I can't be a demon.

Chapter 206 Ghost Dad! Tianpeng is reborn!
Outside the store.

The alchemists hiding in the dark suddenly felt a palpitation.

They cast complicated glances at each other and soon noticed that the source of their palpitations was the pig-headed ghost in the store that was difficult to tell whether it was real or not.

The window was always open, but no matter how many times they saw it, they still felt incredible.

In the center of the lobby was a three or four meter tall statue of Tianpeng. Its twisted and hideous appearance was exactly the same as the statue in the Temple of Immortals and Gods.

Ghost Dad stood in front of the Tianpeng statue, with an extremely terrifying taboo revealed.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the statue’s aura seems to be getting closer to the ghost dad, and their appearances are starting to become more and more similar.

The alchemists had different thoughts.

The taboo was gone in a flash, and the shop returned to silence.

They originally came to Yangyuan Palace because of Taichuxin's body.

Tai Yixin has appeared for two or three days. Logically, Tai Chuxin should have shed his skin long ago. This has been an unchanging rule for hundreds of years.

However, the alchemists searched the periphery of the Evil Moon Three Heart Cave but could not find any trace of the skin bag.

Of the entire periphery, only Yangyuan Hall had not been searched.

Moreover, there were many strange things about Yangyuan Hall. Not only did it turn into an ordinary pawnshop overnight, but Tai Yixin also made his first appearance here.

The two Three-hearted Taoists came for a new disciple.

It is said that this person was born with immortal bones.

The alchemists were breathing rapidly. Logically speaking, mortals in later generations would no longer be able to produce immortal bones, so the value of natural immortal bones could be imagined.

In addition, the ghosts in the store are also opportunities.

Although the immortal bones nurtured by the ghost father and the other two were acquired creations, they contained the aura of demons and were absolutely different from the immortal bones in the bodies of the alchemists.

Even if it cannot be refined, it is still good for refining weapons and pills.

Resentment is everywhere.

The ghost father's immortal bone was about to take shape, and the noise it made attracted the attention of many alchemists, whose spiritual senses swept through the shop again and again.

For them, the authenticity of the innate sacral bone is unknown.

The fairy bones of ghosts are real.

The alchemists did not act rashly, as they understood the principle that the first bird to stick its head out gets shot.

Even if the pig-headed ghost in the store has not reached 4,000 years of Taoism, it is probably not much different. If you are not careful, you will end up making things difficult for others.

They are not fools. The rumor about the innate celestial bone is somewhat like killing someone with a borrowed knife.

The rumor came from a true disciple named Wu Shou. Because he practiced the three immortal bones of Fu, Lu and Shou, he had three heads. The other alchemists felt that he was a little abnormal.

Normally, if someone offended Wushou, he would bite them like a mad dog.

Very vindictive.

A Taoist priest had noticed Wushou was also outside the shop, but he had not taken any action yet. He obviously understood how difficult it was to deal with the ghost in the shop.

Boom! ! !
While they were stunned, deafening footsteps came closer and closer.

The faces of the alchemists changed drastically.

I saw the huge Tianpeng Zhenjun running wildly out of the darkness, his fat body broke through the courtyard wall, and his expression looked extremely ferocious.

"Giggle."

Tian Peng Zhen Jun let out a shrill scream, and his flesh and blood were boiling.

Taiyi still had some mental intelligence, and he had strict control over the immortals and ghosts. The alchemists had never seen any immortal or ghost dare to storm the palace at this time.

They heard the wailing of the Tianpeng statue and the distorted faces of the immortal ghosts.

An idea suddenly popped up.

Maybe the immortal ghost sensed the threat of death? ! !
That’s right, Tian Peng Zhen Jun is about to be erased by Ghost Dad’s taboo!
When someone visualizes the immortal platform, they will inevitably have the illusion that they are the immortal. However, for the alchemists, the impact is not serious.

It is different for Ghost Dad. Whenever there is a deviation in cognition, the taboo will be activated automatically.

He believed that the statue of Tianpeng Zhenjun was himself, and the immortal ghosts related to it suffered heavy damage and were even about to be destroyed.

Shen Lian had tried to stop Ghost Dad before, but the Three Hearts Secret Technique reached the most critical moment.

Ho ho ho! ! !
Tianpeng Zhenjun howled to the sky, ignoring the burning candlelight, and banged on the doors and windows desperately, and the creepy lard flowed out.

When the alchemists smelled the lard, their stomachs churned.

As soon as he opened his mouth and vomited, a large amount of pork and meat appeared in his stomach out of nowhere. After a simple digestion, the resentment had already penetrated into his flesh, blood, and bones.

Instead of panicking, they looked happy.

Wu Shou approached the store without hesitation, his three heads full of resentment and unspeakable greed in his eyes.

"Hahaha, I told you, I'll take your immortal bone!"

Bang bang bang.

Tian Peng Zhenjun had already squeezed half of his body into the store.

Two giant arms stretched out from the gate. The ghost mother wanted to stop Tianpeng Zhenjun, but unfortunately the latter was in a desperate posture.

Three or four people set out to surround the shop, ready to seize the immortal bone.

Even though Tian Peng Zhen Jun was born not long ago, even though he has only been practicing Taoism for 4,000 years, even though he has suffered severe damage, he is still a fairy ghost.

When ghosts fight each other, both sides will suffer losses.

As for Shen Lian.

Being able to gain the attention of Taoist Sanxin must have some merits, but it is difficult for a Taoist Infant in the Seventh Realm to have any spare energy when facing the taboos of immortals and ghosts.

Wu Shou arrived outside the store first, preparing to enter the house through the window.

Suddenly, his expression froze.

Wu Shou saw that Shen Lian was standing at the window very close to him. There was no fear in his eyes, but only murderous intent.

"Long time no see, Taoist Fu Lu Shou. I didn't expect that you would be so eager to die before I came to your door in person."

boom! ! !
Tian Peng Zhenjun broke open the door and opened his bloody mouth to bite Ghost Dad.

Wu Shou was stunned.

I didn't expect Shen Lian to be so confident. Did he think he had exerted only 30% or 40% of his strength in the Temple of Immortals?

If it weren't for Shen Lian's sneak attack, the blessing of the three immortal bones of Fu, Lu and Shou would never have put them at a disadvantage.

"Take the blessing!!!"

Wu Shou used his full strength to perform the secret technique, targeting everyone in the store. Gui Ma's giant hand was dislocated, and it did not hit Tian Peng Zhenjun, but accidentally blocked Nian'er's splitting figure.

The ghost dad watched his celestial bone take shape, but at the end his breath became inexplicably disordered.

"Ah Lian, be careful!"

He dodged quickly, but Tianpeng Zhenjun's bloody mouth bit towards Shen Lian as if possessed by a demon. Lard condensed into a thick layer on the walls and the ground.

Wu Shou grinned, "Even if you don't die, the taboo will make you lose a layer of skin..."

As soon as the thought came to my mind, I saw Shen Lian laughing strangely.

"Jie Jie Jie."

The sound of bones colliding was heard, and Shen Lian's body expanded to more than eight meters in the blink of an eye, and his strong muscles created a whistling wind.

And eight meters is not the upper limit.

Crack, crack, crack. White bones covered the skin. The six eyes of the dragon head flashed coldly. The scales on the legs showed some traces of elephant feet.

The skeleton spine was affected by the ghost's heart, and had more lines similar to those of entangled roots.

Wu Shou stood there in a daze.

The other alchemists also looked as if they had seen a ghost.

What kind of Taoist tradition can turn a person into a demon? No, no, no, no demons are more ferocious and terrifying than Shen Lian.

Shen Lian punched back.

Perhaps it was the influence of the immortal bone, the true meaning of Tianhe Fist's martial arts, which was clearly as boundless as the ocean, turned into a raging sea of ​​blood, with rotten corpses mixed in the vision.

The huge impact force hit Tianpeng Zhenjun hard in the face.

[Successful identification of the 0.13-year-old pig ghost, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva experience +%]

Under the witness of the many alchemists, Tian Peng Zhenjun's facial features became sunken, his eyeballs popped out, and his head seemed to have been run over by a steamroller.

"readily!"

Shen Lian laughed uncontrollably, with endless resentment pouring into his mouth and nose.

He is devouring resentment, is he a human or a ghost!!!
"Stop hurting my son!"

Ghost Dad's eyes were red. Even though Shen Lian was beating him unilaterally, in his eyes, his son was still the A Lian who slacked off all day.

He would not allow anyone to hurt Shen Lian, even if it meant his own death.

Cracks began to spread on the Tianpeng statue, and dust began to float away, landing on Ghost Dad's body and transforming into a gorgeous Tianpeng robe.

Why is it a costume? It's because the Tianpeng Master that Gui Dad knows is dressed like this.

The ghost mom left the shop, and the token fell into the hands of the ghost dad, turning into a three-foot-high rake, as if... as if Zhu Bajie had really come to the world.

"kill!!!"

Ghost Dad swung the Nine-toothed Rake, and Tianpeng Zhenjun flew backwards.

Nian'er clapped her hands and kept cheering her parents on.

"The old man is awesome!"

Shen Lian winked at the mynah bird that was watching the show, indicating that the silly bird should help the ghost father to scout the enemy camp, and at the same time, must not miss the kill.

"Quack, quack, quack."

The mynah bird followed the ghost dad excitedly.

"You..." Shen Lian turned around and saw that Wu Shou had already left the store. He couldn't help but said in disappointment, "You are really as cowardly as a mouse."

boom.

Shen Lian's figure flashed by and landed heavily beside Wushou.

Wu Shou was about to escape, but was greeted by a punch instead. The incomparable force directly destroyed his protective magic weapon.

All the ribs were broken, and the three heads' spellcasting was abruptly interrupted.

"They are both at the seventh stage of Dao Infant Realm, but the difference is like heaven and earth!"

Shen Lian used both hands to smash the Fuxian head directly into the chest cavity.

"Take life away!"

Shen Lian's body became old, but even though his strength was only 30% left, he still had the upper hand against the alchemists of the same level.

"Take the blessing!"

"Seize the fortune!"

Wu Shou was not good at facing the enemy head-on, especially someone as unreasonable as Shen Lian.

The curse is definitely useful, but wanting to weaken Shen Lian's physical strength to be lower than his own always feels a bit far-fetched.

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes and noticed that Wushou's event was imminent. Instead of thinking about how to deal with it, he kept sending messages to contact others.

He deliberately exposed a flaw.

Wu Shou endured the baptism of fists and palms and stumbled into the darkness.

There were rustling noises all around, but no resentment from immortals or ghosts.

"Elder brother, save me!"

Wu Shou showed fear on his face when he saw a twisted figure standing not far away. The figure also had three deformed Fu Lu Shou heads.

"Big...Big Brother, are you really still alive?"

The three figures remained motionless.

Wu Shou gritted his teeth and walked forward, but he hadn't taken a few meters.

"Got you!"

The white-boned evil dragon's head stretched into the darkness, and its dragon horn pierced Wushou's chest directly.

Wu Shou realized that Shen Lian had been holding back from the beginning to the end. He looked at the figure for help and called out "Senior Brother" repeatedly.

A hoarse voice came, "Junior Brother Shen Lian, come quickly! Come quickly!!"

The evil white-boned dragon scurried back into the range of the candlelight, and the three-headed figure remained motionless.

Shen Lian looked fearful. The threat posed by the three-headed figures far exceeded that of a true disciple, and was even greater than that of a ghost. After all, the wise eye was useless.

"Big Brother? What is he? The chief among the disciples in the cave?"

(End of this chapter)