Transmigration:Married Many Many Times

Shen Yan's body moves ahead of his reason and rushes to hold the baby.

The deadly claw stabbed Shen Yan's back.

Deep through the muscle and bone.

It's corrosive.

Shen Yan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his cheeks became red because of the sudden pain. But just for a moment, the next moment, his soul began to automatically absorb the corrosion and death brought by this claw.

The leader in black was shocked at first, then panicked!! The evil Qi in his body is pouring into Ji Chenyan's body uncontrollably!!! I want to stop, but I can't get it back at all!!

After slowly wiping the corner of his mouth, he began to laugh coldly.

Oh, what a surprise

As a fierce ghost for thousands of years, his soul is naturally strong in these so-called demon monks.

Fierce ghosts are always cruel. They often increase their strength by swallowing the same kind. Now, in this world of cultivation, the monks of the demon clan are equal to the same kind of ghosts because they are dead.

For Shen Yan, these demon monks are his great tonic.

The injured muscles and veins recover at a very fast speed. Shen Yan suddenly gets up, protects the baby with one hand, and turns out the wind with the other hand.

The vigorous wind sweeps out, and all the places it passes make a sound of breaking through the air. The leader in black falls to the ground and gets a mouthful of blood.

Shen Yan's clothes are windless, and his eyes are full of arrogance. He looked down at the leader in black on the ground as if he were looking at a dead thing.

Seeing this, the rest of the evil practitioners in black know that they can't beat them, so they hurry to protect the leader and run away.

Shen Yan's eyes are bloodthirsty. How can he let go of these tonics?

He had a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, and his slender fingers were open in the air.

The group of magicians who had already escaped to the door suddenly flew into the air, and their backs rose back painfully. The vitality and evil spirit in their bodies rushed out uncontrollably and rushed toward the hand.

A moment later, these demons were sucked up and turned into dead bones, then smashed into pieces and dissipated in the air, leaving nothing behind.

Shen Yan raised his head slightly, with a look of extreme enjoyment and killing on his face.

It feels great.

Although he has been in the underground house for nearly a thousand years, the nature of the fierce ghost is cruel and bloodthirsty. I feel very comfortable when I start killing today.

This cultivation world is really suitable for him.

Guiyunzong's disciples were stunned. After a long time, someone woke up and worshipped him endlessly: "master Jifeng is really powerful!"

All kinds of rainbow farts.

The brave disciples even begged to worship Shen Yan as their teacher.

It's a matter of great honor to be a disciple of the Lord of twelve peaks. However, Ji Chenyan's eyes are higher than the top, so he has never accepted an apprentice.

At present, it is said that immediately a group of people are clamoring to pay homage to their teachers.

Shen Yan thinks about it. Ji Chenyan wants to be the supreme man in the world of cultivation. It's not good to fight alone. He needs a group of backbone confidants.

At present, these inner disciples are still young and have good qualifications. They are just good seedlings for cultivation and polishing.

Thinking like this, Shen Yanyan nodded: "good."

The disciples haven't reflected what happened.

Shen Yan said with a light smile, "don't you want to worship your teacher? Why, I agree, but you don't want to? "

A group of disciples were overjoyed. They knelt down and said, "I'll see you."

"Get up." Shen yanrou said.

He is a short guard, and he can clearly distinguish himself from outsiders. Shen Yan's attitude is much softer now that he puts these disciples into his own category.