I can't be a demon.

Chapter 325 Climbing the Spine of Moral Heaven

Shen Lian didn't know what kind of changes the Eight Tribes of Ghost Market had experienced to give rise to such a strange and inexplicable sect like the Tai Sui Tribe.

The monk possesses twelve bodies at the same time to resist the disadvantages of the immortal species.

Shen Lian noticed that the chains connecting the twelve bodies exuded a Taoist aura, and turned out to be a strange instrument transformed from an immortal seed.

Zheng Lun explained: "The Tai Sui Immortal Seed is called [Kalachakra], which is used to carry consciousness."

Shen Lian was secretly shocked.

The twelve people ranged from the oldest to the youngest. The leader was already old and dying, while the last one looked only four or five years old.

"Master Zheng, why is the life span of the Tai Sui tribe endless?"

"The Tai Sui sect's tradition emphasizes endless reincarnation. The better the aptitude, the more bodies one can give birth to. When one body dies, it will give birth to a new body."

Shen Lian had an expression of disbelief, as this was the first time he had seen such a special method of cultivation.

No wonder the Tai Sui tribe is not afraid of the immortal species getting out of control, with more bodies, they can not only share the disadvantages, but also temporarily cut off the tail of the gecko.

"hiss……"

Yan Guan added: "I know the person from the Tai Sui Department. His name is Shao Xiuwen. He has been a land immortal for three hundred years and is already in the young immortal stage."

Zheng Lun couldn't help but sigh, it was worthy of being the Tai Sui tribe that was the leader among the eight tribes.

"He is extremely talented. Most Tai Sui disciples are Six Sons. If it weren't for the Tai Sui Daozi who suddenly emerged as Eighteen Sons, Shao Xiuwen should have been able to compete for the title of Daozi of the current generation."

Shen Lian realized belatedly what the raw materials of Tai Sui Dan were.

It is the body and soul of a monk from the Tai Sui tribe.

He felt that Monk Tai Sui was like a long worm that was constantly shedding its skin.

The Tai Sui tribe uses the bodies and souls of their dead disciples as raw materials for alchemy, and provides them to all cultivators in the eight tribes of Ghost Market to prolong their lives. No wonder there might be backlash from taking the Tai Sui Pill.

After all, Dannei's spirit still exists.

Shen Lian didn't feel at all that the twelve bodies and souls shared one consciousness.

By observing Shao Xiuwen's movements, he discovered that the twelve bodies reacted differently, proving that the bodies and souls of the Tai Sui disciples might be independent.

He only relied on the Immortal Seed Chain to keep the memories of his body and soul synchronized.

It is equivalent to a clone with exactly the same memory.

Once the clone is freed from the chains, its body and soul will inevitably rebel, and the chance of becoming possessed will be even more serious than that of the plague.

"Master Zheng, what does the Nuo Immortal of the Tai Sui Department look like?"

"You'll find out later."

boom.

The main hall door opened, and Zheng Lun looked at Shao Xiuwen and nodded.

"So it is you, Junior Brother Shao, who is in charge of this baptism of transformation from mortal to immortal. After seeing you today, Junior Brother Shao, I can see that you are indeed gifted and have a chance of becoming an earthly immortal."

"Excellent."

Shao Xiuwen responded indifferently and said no more.

His soul swept over the disciples of the Plague Department with an elusive mockery in his expression. He felt that the smell of Buddhist incense was too pungent.

"Haha, a bunch of things that are neither human nor ghost."

The faces of the Plague Department disciples turned red, but they didn't know how to refute.

They also knew that practicing Buddhism would not be recognized by the Tai Sui Department, but the God of the Plague Department did not say anything even when he was present, so why should outsiders worry about it?

"you……"

"Haha, take care of yourselves first. Think about whether you will be displeased by the Heavenly Dao if you practice Buddhism and visualize the Heavenly Dao at the same time."

Shao Xiuwen was too lazy to pay attention to them, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

In fact, the Eight Tribes of Ghost Market have been looking for a way out for the immortal seeds, so they tacitly approved the actions of the Plague Tribe and the Little Leiyin Temple.

The other seven divisions of Ghost Market each have their own shortcomings in their traditions, which have been a problem for thousands of years.

Zheng Lun was not angry. He stretched out his hand to signal the disciples of the Plague Department to stay calm. The boundless germs separated the clouds in the sky.

Shao Xiuwen looked around and said coldly, "Zheng Zhengshen, there are only 72 places for the baptism of transformation from mortal to immortal. Didn't your plague department select the disciples who participated?"

The competition for baptismal spots had already ended, and most of the disciples who lost the qualifications returned to the inner sect.

But there were still thirty or forty people lingering outside the main hall.

Their physical and soul states are generally different. Even if they practice Buddhism, they cannot suppress the immortal seeds. The erosion from the immortal seeds causes their appearance to be extremely inhuman.

Zheng Lun smiled without saying anything, and Shen Lian slowly walked out of the main hall.

Shao Xiuwen stared at Shen Lian for a few moments. It seemed that the latter occupied the last spot, and those disciples were unwilling to give up the opportunity and wanted to give it a try.

For them, waiting another two hundred years would mean death.

Even if it meant offending the God of Plague, he was unwilling to leave.

"Plague Minister Daozi? Didn't Tianshou die in the outer sect competition?"

Shao Xiuwen raised his eyebrows. At first glance, Shen Lian seemed ordinary.

The aura of the immortal seed is not obvious, the appearance is a little thin, and the exposed germs are sparse. It is hard to imagine that the other party can receive personal teaching from the righteous god.

"What's so special about it? It doesn't seem like someone who practices Buddhism at the same time..."

As Shao Xiuwen had the idea, a hurricane suddenly arose in front of the main hall door. Shen Lian remained unmoved by the monks who were approaching him.

Siyun kept an eye on Shen Lian, wanting to get a glimpse of the latter's methods.

A cultivator bowed and said, "Junior brother, I am Wei Huan from the Plague Daoist Academy. I would like to learn from you today. Is that possible?"

at this time.

Shen Lian's right arm grew flesh and blood, and extremely rich energy and blood rushed towards him.

He did not use any secret techniques, just released pure strength, and punched Wei Huan directly on the head.

Click click click.

The skull cracked and Wei Huan's face collapsed. The spiritual shield that he had condensed in advance was completely useless and was destroyed in an instant.

The Plague Division disciples stared with wide eyes as they watched Wei Huan fly backwards in an unrecognizable form.

It stopped only after crashing into a forest, and was caught off guard and already losing consciousness.

Shen Lian's attack had somewhat taken the initiative, but if the cultivators asked themselves honestly, they might not be able to block this punch.

Shao Xiuwen had a strange expression on his face.

He couldn't figure out what Shen Lian's approach was. He felt that it was different from the ordinary Plague Department's sect. Perhaps it was another attempt outside of the Little Leiyin Temple?
Shao Xiuwen looked up to Shen Lian, but he didn't know whether the latter could successfully become an immortal.

"Is something wrong?"

No one answered, and Shen Lian looked up at the southeast corner.

"The Nuo Immortal from the Tai Sui tribe has arrived."

Rolling dark clouds covered the sky, overwhelming the heavens.

The sound of bones colliding was endless, and will-o'-the-wisp fire appeared, like stars dotting the deep dark clouds, with huge shadows looming in it.

Zheng Lun said, "The baptism of transformation into immortality will take place in half a day."

He waved his hand, and the lingering disciples from the Plague Department disappeared. It was obvious that he was deliberately helping Shen Lian to establish his authority and solidify his identity as a Taoist.

Shen Lian opened his eyes between his brows and recognized that the huge shadow was most of a spine.

A thick malice emerged from the spine, but it was not directed at them, but at the illusory way of heaven.

Dark clouds rolled, and eyes appeared around the spine, making it look extremely eerie.

"The spine of the Moral God."

"The Nuo Immortals of the Eight Divisions of the Ghost Market can really piece together the complete corpse of the Lord of Morality."

Shao Xiuwen then closed his eyes and communicated with the Nuo fairy of the Tai Sui tribe.

Shen Lian sat down on the spot without paying attention to the people around him, and continued to practice the Plague Department's horizontal training method repeatedly. Even though the Martial Arts Plague Pill had already reached the ninth level of perfection, it did not prevent him from using practice to calm his mind.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous, now becoming an immortal is right in front of me.
The Nuo fairy of the Tai Sui tribe goes straight up, each step like a ladder leading to heaven.

There was silence in front of the main hall.

Except for Shen Lian, the other cultivators were making preparations in a hurry.

First he set up a magic circle, then he lit sandalwood to help improve his cultivation. Various protective magic weapons were suspended above his head, and he held a pill between his tongue.

Compared to them, Shen Lian doesn't have any extra means.

After the aura of the Dragon Fish Robe was restrained, it no longer looked like a treasure close to the middle level.

Zheng Lun did not remind Shen Lian. After all, in his opinion, Shen Lian must be the reincarnation of a high-ranking immortal in the old heaven.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The dark clouds grew thicker and thicker, and it was almost impossible to see any trace of the Nuo Immortal from the Tai Sui tribe.

Shao Xiuwen glanced at all the cultivators, paused for a few breaths on Shen Lian, and then said: "Condition the Plague Pill, and a little spiritual light will be born!"

To transform from a mortal to an immortal, one needs to use the plague pill to break through the bottleneck, promote the transformation of the physical body, and then visualize the way of heaven to promote the transformation of the soul.

All the monks took out the pills and swallowed them in one gulp.

[Immortality Pill] is in short supply and is said to be made by the immortal Tai Sui. It can make it easier to seize the opportunity to break through the bottleneck.

They only felt the heat bursting from their intestines and along their blood vessels.

There are bursts of Taoist charm emanating.

The opportunity seems to be just around the corner, but there is still a thin layer of window paper between them.

boom!
There was a surge of germs rising into the sky where Shen Lian was, the martial arts plague pill was already perfect, and it fell into transformation after a simple wash of medicinal wine.

The other monks were stunned.

Because the baptism had just begun, they had some spare energy to pay attention to Shen Lian. They realized that this Taoist from the Plague Department was too arrogant to take the Immortal Pill, and they thought that Shen Lian had no intention of transforming into an immortal today.

Anyway, it’s not been long since I joined the Plague Department, so I can wait until two hundred years later.

result……

The bacteria had already outlined mysterious patterns in Shen Lian's submission, and the attack on the land immortals seemed to be a natural thing without any difficulty.

puff!
The faith of seven people was frustrated, and the plague pill backfired, so they withdrew from the baptism.

Shen Lian ignored the incredible stares from the people around him and focused on making the martial arts plague pill.

The Martial Arts Plague Pill originally had a structure like a ghost ball, but when it broke through the bottleneck, it grew flesh and blood bit by bit and turned into a living organ.

"According to the records in the classics, it should be normal for the plague pill to completely merge with the body and soul."

"It seems that there is nothing wrong with me practicing the Plague Department's skills as martial arts. It is natural for organs to be attached to the body, which can reduce the possibility of losing control."

Shen Lian's physical strength began to increase dramatically, but it was a pity that the Plague Department's horizontal training method had not been integrated into the Immortal Profound Art, otherwise the benefits would have been 40% more.

Shao Xiuwen glanced at Zheng Lun and said softly, "It doesn't look like your plague department."

"really."

Zheng Lun had a complicated expression, and he set up a sound-isolating magic circle to cover everyone. "Perhaps I shouldn't have planned to go to the Pure Palace with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

"God," Shao Xiuwen asked hesitantly, "Hasn't it been thousands of years since anyone has been able to get close to the ruins of the Shangqing Palace?"

Zheng Lun supported his chin with both hands, and after a long while he answered, "Yes, but we found the record of the Wusheng Daoguo that year. When Daode Tianzun was discussing the Dao, he took out a corpse of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

"what?!"

Shao Xiuwen was shocked and couldn't believe why the Lord of Dao and Morality was involved in the Western Lingshan Mountain.

"I think if Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva from the Little Leiyin Temple was here, maybe he could open the ruins of the Shangqing Palace and go to the memory of the Wusheng Daoguo."

Zheng Lun smiled bitterly and said, "I want to ask the Heavenly Venerable of Dao and Morality in person. The God of Plague, Lü Yue, was also on the Immortal Dao Fruit at the time, but he disappeared with the immortals after the discussion."

The Eight Tribes of Ghost Market are said to have originated from Heaven, but in fact they are all marginalized survivors of the old Heaven.

"Shangqing Palace..."

Shao Xiuwen shook his head and did not respond. During the catastrophe of heaven and earth, all kinds of immortals and gods made great progress. An earthly immortal like Zheng Lun was simply not good enough in it.

It's basically a life-or-death situation, and it's good enough that you can pass the message to the outside world before you die.

After waiting for half an hour, the monks seized the opportunity one after another, but one third were stuck at the bottleneck and could not make any progress.

"Half an incense stick, immediately visualize the Heavenly Dao baptizing your soul."

After hearing what Shao Xiuwen said, more than a dozen cultivators went crazy on the spot.

Before their immortal species could get out of control, Zheng Lun had already taken action to suppress them.

Transforming from a mortal to an immortal is as easy as a fish leaping over the dragon gate. With dozens of ninth-level cultivators participating, it is already quite good if ten of them can become immortals on land.

After practicing Buddhism, it was beyond our expectations that nearly forty people completed their physical transformation.

"The soul leaves the body, using Tai Sui Nuo Xian as a ladder, climbing upward until it faces the Heavenly Dao."

As soon as the words fell, all the cultivators immediately did as they were told. Their souls were riddled with holes between their brows, and were filled with all kinds of germs inside and out.

Others could only see the soul sinking into the dark cloud where the Nuo fairy was.

Shen Lian hesitated slightly, then used the Purple Mansion Tempering Technique. A small half of his original spirit was cut off, and the resulting soul fell into the Niwan Palace.

If the original spirit is destroyed, the split soul can survive on its behalf, which can be considered as a way out.

The ghost gourd gushed out a large amount of medicinal wine, quickly healing the soul.

Shao Xiuwen frowned slightly, "Don't delay. The time that Tai Sui Nuoxian has to communicate with the Heavenly Dao is limited, and climbing up will require a lot of hardship..."

Shen Lian opened his eyes, and it took him thousands of kilograms of medicinal wine to fully recover.

Finally, his soul left his body.

A shadow wrapped in golden light leaped out, the Dao rhyme transformed from the germs formed a robe, and the soul itself was pure and flawless.

The three gods of the Plague Department looked at each other with flickering expressions.

The strength of his soul is more than three times that of the same realm. It can be said that he was cursed by his previous life, but how can he not be eroded by the immortal seed?

Could it be that he has found a way out for the Plague Department?
Shao Xiuwen couldn't see through Shen Lian's soul at all. The Plague Department Taoist had just entered the sect, so how could his body and soul foundation be so strong?

Little did they know that the Martial Arts Plague Department was not Shen Lian's main practice.

Shen Lian's actual cultivation level is still at the eighth level of perfection.

Zheng Lun covered his head with his hands in pain, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity became more and more intense.

"I must have seen him on the eve of the catastrophe."

.........

As soon as Shen Lian's soul came into contact with Tai Sui Nuoxian, a straight ladder to heaven appeared before his eyes.

The oppressive feeling from the Nuo fairy made the soul feel as if it was carrying a thousand pounds.

However, Shen Lian had already gotten used to it, and would use the water from the Milky Way to temper his body and soul on a daily basis. It even took his soul a breath or two to adapt.

Shen Lian took a step forward, and his breathing became rapid involuntarily.

The great catastrophe of heaven and earth begins with the way of heaven.

Shen Lian wanted to understand the current situation of the Heavenly Dao so much that he gritted his teeth and walked on his way while using the remaining medicinal power of the wine to nourish his soul.

The boring climb made the passage of time seem to stop.

Wait until the faint light gently caresses the soul.

Shen Lian raised his head belatedly, and was surrounded by many mottled halos, which combined into unreal and strange colors.

"Is it the way of heaven?"

His face showed a daze, and then his manas consciousness began to sense something.

The manas guides the soul, as if trying to penetrate the illusory halo.

Look directly into the truth deep inside.

(End of this chapter)