I can't be a demon.

Chapter 375 Shen Lian's Inhuman Demonization
As soon as the words fell, the warriors reacted belatedly.

Having not seen Shen Lian for a long time, they actually had a speechless feeling of suffocation, and even the golden bodies in their bodies could not be activated, and their strength came to a standstill.

Everyone present was hundreds of years old, and they immediately realized that Shen Lian was probably above the level of a human immortal.

The warriors could not hide their excitement. After all, as the ancestor of martial arts, Shen Lian was able to step into the realm of earthly immortals, which showed that the potential of martial arts was already on a bright future.

"Ah Lian."

Shen Hansheng, who had been complaining just now, was stunned for a few moments, then reached out and hugged Shen Lian.

"Your father scared me to death. There was no trace of you in three hundred years. I thought something happened to you. I'm glad you came back safely..."

"How could anything happen to me? After all, I am a living immortal Buddha."

The father and son smiled at each other, and the other warriors gradually woke up from their fear, including the old man who was at the end of his energy and gathered together.

The warriors' eyes revealed a desire to survive, mixed with a bit of the desire to transform from mortal to immortal.

But none of them spoke a word, they just respectfully performed the disciple’s salute.

Shen Lian looked around and saw that the warriors in the Bibotan had retreated in time, their heavenly souls were still there, and their cultivation had been honed to the extreme.

After two or three hundred years of seclusion, they no longer have any sectarian views.

If you want to survive, you must find a way to improve your cultivation, even if it only brings you half a step closer to becoming a human immortal.

In this case, the warriors' foundations are perfect, and they are only one step away from becoming human immortals.

"It seems that after the catastrophe of heaven and earth, the rules of heaven have changed dramatically. The true scriptures are a necessary condition for transforming from mortals to immortals. Even if they have infinite lifespans, they will not be able to break through the window paper that separates humans from immortals."

Seeing that Shen Lian didn't say anything, Shen Hansheng lowered his voice and said, "Ah Lian, help them. Even if they die on the road to becoming immortals, it is better than dying out of their lifespan."

The warriors took a step forward, obviously having made their choice.

"Whether it succeeds or not depends on your three hundred years of preparation."

As soon as Shen Lian finished speaking, all the warriors swallowed their saliva, their faces turned red, and some even couldn't help sobbing.

"Concentrate your mind and gather your energy. To become a land immortal, you must refine the martial arts scriptures..."

As soon as Shen Lian said this, the martial arts scriptures in the Niwan Palace quietly opened, and every word of the scriptures poured out from their mouths and noses and sank into their bodies.

The warriors hurriedly sat cross-legged.

All warriors who can achieve the ninth realm are gifted, and the days in Bibotan give them ample time to hone their body and soul.

As soon as they came into contact with the martial arts scriptures, their bottlenecks naturally began to loosen.

Shen Lian shook the ghost gourd and sprinkled some longevity wine to give them a little more confidence, then communicated with the teleportation tree to break out of the ground.

The tree hole is also connected to Qingming Temple.

Shen Lian grabbed Shen Hansheng's shoulders and was about to take the old man back to Yanliang Town.

"A Lian, you must take me to heaven."

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows and couldn't help asking, "Old man, how do you know about the Heavenly Palace?"

"Do you believe me when I say I'm dreaming?"

"letter."

Shen Hansheng seemed a little helpless, but in the end he got a positive answer from Shen Lian.

"For the past forty or fifty years, I have had a recurring dream in which I transformed into a human body with a pig's head and went to the Yaochi to attend a meeting."

Shen Lian understood that Shen Hansheng’s dream was most likely from his ghost father.

The ghost father and the human father are actually one and the same. The reason why Shen Hansheng can step into the ninth realm is actually because the ghost father is improving his qualifications invisibly.

"Old man, are you going there alone?"

"No, there was a coachman who took me there, but I don't remember his name."

Shen Lian's heart sank as he realized that the so-called driver was Zhu Bajie. "What else happened in Yaochi?"

"Can not remember."

Shen Hansheng pinched his temple with a headache and muttered to himself, "I only know that dreams are becoming shorter and shorter."

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes.

Ghost Dad is already half of his Second Senior Brother, so he is not sure what Zhu Bajie is up to. Does he want to take over Ghost Dad’s body?

"But, after forty or fifty years, it's impossible that Second Senior Brother hasn't succeeded yet, right?"

Shen Hansheng exhaled, "Ah Lian, I can vaguely sense the location of Yaochi. It has been a knot in my heart for decades."

"If I die in my dream, something bad will happen."

Shen Lian nodded hesitantly, "I will go to Yaochi later. I hope you can successfully ascend to the human immortal first."

After saying this, without waiting for Shen Hansheng to reply, the martial arts scriptures penetrated into his flesh, blood and bones.

Shen Hansheng immediately embarked on the path of transcending from mortal to immortal.

Shen Lian observed for a long time and found that most warriors had a 70% chance of promotion, mainly because the martial arts scriptures were easy to refine.

He communicated with the teleportation tree and was about to return to Xiaoxitian to take charge when his expression suddenly changed.

"Myna, you are so brave! I didn't ask you to go to Wuzhuang Temple to ask for help! The brothers and sisters under the ginseng fruit tree still don't know how to rebuild their bodies and souls."

Shen Lian changed his target, and after a brief trance, Wuzhuang Temple came into view.

The cave was in ruins. It was obvious that the starling had revealed its true form not long ago. Most of the palaces were razed to the ground, and the breeze and bright moon were no longer there.

"Myna, you bastard!"

Shen Lian's face looked grim as he noticed the starling was guarding the ginseng fruit tree.

It is not difficult to infer from the traces on the ground that after Qingfeng Mingyue's death, he has returned to the ginseng fruit tree and is now in the process of gestation.

"Quack, quack, quack."

Myna glanced at Shen Lian with disdain, and then the eighteen levels of hell unfolded.

The grafted ginseng fruit tree was uprooted, and its roots were seen full of residual souls, all of whom were former disciples of Zhen Yuanzi from Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi successfully transcended, leaving hundreds of his disciples to suffer a fate worse than death.

"Myna, don't mess around. They were indeed immortals when they were alive, but for your current appetite, they are just to fill your teeth."

"Stupid~~"

The starling was too lazy to pay attention to Shen Lian, and the strong resentment was acting on a palace on its back.

The words on the plaque of [Qin Guangwang Hall] were erased and immediately replaced with [Wuzhuang Temple].

Di Ting opened his mouth and swallowed, and all the residual souls fell into his mouth. After he used his magical powers a few times, the residual souls appeared in Wuzhuang Temple.

Including Qingfeng Mingyue, the residual souls turned into entities and were no longer vague in mind.

They nodded with a smile of relief, and were willing to submit to Di Ting. After all, it could end the thousand-year-long pain and torture.

Otherwise, even if ten thousand years passed, there would be no possibility for the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple to be resurrected.

"what?"

Shen Lian suddenly discovered that there was a temple behind Di Ting whose gate had been changed, and the words on the plaque had changed to [Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave].

There were also figures moving around inside, and the sound of chanting could be heard.

"Myna, when did you go to the Evil Moon Three Heart Cave?"

"Guess~~"

The starling regained its bird appearance, turned around and disappeared into the tree hole.

Shen Lian noticed belatedly that there were often experience prompts on the profession panel, and it seemed that the disciples in the temple could counter-attack when practicing.

Shen Lian went to Fangcun Mountain, but found that Patriarch Bodhi had already left. The aura he left behind pointed directly to the west, and it was very likely that his destination was Lingshan.

"The Western Sacred Mountain should be occupied by the True Scriptures, so why are immortals and Buddhas still flocking there?"

Shen Lian stood on the top of Fangcun Mountain, looking at the boundless ocean. "If I can't find the way to become a celestial being after visiting the ruins of the Heavenly Palace, I may have to go to Lingshan Mountain to have a look."

When he really faced the Western Sacred Mountain, he felt extremely relaxed.

Shen Lian inhaled and exhaled spiritual light, and countless scriptures flashed in the Niwan Palace, causing the area of ​​the upper Dantian to continue to expand. His soul finally had the opportunity to transform and accepted the scriptures to merge into it.

In the time it takes for the sun to set and the moon to rise, the state of earthly immortality has been achieved.

[Realm: Earthly Immortal (Immortal Aperture)] Shen Lian's Niwan Palace was covered with scriptures, and his primordial spirit transformed into an [Immortal Soul].

In ancient times, human immortals were called land immortals, which was somewhat derogatory. Only earth immortals were considered true immortals.

It is also because the immortal soul falls into the six realms of reincarnation and is immortal.

Simply put, earthly immortals can regain their memories of their past lives by reincarnating and practicing again. In the eyes of ordinary people, only those who are immortal are immortals.

Of course, the underworld in later generations has collapsed, and the six realms of reincarnation probably no longer exist.

The disadvantage of the immortal soul taking over other people's bodies is smaller.

Shen Lian consolidated his cultivation and turned around to crawl into the tree hole.

The Qingming Temple was extremely noisy. Groups of sick monks were already rushing to attack the entrances and exits. It was all thanks to the cooperation between the human-immortal warriors and the monkeys to resist the foreign enemies.

"Shakyamuni is such a coward, he just wouldn't dare to come out no matter what."

"We must find a way to force him to show up."

"Who knows what the situation is in Yaochi? I don't have time to waste time with you."

Shen Lian sneered, closed his eyes, and began to practice openly, not taking Sakyamuni seriously at all, which made the sick monk even more crazy.

As his mind moved, a tenth-grade lotus pattern appeared between his eyebrows.

.........

Deep in Xiaoxitian.

Evil Buddhas escaped from the magnificent Main Hall one after another.

They rushed to Qingming Temple, and even Bodhisattvas who were comparable to earthly immortals had already set off, but Sakyamuni never showed up from beginning to end.

The eight disciples were still cleaning the temple.

But they are paying attention to the number of evil Buddhas.

Before they knew it, more than 4,000 disciples from the eight divisions gathered together, looking at the two arhats guarding the gate.

Shao Xiuwen reminded in a deep voice: "We can't wait any longer. There are evil Buddhas who are eyeing us and want to use our flesh and blood to refine Buddha treasures."

"kindness."

Gao Qiu licked his dry lips and said, "Resources are scarce, and delaying time will definitely not be beneficial. However, our current strength has been greatly reduced by half."

He glanced at his fellow Taoists with resolute faces and said, "Are you ready? It could kill people."

"Kill!"

After Shao Xiuwen responded, the other eight disciples no longer hesitated.

They were divided into eight groups according to their Taoist traditions, and then their blood and energy began to surge, revealing that their martial arts skills were generally around the seventh or eighth level.

You must know that the eight disciples who have survived to this day were all at the ninth level of the inner sect. Now that their immortal seeds have been damaged, martial arts have become their only reliance.

Gao Qiu had already planned it, and the eight disciples were not noticed by Arhat until they were near the gate.

"Quick victory!!!"

The eight groups of disciples, controlling all kinds of crude magical instruments, rushed towards the Arhat almost at the risk of their lives, just to ask for his protection.

"Amitabha, why are you ants unwilling to practice Buddhism?"

The arhat raised his hand and slapped, and hundreds of people vomited blood and flew backwards.

The distorted Buddha light scattered.

Veins popped out on Gao Qiu's forehead. The noise at the door was inevitable. If he couldn't escape in a short period of time, there would be no hope.

He no longer considered the possibility of being possessed, and released his tremendous strength.

"Ten breaths, as quickly as possible..."

Gao Qiu first hid in the crowd, and in an instant his body expanded to over seven meters. He entangled an Arhat alone, not seeking to kill him but only to delay him.

He had a stunned expression and was in disbelief for a few moments.

Gao Qiu knew the state of his body and soul very well. He could only last for ten breaths at most even if he gave it his all. If that exceeded ten breaths, he would easily become a Nuo fairy.

However, unexpectedly, the body and soul did not show any signs of losing control.

Gao Qiu noticed that none of the eight disciples who were seriously injured and fell to the ground were dead. They were just unconscious for the time being, and even their foundation was not damaged.

"Impossible, how can a mortal withstand the blow of Luohan?"

"Ants!!"

Luohan stepped hard, and the aftermath caused the ground to crack.

However, the eight disciples still had a breath left.

While Gao Qiu was blocking the Buddha's light, he was searching for anything unusual with his peripheral vision, and then an inconspicuous root in the crack of the ground came into view.

At the end of a strand of roots is a half-meter-tall wooden statue.

The statue opened its eyes vividly, and it was obvious that Shen Lian was secretly helping them.

"Senior brother?"

"It's really my senior brother!!!"

Gao Qiu was no longer panicking. He used his strength to lift up the severely injured disciples of the Eight Divisions and used his arms to prop open the door. The dazzling sunlight from outside shone on them.

Puff puff!
The roots broke out of the ground, not only entangled the two gate-guarding Arhats, but also isolated the supporting evil Buddhas, giving them enough time to escape.

The statue exuded the aura of the soul, and Gao Qiu also understood the price Shen Lian paid.

Without the protection of a physical body, the soul can be harmed even by ordinary people.

"go!"

Gao Qiu did not dare to delay and led more than 4,000 disciples from the Eight Divisions out of the main hall. Then the statue sank into the ground little by little.

As the statue was about to escape, the Buddha's light began to waver.

Whoosh.

A swastika condensed in the air and pressed towards the statue.

If Gao Qiu saw it correctly, there was a giant Buddha's eye looming among the clouds. That's right, even if Shen Lian revealed such a flaw, Sakyamuni was only willing to expose one eye.

"Brother, be careful!!!"

Rumble.

The main gate of the temple collapsed, and the two Arhats guarding the gate were killed.

The statue was torn into pieces, and the Buddha's eyes in the clouds slowly closed. Just before it was about to disappear, the fragments pieced together to form a human face.

The man's face was incomplete, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

The Buddha's pupils trembled.

Shen Lian, who was far away in Qingming Temple, couldn't help but burst into laughter. The lotus platform between his eyebrows lost two petals, but his immortal soul was not damaged at all.

"Hahahaha, you damn rat, you've been hiding from me, right?"

"Got you!!!"

Shen Lian used his magical power of food supplement, and the scent of Sakyamuni rushed into his nostrils.

The warriors were still fighting with the evil Buddha one moment ago, and the next moment a huge shadow pressed down on them, more than thirty meters long.

Shen Lian pressed his legs down.

boom! ! !
The heads of two or three Bodhisattvas exploded. Shen Lian was like Kuafu chasing the sun. He moved through the mountains as if it were flat ground, and his body shape kept changing as he ran.

After the Changsheng Post has undergone eight transformations, the application of the Golden Body in Martial Arts has reached a higher level.

The Golden Body of Martial Arts is no longer limited to any special fusion, but will adapt itself in a mysterious way according to the situation.

Shen Lian was walking at the moment, and his body shape was changing to adapt to walking.

The spine is stretched out and crawling on the ground, with eight pairs of limbs supporting the body. The white bone spine is streamlined, and the sharp horns growing on the top of the head can easily break through the mountains.

Anyone who sees Shen Lian transformed into a monster would probably only have one thought in their mind.

Inhuman!!!

(End of this chapter)