I can't be a demon.

Chapter 310 Senior Brother Shen Lian is a Monster
The moss-covered walls exuded a rotten smell.

Gao Qiu was terrified when he suddenly heard the silver bell-like laughter of a little girl.

Although he was controlled by the wet monk, his five senses were not affected. He then looked in the direction of the laughter and his face turned pale with fright.

The little girl was wearing a dress, as if being blown by an invisible wind.

His bloodless lips opened and closed slightly, his empty eyes revealed malice, and the strong resentment he exuded did not seem fake.

There really is a ghost in the old alchemy room, and its power is quite high!

"How could the Wet Monk turn a blind eye? Logically, even I could have noticed it. A Wet Monk of at least the eighth level of cultivation should have anticipated it."

Gao Qiu glanced at the wet monk, and fear ran through his body like an electric current.

The pale, twisted woman put her arm on the wet monk's shoulders, but the latter did not react and let her arm cover his eyes.

"whee."

The little girl squatted in the corner, dangling her feet, hid in the branches, or peeked through the cracks in the doors and windows of the unused temples...

It seems to be everywhere.

Gao Qiu was confused, because Shen Lian was not affected by ghosts. Doesn't that mean that Senior Brother Tianwen knew about the existence of ghosts?

He originally thought that his senior brother was just an exceptional talent, but he never imagined that his identity was also not simple.

The wet monk and Shen Lian were chatting and laughing. They had already gone deep into the old alchemy cauldron room. As night fell, the moonlight covering the back mountain was as bright as water.

In Gao Qiu's eyes, the horror was intensifying.

Who would have thought that the old alchemy room that was originally empty is now so bustling.

There were figures shuttling between the buildings, with pointed faces and hunched bodies, and their every move revealing an indescribable aura.

"Mandrill? Monster?!!"

"According to the records in the Taoist temple, there should be no demons in the ghost market where the Eight Tribes are located. The Nuo Immortals will instinctively repel all evil spirits."

“Why does it feel like everything in the old alchemy room has been completely overturned?”

"even……"

Gao Qiu took a quick glance and saw the alchemy room was brightly lit.

There was a half-human, half-rabbit figure fiddling with the alchemy furnace. The air was filled with the aroma of medicine and the terrifying demonic aura made him gasp violently.

"kindness?"

The Jade Rabbit blinked its eyes and stuck its head out of the window.

In an attempt to tease Gao Qiu, she transformed herself into a giant, ferocious rabbit head, with every hair standing upright and a bloody mouth dripping saliva.

The ten thousand year old demon! The ten thousand year old demon wants to eat him!!!

Gao Qiu screamed and fainted.

When he woke up again, he was already in the courtyard.

Gao Qiu had a complicated expression. After being suddenly frightened, his mood calmed down instead. He saw Shen Lian and the other person resting in a pavilion not far away.

His mouth slightly opened, the scene before him was extremely ridiculous.

The wet monk was obviously making a hidden move. He shook out countless fly larvae from his sleeves and they burrowed silently into the deep soil.

The larvae grew into adults in a short period of time, and scattered flies were wandering around the old alchemy room.

The wet monk's behavior shows that the red-robed monk is ready to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs, and is just making sure that there will be no omissions.

but……

Why does it feel a bit ridiculous?

Gao Qiu swallowed, his eyes filled with pity.

The wet monk made a lot of small movements, but he didn't notice anything unusual in the courtyard at all. The surroundings were densely packed with all kinds of monsters.

There were two strange fish tumbling in the pond, swallowing a few flies from time to time, and their tongues were more than ten meters long.

The wing rooms have the texture of flesh and blood, with pairs of arms extending from the eaves.

Eyes grew high on the eaves, and the bloodshot pupils moved around randomly. When they looked at the wet monk, they were cold and ruthless, but when they looked at Shen Lian, they were like a loving mother returning home to her son who had been away from home.

And the kind...kind father is at the corner of the courtyard wall.

The ghost with a pig's head and a human body, wearing immortal armor, stood there motionless.

Is Tian Wen, who is protected by a group of demons, a human or a ghost? Even the foolish Nuoxian chose to turn a blind eye.

"Brother, how about I find a place nearby to rest for the night?"

Shen Lian smiled without saying anything, sipping his tea intermittently.

"Don't worry, the time will be ripe soon."

"What a good time... cough cough cough."

The wet monk started coughing violently, then belatedly covered his chest with his hands, only to see purple corpse spots spreading on the exposed skin.

His eyes widened in disbelief, resentment raging in his internal organs.

The arm of the ghost mother on his shoulders had already poured a lot of resentment into his body, and with the ghost father shielding the wet monk's soul, the latter did not realize it until the resentment had penetrated deep into his bones.

"Senior brother..."

"You're still calling me senior brother, but I've never had any monster junior brother."

Shen Lian stood up, dusted himself off and added: "Don't be in a hurry to suppress it, or you will become uncontrollable if you demonize it."

The wet monk spat out a mouthful of blood filled with insect eggs.

Poof.

The fly's wings protrude from its back and the insect's physical features begin to spiral out of control.

The wet monk finally realized that he was completely exposed from beginning to end. He then stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, and his soul emitted endless Buddha light.

The Buddha's light suppressed the demonization, and the flesh and blood between the eyebrows began to wriggle.

Ghost Dad still maintains the ghost domain to prevent the wet monk from noticing them, while also blocking the outside world from prying into the old alchemy room.

"Amitabha, it seems that you are not the Venerable Diting."

"He deserves to be killed." The wet monk was not too panicked. After repeatedly confirming that there were no omissions, a little finger grew out from his forehead, or to be more precise, a Buddha's finger.

The Buddha's finger carries a message of the Middle Way Buddhism, and the demonization gradually disappears.

"what?"

Shen Lian immediately discovered something strange about the Buddha's finger.

Unlike the living Buddha's arm held by Zhen Yuanzi, the wet monk's Buddha's finger was rotten and its surface was covered with wounds crawling with maggots.

"Interesting. It seems that the Little Leiyin Temple also used a trick to refine the scriptures."

Shen Lian remembered what the red-robed monk said, that a large number of Buddha's body parts and flesh were buried at the end of the ghost market, which might be exactly the purpose of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"call."

The wet monk stood there with a smile on his face, his flesh and blood turning into flies bit by bit.

"No matter who you are, don't think that you can do anything to the disciples of Leiyin Temple with just your resentment. Your methods will only add to the jokes."

The flies are flying, each one contains a scripture.

The wet monk clasped his hands together, and the swarm of flies condensed into the shadow of Buddha behind him, a deformed Buddha with a fly's head.

Within the range of Buddha's light, filth will continue to breed.

The wet monk could already smell a faint stench.

The more filthy you are, the more obvious the blessing you receive will be. Even demons will be reduced to ashes by the erosion of the Ksitigarbha Wetland.

"You have just stepped into the seventh realm, and you are no match for me in the eighth realm..."

Black sweat oozed from Shen Lian's forehead, and part of his flesh and blood had begun to rot, causing filth to breed and a large number of fly eggs to appear.

I have to admit that the branches of Xiao Leiyin Temple are more difficult to deal with than imagined.

Shen Lian's mouth curled up in excitement, and his soul communicated with his ghost father to ask them not to interfere.

The wet monk noticed Shen Lian's actions and realized that there was someone else in the old alchemy room. His soul went into the Buddha's finger between his eyebrows and quickly checked the surroundings.

Bang bang bang.

Before he could react, the hot blood rushed towards him.

Shen Lian expanded to ten meters in the blink of an eye, compressing his height while releasing his physical strength, and each muscle was compressed to a pitch-black color.

The skeleton was filled, expanding horizontally by more than four meters. Even the white bone spine was covered with a layer of muscle, and the protruding teeth flashed coldly.

The visual impact brought by Shen Lian is unparalleled.

"What kind of monster are you?!!"

Even though the wet monk had anticipated this, he was still terrified. Based on the magical powers Shen Lian displayed when he participated in the Nuo fairy preaching, they had always thought it was a disease similar to that of the [Giant] fairy species.

Who could have imagined that this guy's true form was so inhuman!!
Gao Qiu was even more stunned.

He could accept that Shen Lian was the unprecedented Taoist disciple of the Plague Tribe, he could also accept that Shen Lian became a Nuo immortal because his immortal species got out of control, and he could even accept that Shen Lian was an indescribable demon.

But Gao Qiu really couldn't accept it. Shen Lian displayed an ultimate physical body that was completely beyond his comprehension.

Moreover, such a terrifying form is not Shen Lian’s limit.

boom.

Shen Lian ran towards the wet monk despite the swarms of flies. Flesh and blood grew on his ribs, arms popped out, and four heads appeared in all directions.

"Monster? Take a good look with your dog eyes!"

"How the hell do I look like a monk from the Plague Department?!"

Shen Lian's back bulged, and smoke-like addiction germs scattered from his pores. The Plague Immortal Golden Body that had been integrated into the Martial Arts Golden Body began to take effect.

He used his finger as a gun and stabbed it with force, and the force burst out along with the germs.

The wet monk missed the opportunity in a miserable state. Large patches of skin were red and swollen, water was lost from his body madly, and his physical condition was deteriorating.

Shen Lian's blood became worse and worse, and the monk was suffering from the disease and was in great pain.

Gao Qiu was dumbfounded when he saw this.

In his arms he held a magical weapon that he had refined not long ago, and after nurturing it he was able to use it as easily as his own arm.

The elders of the Taoist temple have mentioned more than once that the Plague Department is known for its magical instruments and treasures, and the immortal seeds can only perform better when combined with external objects.

Boom!
The wet monk used the flies to move around, while Shen Lian's unreasonable fists were like a storm.

If any flies brushed past him, the wet monk would bleed from all seven of his orifices, and no matter how many flies there were, they could not shake his body that was as strong as a diamond.

Gao Qiu murmured, "Did I...fix it wrong?"

"Is this what plague cultivators should do?"

The two fought for more than ten rounds. The wet monk was unable to leave the courtyard and felt extremely frustrated. The monster in front of him was enduring the filth and was howling like a ghost.

As for himself, the symptoms of the disease have begun to affect his soul.

Shen Lian laughed loudly, his body expanded to fifteen meters, and he leaned over and swung his fists as if he was playing whack-a-mole, with more than a dozen fists falling indiscriminately.

"What's the point of immortal seeds if they harm others but don't benefit yourself?!"

"Jie Jie Jie."

"The immortal species are multiplying in the flesh and bones. The more they fight, the stronger they become. The stronger they become, the more they fight. The germs are the fuel that ignites the raging fire!"

Gao Qiu didn't feel any fear from the demon at all.

The one he should really be afraid of is Senior Brother Tianwen!!!
A person who practices the crooked Plague Department's skills is actually helped by God. From now on... Senior Brother Tianwen will definitely subvert the entire Plague Department, no, the entire Eight Departments.

"You can't kill me! When I reincarnate, Little Leiyin Temple will not let you go!"

The wet monk was extremely skinny and staggered as he controlled swarms of flies.

Shen Lian pinched the Buddha's finger between the monk's eyebrows and said with a grim smile: "You don't think that I am doing this demonic move because I am afraid of you, a bald monk in the eighth realm, right?"

The wet monk's face changed drastically, and his soul felt severe pain.

"Let me taste your soul, hahahaha!!!"

"If they taste good, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will have to put them on the recipe list!!"

(End of this chapter)