At the time when Tianfu Pavilion was scorched for Ye Lingyue's piece of peace, Ye Lingyue was also in the Ye Temple, refining the paint needed to repair the Taixu Shenyin.
Due to Suzakugi, Ye Lingyue spent much more time and effort to repair the Taixu Shenyin than she had to make any kind of dregs and immortals.
Especially after Ding Ling disappeared, Ye Lingyue had to rely entirely on herself to grasp the flame and weight of each material.
At this time, Ye Lingyue couldn't help but think of Ding Ling.
"It would be great if I could save the spirit at an early date."
Ye Lingyue sighed, but unfortunately, the whereabouts of the colorful soul jade, which can be used to save the soul, are unknown.
Not only the colorful soul jade, but also the whereabouts of the Teng Snake Soldier King has become a mystery.
Ye Lingyue thought, and put the last kind of animal blood into Qianding.
Ding Nei made a gurgling noise, and dozens of medicinal juices and animal blood were mixed together. After cooking for twenty-four hours, it had turned into a thick red sauce.
The smell from the juice is very similar to blood.
"All the materials have been refined, leaving only the hard work."
The firm color in Ye Lingyue's eyes flashed by, and there was already an innocent sword in his hand.
"Master, do you really want to take your own blood?"
There is still some worry in the voice of the evil sword spirit.
Even if it is for normal practitioners, it is very dangerous to take it at will.
Evil Sword Spirit is also not sure. Without taking damage to Ye Lingyue, he took out the blood of the different demons.
"That's not the blood of my heart, this alien heart is only temporarily in my body."
Ye Lingyue smiled.
Xu is her optimism, infected with evil sword spirit, and evil sword spirit promised.
Ye Lingyue then pointed the Wuxie sword at the position of the alien's heart. She gritted her teeth and stabbed it with a sword.
At the moment the sword pierced into the skin, Ye Lingyue looked white, and the sword was extremely sharp.
But at the same moment, on the Gods Mountain, the dialect was dressing up, and today she is going to accompany the God of Wind Valley.
Her complexion changed suddenly, and a violent pain felt all over her body.
"Ah! Bitch! What have you done!"
The dialing machine made a sharp cry, leaning forward suddenly, and on the dressing table, a drop of various jewellery instantly fell.
The dialect only felt that his whole body was stabbed by countless sharp blades.
Almost instantly, the dialect understood.
Ye Lingyue must have done something to her alien heart.
The heart of the alien is very precious to the alien.
Even now that the alien heart has been swallowed by Ye Lingyue, but before the debate machine can find a new alien heart, Ye Lingyue only needs to make any changes to her alien heart. It will hurt to death.
Earlier, I did n’t worry about Ye Lingyue ’s actions. After all, the heart of the demon is also in Ye Lingyue ’s body. Unless Ye Lingyue wants to die, she will hurt her heart. For Ye Lingyue, It will also be a big hit.
But she didn't expect that Ye Lingyue wouldn't make a deal, and she would start with the heart of the strange demons.
The woman is a lunatic.
The dialect only felt that the blood in his body was drying up quickly.
Although she is the owner of the bone of Xuanyin, the deity has no real flesh and blood because of the bone of the god.
The original body was condensed by flesh and blood, and Ye Lingyue took another drop of blood from the flesh of the evil spirit. For the dialect, it almost killed her.
The dialect really wanted to break Ye Lingyue's bitch into a thousand pieces.
Fortunately, Ye Lingyue was in the Bingwang camp, and she was unmatched.
If she didn't think about it anymore, she was afraid that Ye Lingyue would be killed by her life today.
Looking down at the dialect, under his gorgeous robe, his skin, which was still white as fat, quickly dried up and aging, and his veins were raised, looking old and ugly.
She could meet her in the bronze mirror, which was quickly aging.
For aliens, blood is the best tonic.
A drop of blood of the strange demons' heart, cultivated for thousands of years.
As for the dialect that was hit by Ye Lingyue, she now needs a lot of flesh and blood.
The defense machine wailed like a sleepy beast, and the court lady beside her was frightened by the flowers.
"Queen Mother, what's wrong with you?"
The maidens were about to step forward to check on the situation of the defense machine. The defense machine grabbed a maiden, but saw her eyes flushed and she had sharp fangs in her mouth.
Without saying a word, she bit down on the neck of the maid.
Only a terrible swallowing sound was heard, and the flesh and blood of the palace lady's neck was torn alive.
In the dormitory, the court ladies screamed in fright and fled.
The dialect swallowed a few pieces of flesh, and a pair of red eyes resembled blood jade. She was like a hungry beast and flew towards the court ladies.
Where are those maidens who are her opponents, but within a quarter of an hour, the maidens were all bitten by the dialect to death.
The blood stains of the dialect, after swallowing a lot of flesh and blood of the young maid, her skin regained its luster, and her appearance also changed back to her earlier beauty.
His eyes gradually regained his normal color, and the debate machine glanced around, cursing.
She wiped the corner of her bloody mouth with her sleeve, and took out the spirit fire in her sleeve.
Her mood is very complicated. After coming to God Realm, the debate has not eaten living people for many years.
This reminded her of the time she had just practiced. In order to become an alien, she had swallowed countless alien flesh and blood in a foreign land.
But this kind of thing can't happen again, otherwise, her identity will be discovered sooner or later.
"What's the matter with me?"
When Ye Beiming appeared in the depths with a bit of indifference in the deep fire, the agitated mood calmed down.
But when Ye Beiming spoke in such a cold tone, the dialect was suddenly irritated.
"Why, I can't find you if I'm okay? Jiuye God respected the big shelf, where did the sweet words when I climbed onto my bed?"
The dialect glared at Xi Jiuye.
Xi Jiuye frowned, noticing that the body of the dialect was covered with blood. He looked again at the situation in the fire of Zhao Ling. Seven or eight court ladies lay on the ground.
Looking at their bodies, they are all unrecognizable, as if eaten by beasts.
Xi Jiuye's brow tightened suddenly.
"Diale, what the hell are you doing? You're crazy and you are killing people in the Gods Mountain?"
Since Xi Jiuye had a relationship with the debate machine, he was worried every day, lest the mad woman of the debate machine suddenly attack, and bit him back.
"What the hell am I doing? You should ask your sweetheart, what the hell is she doing, I was almost killed by her!"
The debate roared.