I can't be a demon.

Chapter 295 I'm Really Just Eating Watermelons

Shen Lian also noticed the elusive starling.

He was already a little nervous because of the little movements of his split soul, and he was immediately frightened by the appearance of the starling, and his breath almost revealed a flaw.

"The fool bird is so bold. What on earth is he doing going in and out of the various caves? Is he trying to choose a cave to rule the mountain?"

Shen Lian was secretly shocked, and his eyes glanced at the Nuo Immortal from the Plague Tribe who was causing trouble.

"As a demon, does myna look good enough in front of Nuoxian?"

The mynah bird was obviously very familiar with the ghost market. Even though there were Nuo fairies above its head and land immortals under its feet, it didn't seem to be afraid at all.

In a flash, he disappeared again.

"Myna has been paying more attention to the birth of Little Leiyin Temple recently."

"They deliberately went to the Peach Banquet, so it shouldn't be because they have nothing better to do. Hehehe, this means that the Little Leiyin Temple will also show up at the Peach Banquet."

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes, and then monks from the Plague Tribe arrived one after another. They all had cultivation levels of the seventh or eighth realm, similar to Biyun. The elder of the Plague Tribe looked at them one by one, and soon closed his eyes again in disappointment.

They all have symptoms of disease on their bodies and are far less stable than Shen Lian.

"My goodness, the Plague Department's criterion for judging a promising talent is just how good a person is."

The Nuo fairy in the air became more and more active, swallowing up huge amounts of mist and water.

Shen Lian was thinking in a thousand ways, "The Nuo Immortal of the Plague Department is called the stomach of the Heavenly Venerable of Morality, then what about the Nuo Immortals transformed by the cultivators of the other seven departments? Could it be that each of them is the internal organs of the Three Pure Ones?"

He suppressed his distracting thoughts and found that no one was paying attention to him, and his original spirit was communicating with his split soul.

The peach that the split soul entered was a dead fruit. The little person inside had long since stopped breathing and easily attached itself to the latter's Niwan Palace.

The body structure of the villain is almost identical to that of an ordinary person.

The only thing missing is the stomach.

It can be seen that the new group of villains were bred to accept the Taoist tradition of the Night Sweat Immortal Seed.

Shen Lian saw that Qingshan and the other man were still nervous, "Since we are here, don't return empty-handed. After all, this is an auction in the Deep Ghost Market."

"Thank you... Plague Fairy for the reminder."

After hesitating for a few moments, Qingshan and the other man realized that the matter was done, so they stood up and participated in the auction, which was somewhat like giving up on themselves.

Shen Lian had no awareness of infiltrating the enemy camp and was examining the treasures with great interest.

He never had any hope at all. After all, the synthesis of ordinary skills was meaningless, and the Eight Divisions of Ghost Market could not leak their Taoist inheritance.

Shen Lian no longer needs to refine pills or weapons.

Now, the range covered by the power of giving birth to creatures can barely achieve self-sufficiency.

With four complementary professions, Shen Lian is a self-contained blessed land in human form, and even low-level elixirs have been distributed to the Yanshan warriors.

"what?"

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows and noticed the throbbing of the ghost gourd in his dantian.

"It seems that there are remains of immortal gods. Refining them into the ghost gourd can increase the foundation of the magic weapon."

Shen Lian remained calm and soon discovered that a large proportion of the remains of immortals and gods hanging on the branches were as many as thirty or forty pieces.

[The remains of the Kitchen God]

[Born from the Kitchen God's coffin, the nutrients in the remains have all disappeared. It is not recommended to be eaten, as it can easily cause the body and soul to lose control. It can be used as a secondary auxiliary material for refining magic tools. ]

The price asked for the remains of immortals and gods is mostly thirty days of life.

Shen Lian still has more than 6,000 years of life left, but he is afraid of attracting other people's attention, so he only makes purchases every now and then.

The remains of the immortal god were just a mass of flesh and blood the size of a fingernail, emitting a faint fishy odor.

Shen Lian threw them into the ghost gourd one after another, and used his energy to activate his purple mansion to refine the remains of the immortal god. The pattern on the surface of the magic weapon became more and more mysterious.

Every time a new immortal appears in the map of immortals crossing the sea, the ghost gourd will add a hundred new wine recipes.

suddenly.

"Ah."

The Plague Elder suddenly snorted coldly, and the eyes of the monks could not help but look into the distance, where two beams of light were rushing towards them.

One beam of light was obviously from a monk from the Plague Department, but the other beam of light was very special. It was actually a lotus-shaped halo composed of brilliant Buddhist light.

Along with the loud sound of chanting, red scriptures appeared one after another out of thin air, and then disappeared quietly in a moment.

Two beams of light ignored the elder of the Plague Department and landed beside the peach tree.

The Buddha's light dissipated.

The big-eared monk appeared, wearing a new white robe, with solemn facial features and no strange aura.

No matter how you look at it, he is an enlightened monk.

The monk put his hands together and said with a smile: "Elder Fengjing, I am from the lineage of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva of Leiyin Temple, and my Buddhist name is Liaoque." As he spoke, a voice from the Buddha's light around him kept repeating the words.

The other monk from the Plague Tribe deliberately lagged behind the monk by half a step, his attitude being respectful, just like a subordinate follower.

With the help of his food-replenishing ability, Shen Lian had already smelled a familiar scent. This Plague Tribe monk was the one who had previously tested Yanliang Town.

"Interesting, the Little Leiyin Temple is really a hypocritical person. It seems that not everyone supports the cooperation between the Plague Department and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

Elder Feng Jing's reaction was indifferent, and his expression revealed a bit of disgust.

"Li Mingyuan, although the Plague God agreed to cooperate with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, he did not mention that they could be brought to Taihuang Huang Zengtian."

Nuoxian from the Plague Department sensed the Buddha's light, and the power of the ghost realm suddenly increased.

The moisture of all the monks was disappearing quickly, except for him who just smiled and said nothing.

There was scripture flashing between Liao Que's eyebrows, and he could vaguely sense the breath of Mahayana Buddhism. Li Mingyuan beside him inadvertently revealed his enthusiasm.

Compared with the incomplete immortal seeds, it seems that the true Buddhist scriptures are the orthodox truth.

Li Mingyuan took the initiative to speak: "Elder Feng Jing, since our Plague Department has taken away the thousands of merits of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, we should now cooperate with Master Que to revive Di Ting in advance."

"Amitabha." Liao Que picked up a flower and pointed at it, saying compassionately: "Today, there are three hundred peaches entering the gate. I will only choose one person to be the reincarnation of the Di Ting Holy Beast."

"alright."

Elder Feng Jing's spirit communicated with the Nuo Immortal, and the ghost realm was finally calmed down.

Shen Lian took the opportunity to exchange the remaining immortal remains.

"I'm afraid he has gained a lot of benefits and has already become the shape of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

There was a hint of murderous intent in Shen Lian's eyes. It was obvious that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was targeting Yanshan. After all, it was a fertile land with countless warriors.

"Tens of thousands of merits? To call a corpse a merit is really hypocritical."

Shen Lian realized why the myna appeared at the Peach Banquet.

One Taoist and one monk must die.

"There's definitely a chance. I've already memorized the smells of both of you."

Shen Lian looked at Leque blatantly, and always felt that under the appearance of Buddha's light, there was an unconcealable demonic aura.

I don’t know what I will gain from swallowing the soul of the evil monk from Xiao Leiyin Temple.

Le Que noticed Shen Lian's peeping and nodded slightly. The latter did not feel embarrassed at all and politely bowed in response.

Elder Feng Jing activated his magic power, and array patterns appeared on the ground.

A baby's cry was heard under the peach tree.

midair.

The intestines and stomach of the plague-demon Nuo were turned inside out, and countless mayfly-like germs were discharged.

The peaches took root and sprouted, and the stamens blossomed, wrapping around a little man in the center, whose size increased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The germs flock to the villain's Niwan Palace.

Shen Lian remained calm and tried to use the split soul to obtain the Taoist inheritance, and was always ready to destroy the split soul to cover up his own traces.

Not long after, some germs came towards the split soul.

Because the little man that the split soul was attached to had no vitality and only attracted one-tenth of the usual germs, it seemed unremarkable.

Shen Lian was happy to see this, since he came here for the martial arts anyway.

Le Que's gaze fell on one of the little men, who attracted the most germs, and lines between his eyebrows gradually took shape.

Elder Feng Jing had an unsightly expression on his face. The more germs a body could carry, the more compatible it was, and the greater the possibility of becoming a terrestrial immortal in the future.

at this moment.

Nuoxian's expression was slightly rippled, and her featureless face seemed to glance at Shen Lian.

"kindness?"

Shen Lian suddenly felt something was wrong and his heart couldn't help but beat wildly.

Before he could deal with the split soul, the overwhelming swarm of mayflies suddenly stopped, and at least 80% of the germs changed direction.

You know, the most talented villain before was only one-tenth of them. Such an exaggerated number even made Elder Feng Jing stunned.

The target of the germs is not the split soul, but the person who is eating the melon.

The dense swarm of germs were pointing directly at Shen Lian.

Rumble.

For some unknown reason, Nuoxian from the Plague Department forced Shen Lian to learn the Taoist tradition!!!

(End of this chapter)