I can't be a demon

His five senses were shielded, and he could feel the darkness enveloping him deeply.

It was like being swallowed into the esophagus of a huge thing.

"etc."

"Isn't the Evil Moon Three Heart Cave transformed into the body of Patriarch Bodhi? His organs are responsible for teaching and teaching?"

Xie Yue Sanxin Cave made Shen Lian feel too weird and inexplicable.

It didn't take long.

The moment his five senses recovered, Shen Lian opened his eyes and found himself in a Taoist temple.

In the center of the temple is a statue of Patriarch Bodhi. The image is an old man with a white beard holding a whisk, and he looks extremely spiritual.

In addition to Patriarch Bodhi, there are thirty or forty statues of immortals and gods placed on the four walls.

Compared to the statue of Patriarch Bodhi.

The statues of immortals and gods looked abominable, and each of them looked like... dead.

The Barefoot Immortal who cut off his legs; the King of Pagoda who was hanged from the beam of the house; the two generals of Hengha whose corpses were crushed and mixed together; the God of Thunder who had his stomach disemboweled; the True Monarch Erlang who stood without a head...

Although they were all made-up statues, their expressions were fake and real, as if they had actually experienced the terrifying Ling Chi.

The alchemists were deeply shocked and temporarily forgot about the threat from the ghost heart.

They had read relevant classics in their respective caves and naturally recognized the identities of the statues. They were all immortal gods from heaven thousands of years ago.

After staring at it for a long time, the statue of the immortal seemed to come to life and claim its life.

Ao Chang came to his senses.

He swept through the darkness outside the temple and staggered closer to Shen Lian, "Quick, take out the ghost heart completely. It's too late, it's too late!"

The other alchemists covered their chests, and the resentment in their bodies began to riot.

Ghost heart revives!

Ao Chang fell to the ground, and immediately there were roots of plants sprouting from his mouth and nose.

As the ghost heart erodes, the original heart shrinks little by little, and the ghost heart takes over the maintenance of body functions, which means that parasitism is inseparable.

They had no time to take care of Shen Lian and tried their best to suppress the out-of-control ghost heart.

Shen Lian realized that the first step to worshiping the Three Heart Cave of Evil Moon was to suppress the ghost heart and complete the foundation of the Three Heart Secret Technique.

His second heart also had abnormalities, but it was just an increase in heart rate.

If you cut off the nourishment of your ghost heart, your ghost heart will definitely be stunted. Ten years of Taoism will not make any waves at all.

The career panel prompts constantly.

[Whether it takes 5 points to master the breathing method]

[Whether it takes 5 points to master the breathing method]

"Ahhhhh."

Ao Chang was unable to complete the symbiosis with the ghost heart, and his body and soul were already on the verge of collapse.

He decisively activated the secret technique, and veins popped out in his head. At the same time, he put the talisman that banned ghosts on his chest, forcing the ghost's heart to leave his body.

vomit.

Ao Chang opened his mouth and vomited, and the ghost heart mixed with blood fell to the ground.

The ghost's heart turns into pus.

Ao Chang felt an inexplicable suffocation. The rules of Xie Yue Sanxin Cave created rejection, and his vitality dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Continuing will lead to a dead end.

He ran towards Shen Lian in a panic, and just said: "Ghost heart..."

"Take it."

Shen Lian smiled brightly, and a newly formed ghost heart appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Okay, okay."

Ao Chang quickly picked up the ghost heart and refined it, and the other alchemists wanted to snatch it. The ghost heart that had been practiced for ten years was simply a shortcut to entering the cave.

However, due to the riot of ghost hearts, it was difficult for them to display their strength.

Ao Chang fended off the alchemists and successfully transplanted the ghost heart into his body. His collapsed body and soul suddenly relaxed, "I will become immortal!"

Qinghe showed compassion and honestly faced his ghost heart.

"kindness?"

Ao Chang let out a muffled groan, and a ghostly and ferocious laugh came to his ears.

At the moment when the blood vessels and meridians connected to the ghost's heart, the blood in the whole body stopped flowing, and mana flowed into the ghost's heart crazily.

"You, you...what the hell is your ghost heart?"

The other alchemists shuddered, and belatedly realized that Shen Lian was unusual.

Regardless of whether the ghost's moral conduct is poor, it is clearly because he did not get any nourishment before. What kind of Yuandan warrior can suppress demons with only his physical body.

It was too late for Ao Chang to spit out his ghost heart.

In just a few breaths, Gui Xin's path has reached five hundred years. After draining his blood, he began to devour his own flesh and bones.

"Help me!!!"

Shen Lian was too lazy to pay attention and looked for clues in the temple.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't have a ghost heart. After all, his existing immortal bones are transformed by the secret technique of the Three Hearts, and Xie Yue's Three Heart Cave will not reject him at all.

Sudden.

Shen Lian found a line of vague handwriting at the door.

[Be careful, you are in his belly. 】

"Sure enough, Xie Yue Sanxin Cave is probably the physical body of Patriarch Bodhi."

"I have to find a safe and secluded corner as soon as possible and plant the roots of the teleportation tree."

Shen Lian looked at the statues leisurely.

Not surprisingly, the statues contain the remains of immortal gods.

Doesn't this mean that Patriarch Bodhi has eaten the flesh and blood of many immortals?

Chapter 200 No matter how good your talent is, it’s better to add more

In the darkness outside the door, there were occasional rustling sounds.

The alchemists tried their best to suppress the ghost's heart. As long as they could hold on for one more breath, the integration of the ghost's heart and body and soul would become closer.

According to the records of each cave, those who master ghost hearts are the handyman disciples of Xie Yue Sanxin Cave.

When the ghost heart devours the remains of the immortal god, and then undergoes the refining of the three-heart secret technique, the newly formed immortal bones can be regarded as the outer disciples of Xie Yue Three Heart Cave.

As for inner disciples and true disciples, they must have two or three hearts.

"No way, no way, you shouldn't have offended Shen Lian."

Qinghe was the only Taoist priest who had some strength left, and his eyes fell on Ao Chang.

Ao Chang was already conscious, his wailing became vague, his body was skin and bones, and his three souls and seven spirits were extremely weak.

Qinghe shuddered.

The ghost heart in Ao Chang's body has been practicing for nearly a thousand years.

Qinghe could not see the possibility that Ao Chang could survive the fusion of the ghost heart. Ao Chang was still alive mainly because the ghost heart was not full.

When Ao Chang could not squeeze out any nutrients, he would die.

"The ghost heart nurtured by the reincarnated immortals and Buddhas is not something that ordinary people can refine."

Haha, Shen Lian has warned you several times that you can't bear it, but you insist on trying it once or twice. You can't blame others for your soul flying away.

"By the way, shouldn't there be a large number of disciples in the Xieyue Three Heart Cave? Why..."

Qinghe had just come up with a thought when she suddenly noticed that there was one more person in the temple.

She couldn't help but shudder. Shen Lian had already walked into the depths of the temple. Who could be the figure standing still in the right corner?

Then, Qinghe found someone glancing at him.

The eyes were full of assessment, as if they were sizing up the livestock for sale, but they seemed dissatisfied with most of the Taoist priests.

Qinghe suppressed his distracting thoughts and tried not to show any abnormality.

Click, click.

The footsteps approached, heading straight for the struggling Ao Chang.

Qinghe did not dare to turn his neck, and his peripheral vision inadvertently swept over the figure.

"He is..."