I can't be a demon.

Chapter 277: Fighting the Ten Thousand Year Old Ghost
And Shen Lian vaguely sensed the barefoot immortal's...malice.

Although the malicious intent was fleeting, he relied on the remaining medicinal power of the top-grade Dawu wine and the sharpness of his sixth sense to be sure that he was not mistaken.

The barefoot immortal's malice was directed not only at one or two people, but at the entire Wuzhuang Temple.

"Well."

The barefoot immortal glanced past the ginseng fruit tree, stayed on Shen Lian for a few breaths, and then walked towards the depths of Wuzhuang Temple with Zhen Yuanzi, chatting and laughing.

"Where did the disaster of the 27th year of Zhenguan come from?"

"Could it be that some immortals, gods, demons, and devils are causing trouble?"

"Impossible. Unless the Buddha and the Three Pure Ones have fallen, no matter how many demonized immortals and gods there are, they will not be able to shake the Three Realms."

Shen Lian was filled with thoughts, and the figures of immortals and gods appeared in Wuzhuang Temple.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the figure of Bodhi Patriarch flashed by.

Unfortunately, the distance was too far to tell whether they had been demonized, but the subsequent developments of the Fruit Tasting Conference were extremely confusing.

Qingfeng no longer guarded the ginseng fruit tree, and hurriedly entertained the Taoist children and disciples of various immortals and gods.

Shen Lian seemed a little conflicted, considering the pros and cons of intervening in the fruit tasting conference. Seeing that the tip of the iceberg of truth was revealed, he really couldn't bear to give up.

"Dear guests."

Zhen Yuanzi laughed loudly and then made a gesture of invitation.

"In the twenty-seventh year of Zhenguan, this temple will take out thirty-two ginseng fruits for you to taste together. In addition, I have gained some insights into the Hunyuan Dao Fruit recently, and I can also share some of them with you."

There was an uproar in Wuzhuang Temple, and all the immortals and gods looked at Zhen Yuanzi in unison.

"Thank you for your trouble, Zhenyuanzi. I also have a small gift for you."

"I heard that eating a ginseng fruit can extend your life by 47,000 years. I don't know if it's true or not."

"I've tried the peaches once, and now I think I'll be lucky enough to try the ginseng fruit."

.........

Shen Lian's heart was beating wildly and he soon noticed a lot of strange details.

He stood from the perspective of an observer, staring at every word the immortal said, and found that the attitude expressed by the immortal was actually very subtle.

The immortal god has been praising the ginseng fruit tree, but there is no ups and downs in his words, as if his desire for the ginseng fruit is only superficial.

At the same time, they tried their best to avoid Hunyuan Daoguo.

Shen Lian was confused, but he felt that he had grasped the truth.

"In order to understand the truth and advance the banyan tree to the sixth level, it is necessary for me to participate in the so-called fruit tasting conference in person."

Once the split soul comes to the surface, it will be unable to escape from the constraints of the ginseng fruit tree.

Shen Lian has been trying for many days, but has not been able to meet the conditions for becoming a corpse ginseng fruit tree. It is likely that he will need to contact it personally.

"Even with the teleportation tree, it's still a huge risk."

While Shen Lian was hesitating, a faint light suddenly appeared from the ginseng fruit tree.

An extremely rich spiritual energy is overflowing.

Zhen Yuanzi waved his sleeves and said cheerfully: "The ginseng fruit tree is an innate spiritual root, and the spiritual energy it produces is enough to provide immortals and gods with spiritual practice."

While Shen Lian was absorbing spiritual energy, he did not stop observing the words and actions of the outsider.

The Taoist boy who was accompanying them was extremely frightened when he looked at the ginseng fruit tree, and the immortal disciples also looked as if they had seen a ghost, but they soon returned to normal.

"Strange, why do I feel like they are here to...siege Wuzhuang Temple?"

Shen Lian became more and more impatient, but he still practiced the Immortal Profound Art patiently.

Before long, the acquired Hunyuan spiritual root had reached its limit, and the split soul could no longer digest the spiritual energy, and there was a possibility of going astray at any time.

Qingfeng came to the tree and said, "Brother, don't be anxious. Don't let your foundation be unstable. When Master is done with his work, he will guide you into the door."

"Yes, thank you, Brother Qingfeng."

Shen Lian agreed vaguely, realizing that he was very close to the upside-down ginseng fruit tree, so he quickly took the opportunity to obtain information.

"Brother Qingfeng, how long is left until the Fruit Tasting Conference?"

"One year."

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes. It seemed like a very long time, but in fact, every time the ginseng fruit tree turned upside down, a season would pass, and it would only be forty days in the world.

"Brother Qingfeng, since I will be entering Wuzhuang Monastery soon, can I get to know the fellow disciples there in advance?"

"Sure. There aren't many people at Wuzhuang Temple anyway."

"I heard from others that the uncle who manages the Dan Ding Palace, whose Taoist name is Chi Chenzi, has to collect elixirs for cultivation on weekdays."

"Yes, Junior Brother, you are very smart."

"Master Chi Chenzi, do you have any good Taoist friends?"

"Master uncle likes to play chess. He plays a game with Master uncle Chuanshou every other day. The two of them also often exchange resources for cultivation."

"I see."

Shen Lian continued to ask: "Who was the female cultivator who just flew past the ginseng fruit tree on her sword?"

"Fairy Chixia..."

The two of them started chatting, and Shen Lian used the breeze to get to know the earthly immortals in Wuzhuang Temple, and even their daily habits.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but suddenly all the noise in Wuzhuang Temple became silent.

It was during the period when the ginseng fruit tree was turned upside down.

"coming."

Shen Lian only felt that his soul became heavy, and an inexplicable feeling of detachment surged into his heart, and then, the second body suddenly sank deep into the ground.

When he came back to his senses, he was already in the cold and damp inner world.

Through the acquired Hunyuan spiritual root.

Shen Lian noticed that the spiritual energy on the surface and the corpse energy on the inner layer were essentially the same, and he didn't know whether it was related to the fall of Wuzhuang Temple.

The split soul transformed into a human form and drilled out of the soil, and the fairy heads began to wail again.

Shen Lian didn't need to look back. The noisy wind already foreshadowed the arrival of the cool breeze and bright moon, whose state was obviously more unstable than twenty days ago.

Wherever the breeze and the bright moon passed, bloody footprints were left on the ground. "Junior brother, where did you go after the trip to Dan Ding Hall?"

The corpse qi carried by the split soul has reached its limit. Shen Lian decided to take the initiative to die. He said tentatively: "Two senior brothers, Uncle Chi Chenzi asked me to help him refine a furnace of elixirs."

"Really? The elixir must be ready. Master Chi Chenzi has disappeared. He must have gone to Jingxin Palace for retreat after taking the elixir."

“No retreat.”

Shen Lian turned around and added, "Hasn't Master Chi Chenzi already arrived?"

Qingfeng Mingyue was stunned, the corpse energy in his body became unstable, and the taboo enveloped him. He clapped his hands, "It is indeed Uncle Master!!"

Click click click.

Blood lines appeared on Qingfeng Mingyue's body, and blood was constantly flowing from various parts of his body, like a Rubik's Cube being reassembled, and in the blink of an eye he turned into the appearance of Chi Chenzi.

Chi Chenzi seemed to still be stuck in his previous memories and was a little surprised to see Shen Lian.

"It's you again? You're not dead yet. Did you crawl out from the slag?!"

"Anyway, it's really great. I can refine a few more furnaces. Well, you can try the pill recipe that Master taught you."

Shen Lian continued to probe, "Uncle Chi Chenzi, not long ago, Uncle Chuan Shou took a fancy to my spine refining weapon, why don't you share it with him?"

At the same time, the real body in the world began to move.

Whoosh.

The white bone spine stretched into the tree hole again, deliberately avoiding the roots of the ginseng fruit tree.

"It's Chuan Shou."

Chi Chenzi was stunned, but Shen Lian continued, "Uncle Master, you should know that Uncle Chuanshou has been refining robes for a hundred years. He said that all he needs is the powder ground from the spine as a guide."

"Yeah...well, I'll ask him."

Click click click.

The aura of Chi Chenzi's corpse became turbid, and his flesh, blood, and bones reorganized in a teeth-grinding manner. He had become a kind old man with white hair and a youthful face.

"What are you talking about? I don't need spinal bone powder at all."

Chuanshou looked at Shen Lian, his mouth squinting up to his ears, "I want your human skin. If I use your human skin to help refine the weapon, it will be a sure thing."

"Wait, Uncle Master."

Shen Lian was not at all flustered, and the white bone spine emerged not far away.

When he discovered that after Qingfeng Mingyue's three reorganizations, Chuanshou's Taoism had been reduced to fifteen thousand years, he could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

"Regardless of whether or not you participate in the Fruit Tasting Conference, the only way to quickly gather enough experience for both professions is to kill the monsters in front of you."

"Killable."

Qingfeng Mingyue's body and soul were abnormal and unnatural, not like a normal demon.

Shen Lian suspected that Qingfeng Mingyue had really died and the corpse ghost in front of him was just a monster accidentally bred by the ginseng fruit tree.

One person represents the entire Wuzhuang Temple, and is the result of the remnant of the ginseng fruit tree.

Chuanshou became anxious and grabbed Shen Lian's shoulders, "Chi Chenzi needs flesh and blood to make the elixir, give me the human skin first!!"

"Uncle Master, don't worry."

"You also know that Fairy Hong is raising a spirit deer that needs organs to feed it. I have promised to leave a few pieces of heart and liver for her."

The veins on Chuanshou's forehead bulged out, and the blood lines were revealed in a disorderly manner.

“Bring it here!!!”

He slapped Shen Lian hard on the head, and the soul died without any chance to fight back.

Before Shen Lian's consciousness returned to his true form, he saw Chuanshou's limbs begin to shrink, as if several personalities were fighting with each other in his body at the same time.

"He is mine. The elixir that Master asked me to refine is not yet finished!!"

"The refining has reached the critical point, and all it needs is a piece of human skin!"

Human faces appeared on Chuanshou's body, fighting for the body, but they were quickly suppressed by the main consciousness Qingfeng Mingyue.

"Junior brother?"

The breeze and the bright moon expanded to ten meters, and countless faces appeared and disappeared.

They looked towards the ginseng fruit tree. There was a figure with his back to the tree. His blood and energy were rich, and his body and soul were gradually becoming one.

Shen Lian turned around, and the acquired Hunyuan spiritual root turned into a smoke-like phenomenon behind his head.

"Junior brother, you...are different now. You have the talent to become Zhen Yuanzi's disciple."

"Two senior brothers, why don't you take another look."

Shen Lian smiled. The experience brought by the split soul increased the Infinite Corpse Roots and the Rebirth Sandalwood Cicada by 5%, plus a [Innate Corpse Root Magic Method].

【The Miraculous Method of the Innate Corpse Root】

[Created by Shen Lian, it is a martial art that was learned through the daily practice of Zhen Yuanzi. It is a martial art that allows the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple to transform from ordinary people into immortals.]

[Do you want to consume 5 points to master the innate corpse root magic?]

"determine."

The smoke and dust behind Shen Lian's head surged, and then turned into the golden shadow of a ginseng fruit tree, with roots connected to his soul, and an ethereal aura.

[Do you want to consume 10 points to advance to martial arts: Xiantian Corpse Root Magic (Minor Success)]

[Do you want to consume 15 points to advance to martial arts: Xiantian Corpse Root Magic (Great Mastery)]

.........

A total of 60 points are consumed, and the innate corpse root magic is integrated into the immortal profound art.

Shen Lian is otherworldly, his immortal bones have already returned to their innate state, his long hair flutters in the wind, and the strange phenomenon covers most of the cave.

"Who are you...? How come you have already developed your spiritual roots in such a short time? How come your aptitude has reached such a level in such a short time!!!"

Shen Lian murmured, "I'm very curious, what kind of immortality did you cultivate in Wuzhuang Temple?"

Flesh, blood and bones grew wildly, and Qingfeng Mingyue stared at the man in front of him in astonishment.

A giant over twenty meters tall descended into the cave.

(End of this chapter)