, wrapping her small fist thinly, and the warmth gathered from all directions, itching.

He took advantage of the situation to pull her little fist and lightly imprinted a kiss on the back of her delicate hand: "Little Mei'er, your love is deep, and mine is going to the soup." ”

His smile slowly faded, and the whole person was like a squeezing autumn wind, which made Jiu Mingmei feel some unreal feelings welling up in his heart. He...... Isn't he trying to dispel the fighting of his hair, what is he going to do to hurt himself? Jiu Mingmei moved her small mouth, and her voice was a little stiff: "You...... If you have any ideas, I'll do it. ”

Feng Qianji said: "Are you worried about me? ”

"Well, I'm worried that the old pervert will come to provoke me again without a man."

"Alas......" Feng Qianji was infinitely sentimental, but he was still a solemn look, as if he was going to break into the knife mountain and go to the sea of fire.

Seeing that he was using this to plunder Xiao Jiu's mind, Shan Huyin's expression darkened: "Fa Fa is an immortal disciple of my Fengluan Mountain, and he has nothing to do with the Eighth Prince. If there is any difficult way to do it, it is also my senior brother. ”

"Really? Can you do it? Feng Qianji twisted her brows, looking very unwilling.

"But it doesn't hurt to say it."

"Okay!" Feng Qianji simply stuffed his hair into the arms of Shan Hu Yin and said, "Throw it into the pure pool of Xihai Zhenjun to soak it for ten days, and then feed it with Beimang Zhenjun's Tianshan Snow Lotus for ten days, and finally let Nanhai Dougu sing it a pure heart mantra for ten days, and when the green in its eyes fades, it will be done." How, can the elder brother do it, or can't he do it? ”

Shan Huyin was dumbfounded, ten days in the West Sea, ten days in Beimang, and ten days in the South China Sea, he went, so he couldn't stay here for dozens of days to take care of Xiao Jiu. In the interval of these dozens of days, how will Feng Qianji be courteous to Xiao Jiu?

Good fellow, this kid has dug a hole and is waiting for him to jump!

"You ......"

"Senior brother can't do it?"

"I ......"

"Senior brother can't do it."

"You ......"

"Mei'er, senior brother ......"

"I'll go!" Shan Huyin tightened his good-looking pink and white face, and for the first time, he lost his good temper and patience, "Xiao Jiu, after thirty days, I will return to you with my hair intact." ”

After speaking, he forcibly broke Jiu Mingmei's little fist from Feng Qianji's hand, connected her index finger, and rubbed it carefully until the bones were completely connected, and there was no damage to be seen. (To be continued.) )