After rebirth, Pei Jiuye overturned raising cubs

In fact, the meridians in Shen Wenxuan's whole body were indeed broken inch by inch.

The heart-piercing pain made him roll back and forth on the bed, screaming miserably like a madman.

The physique of ordinary people can't bear it at all, and it comes from the strong vitality of Master Bazin.

The other party has nearly a hundred years of cultivation, and his incomparably powerful vitality can kill people invisible.

They were all injected into Shen Wenxuan's body at once, whether it was a blessing or a curse is still unknown.

And this pain is several times the pain that Qiao Luoyan endured when he transformed and tempered the physiques of the young masters of the Pei family, comparable to the torture of the [-]th floor of hell.

In order to prevent Shen Wenxuan from being overwhelmed by the sudden and life-threatening vitality, Qiao Luoyan took out three gold needles from the cuff of his pajamas.

She stabbed the cold golden needle on the top of Shen Wenxuan's head very quickly to give him a helping hand.

The three gold needles have the effect of stabilizing his soul, dredging the vitality in the meridians that is about to explode, and relieving the pain.

Shen Wenxuan, who was going through miserable torture, can be said to have been recreated now.

As long as he survives this wave of hardships, the rewards he will reap are huge.

At the same time, the Shen family.

"Ahhhh!!!"

In the bedroom upstairs, Master Bazin's painful wailing sounded.

When Shen Zhenqing heard the sound and rushed over, he saw Bazin lying on the bed with a twisted figure.

His skin became wrinkled, and his already old face became even uglier after losing moisture.

It was as if the other party's vitality had been stolen by others, and a strong black death energy lingered all over his body.

Shen Zhenqing's eyes were wide and round, and a panic expression appeared on Yinxie's face.

He walked quickly to the bed, and shouted anxiously with a trembling voice: "Master!"

Hearing the sound coming from his ear, Master Bazin raised his skinny hand, with only a layer of wrinkled flesh left.

His scary hand was waving in the air, and he quickly touched Shen Zhenqing's hand, and in the next second, he tightly grasped Shen Zhenqing's wrist.

Shen Zhenqing sat on the edge of the bed, and asked worriedly: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

He is too clear about the embarrassment of being sucked out of life.

After all, there are as many as six people who have lost their lives because of their luck being robbed.

Shen Zhenqing never imagined that one day, such a scene would appear on his master.

Who is so courageous to attack his master!

Master Bazin held Shen Zhenqing's wrist firmly, and stared at him with vicious eyes, filled with piercing hatred.

He hated every single word: "You have raised a good son!"

Master Bazin has just been practicing, and after absorbing all of Shen Wenxuan's luck and vitality, he will heal the injuries he suffered a few days ago in one go.

I didn't expect to encounter backlash again, and my vitality was almost exhausted by the other party.

Fighting eagles all day long, but was pecked by eagles!
Master Bazin wished to find out the person behind it and tear it into pieces.

Right now, he urgently needs the luck of other people to fill up his lost vitality, otherwise his life will be lost.

But the luck and vitality of ordinary people simply cannot make him recover quickly.

Shen Zhenqing is his apprentice, and a master in the middle stage of the innate realm.

If he could absorb the opponent's luck and vitality, he would be able to recover quickly, and even heal his injuries completely.

When life and death were at stake, Master Bazin didn't care who the person in front of him was.

In order to survive, anyone can become his dead soul.

He held Shen Zhenqing's wrist, and in the most direct and brutal way, continuously absorbed the vitality from the other party.

Shen Zhenqing didn't notice anything wrong at first, he was pondering what the other party said just now.

He raised a good son?

Could it be that that scoundrel Shen Wenxuan did something that led to the current appearance of the master.

Shen Zhenqing's complexion quickly darkened, thinking why that evil boy is not dead yet.

When he realized that his vitality had been stolen, the true qi in his dantian had already dissipated, and the spiritual power surged along the meridians of his body to his wrists, frantically transmitted to Master Bazin's body.

When Shen Zhenqing wanted to resist, he found that the body sitting beside the bed was motionless, being severely suppressed by Bazin.

His shocked eyes widened, his eyes filled with horror, and he shouted loudly: "Master!"

Master Bazin's lips curled into a gloomy arc, and the smile on his face was frightening.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Shen Zhenqing, and found that his hair had turned gray, and the skin on his face had become wrinkled at some point, as if he had aged 20 years in an instant.

And Bazin felt a steady stream of vitality injected into his body, and the strength in his body also quickly recovered.

With a heartbroken expression on his face, he said in a hoarse voice: "My good apprentice, don't worry, after you die, I will definitely avenge you!
I will personally send that good son of yours to do filial piety for you, and Huoyun Ama Temple will enshrine you and help you become the most powerful ghost cultivator. "

All of this started because of Shen Wenxuan.

How could Master Bazin let that brat go.

It's not enough for him to vent his anger if he doesn't dismember the other party.

Shen Zhenqing felt his body getting weaker and weaker, and the spiritual power in his body was slowly exhausted.

With trembling lips, he begged tearfully: "Master, let me go! I'll go and find other people for you. There are still many people locked up in the Shen family's dungeon. I'll ask someone to bring them all up.

If these people are not enough, I will send someone to arrest you, as many as you want, master, please let me go! "

For so many years, Shen Zhenqing had managed to cultivate to become the initial stage of the innate realm, and suffered so much during it.

He didn't want to become a ghost cultivator who was neither human nor ghost, nor did he want to start all over again.

Master Bazin raised his other hand, holding Shen Zhenqing's other hand that was pressed on the bedside, frantically absorbing the continuous spiritual power and vitality from the other party.

He watched his apprentice cry miserably, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The inverted triangle eyes were filled with a gloomy and calculating light.

Under Shen Zhenqing's humble begging for mercy, with a frightened expression and expectant gaze, Master Bazin shook his head cruelly.

With a ruthless voice, he said in a hoarse voice: "Ordinary people can't make me recover quickly. Only your innate realm cultivation base is a great supplement to me!"

Master Bazin's voice was hoarse, as if it contained sand, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

He squeezed Shen Zhenqing's hands tightly, speeding up to absorb the vitality of the opponent.

Shen Zhenqing's hair turned white in an instant, and the flesh and blood on his body also shrank.

His cheeks were sunken, his cheekbones were terrifyingly high, his whole body was as thin as skin and bones, and the bones under the skin were clearly visible.

Even on the verge of death, Shen Zhenqing still begged for mercy unwillingly: "Master, please forgive me, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die!"

Before a person dies, many memories of his life flash through his mind.

Shen Zhenqing thought that all these years of devotion to the Shen family and the eternal life he had been pursuing would end today.

A feeling of regret and regret completely overwhelmed him.

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