Seeing him, Ye Chuijin was stunned at first, and then frowned.

She walked quickly to Shen Yi and took his hand.

The aura passed through his body, and she immediately understood why Shen Yi's face was so bad.

Many of Shen Yi's meridians were broken, and he could still sit here so peacefully, without even a trace of pain on his face.

Shen Yi still had a smile on his face, and quietly withdrew his hand: "Master, the apprentice misses you very much." ”

Ye Chuijin was so angry that he didn't have anything to do, so he threw up his sleeves and left.

It's just that she just took two steps, stopped again, turned around with a cold snort, and walked in front of Shen Yi again.

She pressed her fingertips to Shen Yi's forehead, wanting to comb his messy meridians like she had done before.

Only this time, Shen Yi gently held her hand in his palm and stopped her.

He looked indifferent: "I just had a fight with a demon cultivator before I came, and I wanted to see the master as soon as possible, so I was a little anxious, but it looked a little serious, but it wasn't actually in the way." ”

Hearing him say this, Ye Chuijin's face was a little better.

Shen Yi looked at her, only to feel that his love was pouring out.

He arrogantly put his master's hand to his lips and kissed it cryptically.

His master looked at him faintly, as if pondering the meaning of his action.

Looking at her, the smile on Shen Yi's face became more and more gentle.

He felt that there seemed to be another demonic qi in the meridians of his body, so he let go of his hand: "Master, do you hate demon cultivation?" ”

His master nodded indifferently.

Shen Yiming knew this answer, but he still wanted to ask, "Why?" ”

There was not a trace of expression on his master's face.

Her indifferent voice came: "Because I am the first person of the righteous path." "So she has this responsibility, even if she doesn't have much intersection with the demon cultivators, she has to be inseparable from them and never die.

Shen Yi was stunned, his lips pursed, revealing a faint smile.

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For the next few days, Shen Yi locked himself in his room and didn't go out.

Black demonic qi continued to emerge from his meridians, and these demonic qi were entangled with spiritual power, which would soon erode away the spiritual power, making the spiritual power also turn into black demonic energy.

Expulsion is useless, only by cutting off the meridians can these demonic qi be curbed for a moment.

Shen Yi didn't sleep for a few days.

It's just that no matter how hard he tries, a few days later, there are still black veins in his palm.

The veins seemed to appear out of thin air, which was not the same as the previous demonic qi, even if Shen Yi cut off the meridians, the black veins still existed.

Soon, within two days, these black veins spread from the palms of the hands, from the palms to the arms, then the shoulders, calves, ankles...... Until the end, when Shen Yi took off his clothes, he saw black lines on his chest in the mirror.

The black lines entrenched on his chest, forming a bizarre image.

Shen Yiming had never seen this kind of image, but the first time he saw it, he knew that it was a magic pattern.

Legend has it that if one can become an immortal, a cultivator's forehead will appear with white divine lines, symbolizing his status as an immortal.

Just like a god has a god pattern, a magic pattern will also appear at the peak of demon cultivation, but the magic pattern is not on the forehead, but on the chest.

At the same time, a voice began to appear in Shen Yi's heart every day, chanting to him.