I am a master of metaphysics, what's wrong with earning 500 billion?

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

Can't stop!
She can't stop!
The white-haired old man suddenly raised his hand and swiped his fingertips on the long table. The runes that Shen Anran could not change changed at the white-haired old man's fingertips.

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

Seeing Qin Jiao bleeding, Shen Anran laughed heartily.

"Master, you are so powerful, I knew you would be able to avenge me!"

The white-haired old man ignored her. He raised his hand again, and the rune was changed again. Qin Jiao could only consume more spiritual power to restore the rune to its original state.

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

Seeing her like this, the white-haired old man smiled triumphantly: "How long can you hold on?"

Qin Jiao didn't speak, she was chanting words, the runes were revolving around No.14 and No.88, Qin Jiao saw the runes gradually disappearing in their bodies, reshaping their souls and bodies, and dissipating their grievances.

Seeing Qin Jiao's miserable appearance, Shen Anran laughed morbidly: "Qin Jiao, I don't know when you came into contact with these demons and crooked ways, but so what, how powerful are you? Have you seen this? This master is my master, my master has accepted me as an inner disciple, I will definitely be stronger than you in the future, but you are destined not to see it, today is your death day!"

Qin Jiao just thought it was funny, accepting her as an inner disciple?She didn't even think about why she should?
Shen Anran's talent is average, why did this old man accept her as his disciple?Qin Jiao seemed to have thought of something, and she knew it clearly.

She is not so kind to remind Shen Anran that she chose this path herself, so it has nothing to do with her!
"Qin Jiao, beg for mercy!" Shen Anran smiled triumphantly: "If you kneel down and beg for mercy, I can intercede for you in front of Master, and ask Master to 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 me as a teacher!"

During this period of time, Shen Anran only saw the kind side of the white-haired old man, and suddenly she yelled like that, her whole body froze, and she froze in place at a loss.

The white-haired old man found that he could no longer change these runes. 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. Seeing this posture, she was about to succeed!
No!

Can't let her succeed!

Thinking of this, the white-haired old man immediately sat cross-legged like Qin Jiao. He made a seal with his hands and muttered something.

The surrounding wind was blowing, Qin Jiao secretly thought that it was not good, he was actually summoning the evil spirits nearby, if the evil spirits flooded in and the conflict of resentment would also affect the refining of the spirit servant.

almost!

She can't give up all her work!
Thick black mist poured into the backyard, and the runes on the long table seemed to have a fatal attraction for them, and the evil spirits rushed towards the long table frantically.

Cold sweat broke out on Qin Jiao's forehead, and she muttered something, only the last ring of the rune remained.

Seeing that the evil spirit was about to rush over, Qin Jiao shouted loudly: "All spirits return to their place!"

hum-

The white-haired old man was suddenly blown away by an invisible force, he held his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, Shen Anran was also blown away by the aftermath, lying on the ground crying.

The evil spirits that rushed towards the long table turned into ashes in an instant. They could have waited for the death, 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 fiercely. The eyes that should have been blood-colored had already regained their clarity like ordinary people.

"This...this is..."

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

Then they discovered that they could cry!
Evil spirits don't shed tears, let alone fierce spirits, but now they can cry and laugh like living people, the only difference I think is that ordinary people can't see them.

"Spiritual 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 possible?How can there be people who refine spiritual servants in this world?This kind of fairy-like technique has long been lost!

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

Then they saw that Qin Jiao was bleeding from all seven orifices, and she was sitting weakly on the ground. Her face was bloodless and her lips were pale, as if she was about to die.

"How could this be?"

Number 88 floated down from the long table and came to Qin Jiao's side.

NO.14 followed, she stared at the white-haired old man sharply, and asked, "You hurt her!"

No. 88 asked in a low voice: "How are you? Are you all right?"

Although Qin Jiao was weak, she was not at the point of being speechless. She gritted her teeth and forced out a word.

"Give him to me! Hit him out!"

No. 88 and No. 14 looked at each other, and they knew that Qin Jiao wanted to test their strength.

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

No. 88 couldn't wait to try this new soul body. He never imagined that they, who had already become fierce spirits, would recover their sobriety one day. It was all thanks to Qin Jiao.

What they owe Qin Jiao is eternal life, so they can only be loyal to her, go up the mountain of swords and go down the sea of ​​fire for her, and die!

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

No!Maybe she can no longer be called a warlock!

The white-haired old man made the most correct choice in the shortest time. He escaped the attacks of No.14 and No.88, and ran away with Shen Anran who hadn't reacted yet.

"stop!"

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

"Come back!" No. 14 and No. 88 heard the words and surrounded them, Qin Jiao weakly urged: "Don't chase after the poor."

In fact, Qin Jiao was worried that the two of them would not be opponents of the white-haired old man. Could it be that the spirit servant she had just refined was sent to die?
It's better to wait for her to recover from her injuries and meet him in person!

NO.14 was worried: "Should I take you to the hospital?"

Qin Jiao shook her head hastily, and ordered with a sigh of relief: "Must! Don't send me to the hospital!"

Qiqiao bleeds and is still alive, she is afraid of being used for research.

After Qin Jiao finished speaking, she passed out. No. 14 and No. 88 looked at each other, feeling that it would be bad not to send them to the hospital, but she ordered them not to go to the hospital.

At this moment, Qin Jiao's cell phone rang. No. 14 and No. 88 glanced at the phone screen, and their eyes lit up.

Lu Yanzhou!
He sent it to the door himself, they didn't find it!