I can't be a demon

Shen Lian disappeared on the spot. Facing the frightened Yu Changping, he did not use the Immortal Mysterious Art, but grabbed the bone blade at his waist with his right hand.

Clang.

The sound of the blade breaking through the air seemed to tear the eardrum. The horizontal sword style accumulated the sword power for hundreds of days. The power of the sword when it was unsheathed caused the surrounding Jinwu guards to cover their necks.

Yu Changping stood still, mumbling with crooked lips.

"Why... did you kill me?"

Shen Lian put the sword back into the sheath, scratched his head and said, "Sorry, when I saw you running away, I habitually wanted to cut the grass and wipe it out."

"You..."

Yu Changping was directly cut in half.

Just one knife killed the Snow Lion Taoist priest of the seventh realm of Daoying.

Shen Lian habitually collected the body again, which made the scalps of others numb.

"Miss Su."

"In..."

"Find a few people to protect the statue of Zhong Kui at the edge of Fuhou Street."

The wind from the sword was pouring back, and Shen Lian's Taoist robe fluttered in the wind. He grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand and held the Wanhu token with the other hand, and walked towards Guan Mansion without stopping.

"Guard the statue well, I will bring Ma Wanhu back."

Su Yu raised the statue in a complicated way and compared it with Shen Lian's back.

She suddenly realized that the other party was not the 71st prince Li Huan at all, but...Lü Zu Shen Lian, the reincarnation of the immortal Buddha in the rumor.

It seems...Jinwu Guard is saved, and the court is saved!!

Chapter 232 Shen Lian is the biological

Guan Mansion.

As the center of the raging scriptures, chaos is the main theme in Guan Mansion.

Compared with the periphery of Nan'an Street, the handwriting on the ground and walls can be seen to be extremely distorted, and with an indescribable mystery.

Guan Ping's body was hanging in the backyard, and her death was strange and inexplicable.

The corpse's skin was covered with scriptures, as if it had become the carrier of the true scriptures, and a constant stream of resentment surged out of its mouth and nose.

Her eyes were wide open, revealing an unconcealable despair.

It was hard to imagine.

As a Wan Hu of the Jinwu Guard who had been more than 400 years old, what kind of pain did Guan Ping go through to choose to hang herself under a locust tree.

"Unfortunately, the content of the true scriptures she obtained was only four words."

The tall man looked directly at the corpse at close range.

His body was falling apart, but the consciousness between his eyebrows had never wavered, showing the mismatch between the strength of his body and soul. It was clearly a Taoist priest who was temporarily possessed by the ten thousand year old demon [Snow Lion].

"The four words are all part of [Hinayana Buddhism], which is better than nothing. It seems that she only witnessed the tip of the iceberg of the true scriptures when she was alive."

"Hmm."

Snow Lion covered his chest and couldn't help coughing repeatedly.

"That's enough. Even if the effect of the four words can't be used to heal wounds, giving them to the ancestor can get a lot of resources, and it can stabilize the soul's injuries in a short time, cough cough cough."

"Then find a way to enter Lion Camel Ridge to fight for [Middle Dharma]."

The snow lion's face was full of fear.

He never thought that the three monkeys in the Four Hearts Cave of the Evil Moon were actually Bodhi Patriarch, and he was seriously injured just by meeting them.

"Bodhi Patriarch is definitely more terrifying than a thousand years ago."

"The ancestor is not sure about dealing with it. You must be careful in the Three Hearts Cave of the Evil Moon in the future."

"Huh?"

The snow lion's eyes were red, and he roared in a deep voice: "Yu Changping is dead. No matter who did it, I hope it won't disturb me, the lion ancestor."

A horrified whimper suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

"Lion Ancestor!"

The lapis lazuli lion knelt in front of the door. Although his body exuded the cultivation of the Eight Realms, he wished he could bury his head in the ground.

Panhuan Cave has a clear hierarchy. The descendants of the Seven Lions can be killed if the Seven Lions think of rebelling.

"Master Qing, do you know who killed Yu Changping?"

Master Qing hurriedly explained: "The aura revealed is not a magical power. My son thinks that it is very likely that the imperial court killed Yu Changping."

"The imperial court?"

The Snow Lion looked outside the mansion and could clearly feel that the other forces were rushing to Nan'an Street.

The caves had never thought that Wan Hu would obtain the Hinayana Buddhism before his death. Now that they have realized it, they naturally don't want to miss the opportunity.

"Whether it is the imperial court, the Four Seas Dragon Palace, or the Chechi Kingdom, the Lotus Cave, or the Moyun Cave...Master Qing, remember, don't let them disturb me, the Lion Ancestor!!!"

The demonic energy exhaled by the Snow Lion petrified the ground.

He had a seemingly ordinary book in his hand, and his spiritual consciousness guided the scriptures into the book bit by bit, and the body twitched for no reason.

On the first page of the book, there were complex and complicated patterns intertwined with each other.

The first word is being formed.

"Yes, yes, the Lion Ancestor is right. I will block Nan'an Street immediately."

Qing Zhenren hurriedly left the courtyard. As soon as he left Guan Mansion, the cowardice of the lion head was swept away, and a fierce light appeared on his face.

Roar!!!

Dozens of stone lions guarded Nan'an Street, blocking the paths of various forces to Guan Mansion.

Because Panhuan Cave had taken the lead in advance, Nan'an Street was covered by a magic circle, and all forces noticed that the snow lion had temporarily appeared in the world.

Qing Zhenren could see that the various forces were more like testing Panhuan Cave.

After all, Panhuan Cave has been laid out in the capital for hundreds of years, and even the Buddhist Kingdom in the dream has a considerable force. All forces want to take the opportunity to see if Panhuan Cave has any obvious flaws.

"There will be no chaos in a short time. I must take the opportunity to deal with the bugs in the court."

Although the sword light that flashed by earlier was terrifyingly powerful, it was not a fairy method at all. It was probably an ordinary secret technique that required long-term accumulation.

A mortal with such a trump card is indeed a character.

But... mortals are just mortals, and it is unrealistic to threaten Panhuan Cave.

Qing Zhenren was mainly afraid that mortals would disturb the Snow Lion Ancestor. If the latter became unhappy, he would probably be demoted to an outer disciple.

"With a mortal body, I'm afraid I won't even be able to get within a hundred meters of Guan Mansion."

"A few clones should be able to catch the mouse."

Qing Zhenren shook his body, and the flesh and bones composed of lapis lazuli fell apart. The body became thinner, and a total of ten three-meter-high stone lions were formed, and then scattered in all directions.

Suddenly, Master Qing's expression fell into unconcealable astonishment.

As soon as the stone lion arrived outside Guan Mansion, he saw a figure walking slowly in the thick lime haze, with a restrained breath, holding a wine gourd in his hand and drinking continuously to quench his thirst.

Qing Zhenren noticed that as the figure approached Guan Mansion, his body and soul were extremely disordered, as if he was going to be possessed at the next moment.

Such a scene is really a bit ridiculous.

The figure showed calmness and rushed to Guan Mansion alone. It should be a certain degree of confidence, but Qing Zhenren always felt that the other party would lose control of his body and soul before he could reach Guan Mansion.

You know, Qing Zhenren himself felt deeply uncomfortable within the scope of Hinayana Buddhism.

A mortal?

"Old Taoist from Panhuan Cave, do you recognize me?"

"you?"

The moment Master Qing saw Shen Lian, his pupils could not help but shrink.

Not only the erosion of the scriptures, but also the taboo curses of three types of demons, the body and soul not only did not collapse, but maintained a delicate balance.

"Hiccup~~"

With the warm wine in his stomach, his flesh and bones greedily absorbed the power of the medicine because they had to resist the erosion of demons, and every trace of the power of the medicine was fully utilized.

"Don't you recognize him? I thought Mr. Snow Lion would issue sea fishing documents."

"Who are you?"

Qing Zhenren was afraid of sending the tiger away from the mountain, so he did not dare to leave the courtyard gate. To be on the safe side, he sent all the other clones to surround Shen Lian.

"If you don't recognize it, forget it, Hier, I want to ask..."

Shen Lian's indifference made Qing Zhenren increasingly confused.

The ten clones all have the perfect cultivation level of Dao Ying, and their minds are connected. Let alone Jin Wuwei, even the alchemists in the realm are invincible, and I don't know where he has the confidence.