The white-haired old man glanced meaningfully at the long table, then raised his eyes to look at Qin Jiao, and smiled maliciously at her, Qin Jiao frowned, but couldn't say anything.

Can't stop!

She must not stop!

The white-haired old man suddenly raised his hand, and his fingertips scratched a finger on the long table, and the runes that Shen Anran couldn't change changed in the fingertips of the white-haired old man.

Qin Jiao's face turned pale, and a seal was formed in her hand, and a ray of divine light descended on the long table, and the runes slowly recovered, but the corners of Qin Jiao's mouth also overflowed with blood.

Shen Anran laughed heartily when he saw Qin Jiao's bleeding appearance.

"Master, you are so powerful, I knew that you would definitely be able to help me avenge my hatred!"

The white-haired old man ignored her, he raised his hand again, the runes were changed again, and Qin Jiao could only lose more spiritual power and restore the runes to their original state.

Blood flowed from her mouth and nose, and Qin Jiao sat cross-legged, bleeding in front of the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man saw her like this, and laughed proudly: "How long can you hold on?" ”

Qin Jiao didn't speak, there were words in her mouth, the runes were revolving around the fourteenth and eighty-eighth, Qin Jiao saw the runes gradually disappearing into their bodies, reshaping their souls for them and dissipating their resentment.

Shen Anran looked at Qin Jiao's miserable appearance and laughed sickly: "Qin Jiao, I don't know when you started to contact these evil demons, but so what, how powerful can you be?" See? This master is my master, my master has accepted me as an inner disciple, I will definitely be more powerful than you in the future, but you are destined not to see it, today is your death! ”

Qin Jiao only thought it was funny, and accepted her as an inner disciple? She didn't want to think about herself, why?

Shen Anran's talent is average, why did this old man accept her as a disciple? Qin Jiao seemed to have thought of something, and she knew it in her heart.

She can't live by herself, she is not so kind to remind Shen Anran that this path was chosen by herself, what does it have to do with her!

"Qin Jiao, beg for mercy!" Shen Anran smiled proudly: "If you kneel down and beg for mercy, I can plead for you in front of the master and let the master spare your life." ”

No matter what Shen Anran said to Qin Jiao, Qin Jiao ignored her.

Shen Anran was furious and shouted at the white-haired old man: "Master, kill her quickly!" ”

The white-haired old man couldn't bear it anymore, and glared at Shen Anran angrily: "When will it be your turn to order as a teacher!" ”

Shen Anran only saw the kind side of the white-haired old man during this time, and suddenly stopped yelling like this, her whole person was stunned, and she was stunned in place.

The white-haired old man found that he couldn't change these runes anymore, he watched the runes disappear into the bodies of the two fierce spirits, he guessed that this was some kind of ritual to purify the soul body, seeing that she was about to succeed in this posture!

No way!

Can't let her succeed!

The white-haired old man thought so, and immediately sat cross-legged like Qin Jiao, his hands were sealed, and there were words in his mouth.

The surrounding yin wind was gusting, Qin Jiao secretly said that it was not good, he was actually summoning the evil spirits nearby, if the evil spirits poured in, the resentment conflicted, it would also affect the refining of the spirit servant.

Soon!

She can't afford to lose all her work!

A thick black mist poured into the backyard, and the runes on the long table seemed to have a fatal attraction to them, and the evil spirits frantically pounced on the long table.

Cold sweat broke out on Qin Jiao's forehead, and there were words in her mouth, and only the last link of the runes remained.

Seeing that the evil spirits were about to pounce, Qin Jiao shouted violently: "All spirits are in place!" ”

Buzz –

The white-haired old man was suddenly shocked by an invisible force, he covered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood, and Shen Anran was also shocked by the aftermath, lying on the ground and wailing.

The evil spirits that rushed towards the long table turned to ashes in an instant, they could have waited for their lives, but now they were pulled away by the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man looked at the long table in disbelief, and saw that the two fierce spirits opened their eyes violently, and a pair of eyes that should have been blood-colored had regained their clarity like ordinary people.

"This ...... It's ......"

No. 14 and No. 88 looked at themselves blankly, and then subconsciously looked at each other, and when they were sure that the other party was their love, they hugged each other on the long table and couldn't help crying.

Then they found out that they could cry!

Evil spirits don't shed tears, and fierce spirits don't, but now they can cry and laugh like living people, and the only difference is that ordinary people can't see them.

"Servant! It turned out to be a spiritual servant! The white-haired old man finally understood what she was doing, but how could it be? How can there be anyone in this world who refines spiritual servants? This kind of immortal-like magic has long been lost!

Hearing an unfamiliar voice, No. 14 and No. 88 followed the sound, saw that it was a stranger, and looked around again, looking for Qin Jiao's figure.

Then they saw Qin Jiao's seven orifices bleeding, sitting weakly on the ground, her face was not bloody, and her lips were pale, as if her life was about to be lost.

"How so?"

Eighty-eight floated down from the long table and came to Qin Jiao's side.

Number 14 followed, her eyes staring at the white-haired old man fiercely, and she asked, "You hurt her!" ”

Eighty-eight asked in a low voice, "How are you?" You okay? ”

Although Qin Jiao was weak, she had not yet reached the point where she couldn't speak, she gritted her teeth and squeezed out a sentence.

"Give him to me! Hit it out! ”

No. 88 and No. 14 glanced at each other, and the two of them knew in their hearts that Qin Jiao wanted to test their strength.

No. 14 rushed out first, and No. 88 said urgently: "Baby! Let me go first! ”

No. 88 couldn't wait to try this new soul body, he couldn't have imagined that they who had already become fierce spirits would have one day to regain their consciousness, which was all due to Qin Jiao.

What they owe Qin Jiao, eternal life and eternity are not over, they can only be loyal to her, go up the sword mountain and go down the sea of fire for her, and then die!

The white-haired old man secretly said that something was wrong, he was definitely not Qin Jiao's opponent, although Qin Jiao was injured now, he still didn't dare to bet, a warlock who could refine spirit servants......

No! Maybe she can't be called a warlock anymore!

The white-haired old man made the most correct choice in the shortest possible time, he dodged the attacks of No. 14 and No. 88, and ran away with Shen Anran, who had not yet reacted.

"Stop!"

No. 14 and No. 88 were about to catch up, but they were stopped by Qin Jiao.

"Come back!" Hearing this, No. 14 and No. 88 surrounded him, and Qin Jiao weakly advised: "Don't chase after the poor." ”

In fact, Qin Jiao was worried that the two of them were not the opponents of the white-haired old man, so wouldn't it be that the spirit servant she had just refined would be sent to death?

It's better to wait for her to heal from her injuries and meet him in person!

Fourteen worried: "Do I have to take you to the hospital?" ”

Qin Jiao hurriedly shook her head, and commanded in one breath: "Ten million!" Can't take me to the hospital! ”

Seven orifices bleed and not dead, she was afraid of being taken for research.

Qin Jiao fainted after speaking, No. 14 and No. 88 looked at each other, always feeling that it was not good not to send them to the hospital, but she ordered not to go to the hospital again.

At this time, Qin Jiao's mobile phone rang, and the fourteenth and eighty-eighth looked at the mobile phone screen, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

Lu Yanzhou!

He sent it himself, not them!