I can't be a demon.

Chapter 40: All Points Lost

At the moment when the Pure Yang Posture was promoted to a small success, Shen Lian felt his blood heating up and the tidal force began to stir.

The Zhulang Force instinctively wanted to suppress the Chunyang Force, causing dull pain in the meridians.

"It's a sign of going crazy."

Shen Lian carried the black wooden coffin as he walked, while gathering his strength at the same time.

Not long after he left the hall, a large number of yamen runners rushed to the gate, but they only saw an empty courtyard and no sign of resentment.

The remaining bailiff reported the matter truthfully, and the rumor about the "Black Coffin Demon" spread like wildfire.

As for the instigator.

Shen Lian had already found the last courtyard where the ghosts were imprisoned when the yamen runners gathered. It was the stable where the horses were originally housed.

He pinched the bridge of his nose with a slight headache, and the two forces caused his qi and blood to become disordered.

"If I didn't have the professional panel, I would have wasted at least half of my strength."

As soon as Shen Lian approached the stables, he heard ghostly howlings coming from the courtyard. It was obvious that the resentment was getting out of control not only in the hall.

"From the noise, the number of ghosts should be no less than that in the hall. They are really energetic."

Shen Lian pushed open the door.

The stable fell into silence. The prying eyes from the ghosts were extremely fanatical. They had never seen such delicious blood food.

boom.

Shen Lian closed the door expressionlessly.

From outside the door, one could only hear the sound of the black wooden coffin being dragged, mixed with the desperate and sad wails of ghosts. Facing the Eyes of Perception, the lowly ghosts had no power to fight back at all.

After Shen Lian killed half of the ghosts, he allowed the resentment to erode himself.

If there were people nearby, they would definitely see a shocking scene: more than a dozen ghosts took turns attacking Shen Lian, trying desperately to drain the latter's seemingly endless energy and blood.

Where is Shen Lian?
He was flipping through the secret book of breath-holding, trying to figure out the mysteries of this special horizontal training technique.

After a moment, Shen Lian's body could be heard to make bones collide with each other, his muscles became tighter, and his skin emitted a faint metallic luster.

【Golden Bell Cover (Perfection)】

Seeing this, Shen Lian no longer held back, and all the ghosts within ten meters were reduced to ashes.

The surviving ghost hid in the corner of the stable and trembled.

Shen Lian was too lazy to kill them all, so it was good to have ghosts as a cover. Next, the yamen runners would probably send the newborn ghosts to the stable.

[Do you want to consume 5 points to upgrade your martial arts: Pure Yang Posture (Great Mastery)]

Shen Lian glanced at the profession panel and found that the progress of Nine-eared Chaofeng had reached 78.23%, and that of Sharp-toothed Warrior had reached 51.76%, with a surplus of 23 points.

"Yes!"

"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

Shen Lian's eyes were red as he endured the increasingly fierce conflict in his dantian, but the efficiency of his bone refining increased dramatically and numbness was spreading.

After he replenished a wave of nutrients, the nutrients in his stomach were enough to support the synthesis of martial arts.

"Take it easy. Most of the ghosts have already been turned into experience. Let the other ghosts be dealt with by myna. Just take a few days off."

Shen Lian placed the black wooden coffin in the stable and covered it with straw.

When he got into the coffin and lay down on the soft and fluffy quilt, he yawned comfortably and fell drowsy.

"It's really more comfortable to practice martial arts while lying down."

People always want to take a nap after eating and drinking.

No one could have imagined that Shen Lian would close his eyes and rest in the middle of the night in a yamen filled with resentment, and his bed was a black wooden coffin.

The ghosts around didn't dare to disturb, for fear that the big demon in the coffin would wake up.

Any slight movement of the black wooden coffin made the ghosts extremely terrified, and they would rather stay within the range of the talisman and endure the burning.

Shen Lian was leisurely and only woke up when his Pure Yang Energy was fully developed.

The two forces were barely able to compete with each other, causing chaos in the eight extraordinary meridians.

but.

Shen Lian also noticed that the two forces had an extremely outstanding effect on bone refining, even though it seemed as if there were millions of ants crawling in his bones. To ensure that there would be no mistakes, he carried out the horizontal training synthesis in advance.

[Do you want to consume 3 points to combine Iron Body Skill and Golden Bell Cover?]

The beginning of the horizontal training synthesis directly allows the flesh, blood and bones of the upper body to form a whole, and the conflict between the forces no longer affects Shen Lian.

Bang bang bang.

The body, which was more than two meters long, was growing rapidly.

Shen Lian had no choice but to bend his knees and lie on his side. Fortunately, his height stopped at two meters and five, otherwise the coffin that was barely put together would surely fall apart.

The Dantian becomes clearly divided, the tidal force is like waves at the bottom; the pure yang force is like fire clouds, floating at the top.

Shen Lian was stunned.

"It has only been a short time since he was promoted to Bone Refining, but he seems to be about to step into Blood Refining. He is indeed a Xiantian Horizontal Refining Saint Body, and he is gifted!"

Shen Lian smiled and continued to advance to the Pure Yang Post without hesitation.

[Do you want to consume 10 points to advance to martial arts: Pure Yang Posture (Perfect)]

The blood was boiling, and the temperature within half a meter of the black wooden coffin rose. Several new ghosts that had been delivered not long ago seemed to be ready to move.

The newborn ghost couldn't control its greed and came to the coffin with its mouth open.

Snapped.

Lift the cover to create a gap.

Shen Lian suddenly stretched out his arm and dragged the ghost into the coffin.

The rest of the ghosts remained motionless in the shadows. Even the talismans stuck to the wall could not resist the fear that penetrated deep into their bones.

"what?"

[The 'Corpse Taoist' occupation has been triggered, but the necessary conditions are missing and the job cannot be taken.]

After Shen Lian used his subtle eyes in the coffin, the prompt on the career panel appeared for no reason, but the necessary conditions were still missing.

"Is it true that one can become a corpse Taoist priest without practicing the Corpse Transformation Sutra?"

"I understand. The purpose of the Corpse Transformation Sutra is to draw resentment into the coffin, similar to the method of raising corpses."

"Well, theoretically speaking, as long as there is enough resentment in the coffin, the career panel will be able to determine that it meets the employment requirements."

Shen Lian's heart was beating fast. "There are only 4 points left. Let's finish synthesizing the pile method first."

[Whether to consume 3 points to synthesize Tidal Pile and Pure Yang Pile]

At the moment Shen Lian was sure of it, the two forces in his dantian collided with each other. The fusion of yin and yang forces was destined to be extremely complicated.

In addition, the scales covering the skin of the chest and abdomen began to spread.

Shen Lian was immersed in the transformation of his strength.

.........

at the same time.

Inside the prison, the cells were tightly closed.

From the dense traces of talismans outside the cell, it can be seen that the Jinwu Guards are simply unable to fight against dozens of scapegoats who have been practicing for hundreds of years.

They chose to temporarily confine him to the cell and suppress it until the soul-calling case was over. Once the resentment dissipated, there would be plenty of time to deal with it.

Zhu Yihong looked tired, and his withered right arm could not lift a muscle at all.

"Li Shun, there should be only one letter on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, right?"

The middle-aged man had pupils on his palms. He took out the letter and explained, "Yes, if nothing unexpected happens, the scapegoat on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year is likely to have a Taoist practice of more than 500 years."

"Let's leave it to fate and do our best."

The Painted Skin Ghost has only been practicing for four or five hundred years, and no one knows how many resources he has used up in that time. Now that three of them are seriously injured, the outcome is really unpredictable.

The other woman kept complaining, apparently realizing that something bad was going to happen.

Little do they know.

A mynah bird was perched on the beam, looking at the ghosts with great interest.

(End of this chapter)