The "Soul Creation Technique" is extremely difficult, and ordinary immortal cultivators can't master it. If you want to create such a level of realism as Eight Days, even the immortals of the Heavenly Realm can't do it. Hmm, it can't be Dongjun himself? His old man has not been pursued by anyone for hundreds of years, and he is so idle?

The national teacher stroked his white robe and pretended to be calm: "People are iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry and panic." Ume-sama, do you want to have a meal first? ”

Suddenly, he howled "oops", and the long beard of Bai Huahua was held in the palm of his hand by Mingmei, and he was so desperately dragged that he wanted to die.

Jiu Mingmei said: "Once the soul is damaged, it won't last for three hours at most, and I don't have time to play tricks with you!" ”

The strongest plum god in Fengluan Mountain is not in vain. Taifeng Yuanzun's collection of books was flipped through by Jiu Mingmei, and every time she was assessed, her practical and theoretical results were the first. Hmm, "sound idiot" and "math idiot" stubble, please automatically block it~

It has long been recorded in the "Soul Creation Beauty Strategy" written by Xun Chi Yuanzun that soul creation is extremely heavily maintained, and if it is properly maintained, the handsome guy can see the flowers, and the beautiful woman makes the car burst a tire. If any of the masters who do not have a long heart do not maintain it in time, so that the soul creation is seriously damaged, the soul creation will disappear after three hours.

Salvage Method: None.

Although the answer is "none", Jiu Mingmei has to find the guy who made the eight days, even if it is to smash his braincase, he has to break it up!

Seeing that Mei Shen was really anxious, the national teacher's teeth loosened, and he was about to spit out, when he suddenly straightened his spine again.

"I don't know wow!"

"Hmm, have a backbone?" Jiu Mingmei even raised his eyebrows.

"I, I really don't make it!" The national teacher grinned in pain, and he couldn't say anything, but for the sake of his own life, he still tried his best to say everything, "When I took in Ba Chen, I didn't make him a soul, and I was also a ...... He injured his skin when he practiced swordsmanship for a few months, and he ...... only to notice. Even if the white beaver has great courage, he doesn't dare to ...... Oops! Don't you dare to lie to Mei Shen? ”

The white hair suddenly tightened, and suddenly relaxed, and it was really a flickering in the sky and the earth, scaring a beast to death.

Mingmei thought about it slightly: Hmm, dare to lie to me? Unless the white beaver dies! But he didn't know, didn't he wait for Ba Yu to wake up before he could ask?

However, Ba Yan has become a half-dead state, and a pair of good-looking eyes are tightly closed. No matter how much she beat and shouted, he couldn't wake up. The flesh on his body changed from pink to purple, from purple to gold, and finally back to pink. Dots of pink flesh peel off the gap and dissipate into the air. Judging at the speed of dissipation, I am afraid that it will not last even half an hour.

Serious injuries, serious injuries, all for her......

Serious, dull eight days,

Wooden, shy eight,

Serious, serious eight days,

Honest and well-behaved......

Obviously a mortal who is not very powerful, but he always stands up in times of crisis and stands in front of him.

The only one left in this world, the fool who protects her in the heart......

Jiu Mingmei lifted the ears of the national teacher and said, "Take care of him, I'll look for your master!" ”

The national teacher was frightened and lost his face, come obediently, didn't Mei Shen really go to find Dongjun? He hurriedly said: "I don't make Dongjun God, where is it now!" ”

He doesn't "make", but he "makes" it very brightly, and the pursuit of 30,000 years of stalkerism is not in vain. It's the warm summer season, and it's the time when the summer breeze is clear and clear. At this time of year, Dongjun will go to the Liuhua Rock in the east of the wind to collect the summer breeze to make warm wind robes and prepare for the birthday gift of the Heavenly Monarch.

Before the national teacher had time to collapse, and before Mingmei had time to walk, he saw a purple ball floating in and hanging on the bed, shrouding the remnants of Ba Yan in the purple mist. The flesh-pink dots of light quickly peeled away from the remnants and poured into the purple mist, ten times faster than just now!

The stump is getting smaller and smaller, and the lower half of the body is gone, leaving only the broken breast, most of the rotten neck, and the half-pulled head on the neck.

Who's absorbing the remnants of Hachi's body?!

Jiu Mingmei's expression was awe-inspiring, and he immediately threw it over, smashing into the purple mist accurately. I saw a crackling crackle, and gorgeous red flowers bloomed in the purple mist. This trick delayed the absorption of the purple mist, but it was only suspended. Zi Mist shook his small body and continued to feast.

In the blink of an eye, this purple mist swept like a cloud, swallowing the remaining half of Bayu's head. The bed was empty, and there was nothing left.

"Hiccup~~"

Purple Mist burped, shook lazily on the bed, and spit out a small black and white ball. The ball was about the size of a glass bead, white and snow-white, black and jet-black, and when you looked closely, it was clearly an eyeball.

Could it be that this purple mist will also have indigestion? The national teacher floated several black lines on his forehead, but he didn't dare to say the thoughts that came to his mind. Because, Jiu Mingmei's expression at this moment is familiar.

The last time she had such a look, the eagle-eyed demon who had swallowed the jade by mistake was cramped and cut off by her. In the end, there were a few hairs left, and she made a broom and threw them into the hut. Well, Mei Shen's handicraft class results are all excellent. Thinking of this, the national teacher clenched his white beard and shook it three times.

A plum bone faintly climbed from the cheek to the brow, and then ran all the way to the forehead. The sound of teeth rubbing overflowed from between her lips and teeth, and she dared to snatch someone under her nose? I'm really impatient to live. Even if this person is the maker of the Eight Nights, it is no exception!

A red whirlwind swirled out of the plum bone and fell into the palm of the hand, turning into a northern branch fan.

With a wave of his hand, the north branch bloomed, and the red plum slices.

The soft and gorgeous plum petals seemed to come to life from the fan, blown away by the breeze, and gently and softly surrounded by the purple mist, as if dancing a brisk dance. Suddenly, the plum petal flashed with knife light, and it instantly turned into a sharp knife, stabbing at the center of the purple mist at the same time!

The blade of the blade passed through the purple mist, becoming more and more gorgeous, and blood was dripping from each plum petal.

Blood dripped on the bed, and red plums bloomed one after another.

The quiet moves, the silent confrontation, drew a strange picture of blood and plum.

A suppressed murmur came from the center of the purple mist, followed by a slender figure. His usual purple clothes are fluttering, and a wisp of long black bangs is dangling in front of the left side of his face, and the exposed right side of his face is still so good-looking, but it is whiter than usual, and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth are even more eye-catching on his pale face.

The national teacher hurriedly saluted: "Meet His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince." You...... Are you okay? ”

Feng Qianji knelt on the bed on her left knee, barely supporting her tall body, cold sweat oozed from her forehead, but she still smiled very wickedly: "Nine girls, this trick is very beautiful." ”

Jiu Mingmei sneered: "You should be glad that you are a person." ”

"Oh?"

"If you were a demon, you would have already peeled off your skin and cramped, and your soul would fly!"