I can't be a demon

Qing Zhenren noticed the thoughtful look in Shen Lian's eyes, and his upper and lower jaws were dislocated, and a jade-like stone lion Taoist child drilled out of his body.

"Die!!!"

The stone lion Taoist child stretched out his hand, and the martial arts realm was riddled with holes.

Qing Zhenren bit Shen Lian.

"Let's go."

The white bone spine was cut, and half of Qing Zhenren's front teeth were broken.

Shen Lian calmly gathered his strength, and then communicated with the statue on the edge of Nan'an Street, and his figure turned into a light and disappeared.

Before merging into the statue of Zhong Kui, his consciousness immediately activated the relic bone.

Shen Lian quietly came to the Buddhist kingdom in the dream, and took advantage of the gap between Qing Zhenren's consciousness searching, bypassing the arrangement of Panhuan Cave and going deep into Guan Mansion.

"What the hell did Guan Ping get before she died?"

Compared with the present world, the Buddhist kingdom in the dream is more chaotic.

The scriptures are no longer attached to the ground and walls, but float everywhere in Nan'an Street. Looking straight for a few breaths, countless information surged in my mind.

Shen Lian scanned the information, which was a series of seemingly plausible Buddhist scriptures.

There was no connection between each word, but it could pollute his own tradition, and the content of the martial arts inheritance in his memory began to change.

"Damn it!"

[Do you want to consume 0 points to synthesize the Immortal Mysterious Art and ****]

[Do you want to consume 0 points to synthesize the Longevity Pillar and ****]

[Do you want to consume 0 points to synthesize the Horizontal Sword Style and ****]

………

Shen Lian cancelled it repeatedly, and relied on the professional panel to forcibly correct the content to avoid the destruction of his foundation.

"Is it not the scriptures that the various caves are fighting for in Lion Camel Ridge? It is probably, otherwise why would the snow lion of Panhuan Cave be so anxious to descend into the world."

Shen Lian knew that Su Yu and others could not hold on for too long, and walked quickly to the backyard.

Although the token could not sense Ma Wanhu, he was very familiar with his soul. Ma Wanhu was around Guan Ping's body.

As he approached the body, it became more and more bizarre.

The demons in the Guan Mansion in the dream were trapped in countless scriptures, forming a large number of light cocoons, and chewing sounds could be heard from inside.

That's right.

Each word exuded resentment, like a ghost eating demons.

Shen Lian did not attract the attention of the scriptures, perhaps because of the curse of the yellow-toothed old elephant, or perhaps because the body already contained the scriptures.

"Can't stay for long, the scriptures in the dream are almost substantial, once they enter the body, the erosion brought is likely to break the balance of body and soul."

Shen Lian came to the door of the backyard, and the scene in front of him was disgusting.

The corpse hanging on the locust tree was constantly gushing out scriptures, and countless scriptures could be seen wriggling up and down.

Like a pool of stagnant water, countless mosquitoes laid eggs in Guan Ping's body.

The scriptures that were bred were clearly mosquito larvae! !

Buzz buzz buzz.

Shen Lian's ears were stinging, and the chaotic scriptures became orderly.

It seemed that he was reading the meaning of the true scriptures bit by bit.

"Found it."

Whoosh.

Shen Lian found Ma Wanhu, whose life was bleak in the corner, and rolled up his white bone spine, putting the dying Ma Wanhu into the ghost gourd.

In addition to Ma Wanhu, there were several people in the courtyard.

But they did not have the cultivation of the Eight Realms of Divine Travel, and their consciousness had been washed away long ago. It would not take long for them to be completely wiped out.

"These... scriptures are really intelligent!"

Shen Lian's move undoubtedly stirred up a hornet's nest, and the courtyard suddenly boiled.

All the scriptures gave up the food they had and gathered around. In an instant, the air became extremely sticky, and everything in Nan'an Street in the dream was twisted, and then fell apart.

Shen Lian gritted his teeth and urged the relic bone with his consciousness.

When the scripture came into contact with himself, the synthesis prompts on the occupation panel became more and more frequent, and a four-character scripture in his heart was about to come out.

"I will go crazy!"

Shen Lian realized that once he understood the scripture, he would fall into madness.

The relic bone shone with light, and the acquired infinite relic method reached perfection under high pressure, followed by the three-door stomach method.

He quickly consumed 3 points to combine the longevity pile and the three-door stomach method.

The relic bone stomach was complete, and the breath reached its peak.

Shen Lian withdrew from the dream Buddhist kingdom, and his body and soul used the statue of Zhong Kui in Su Yu's hand as a springboard to return directly to the temple on Fuhou Street.

Su Yu and others also received the transmission and hurriedly left Nan'an Street.

Roar!!!

The snow lion opened his eyes and stared at Qing Zhenren with murderous intent. The latter was sweating all over and transformed into dozens of clones to find Shen Lian.

He then came to the dream Buddhist kingdom, and Guanfu had returned to peace.

"Li Huan?"

"No, it's Shen Lian, the disciple of Bodhi Patriarch."

The snow lion was full of fear, but noticed that Shen Lian went in and out of Guanfu just to rescue a Wanhu, and curled his lips in disapproval.

"If he is really a reincarnated immortal Buddha, he should treat mortals as consumables for cultivation."

"He is hanging around with the imperial court, tut tut tut."

The snow lion was slightly disdainful, and he lowered his head to flip through the book in his hand. Two words of the true scripture were already imprinted on it, and the third word was also faintly visible.

"For the time being, I can't tell what kind of Hinayana Buddhism it is, but it should be able to heal injuries."

"It's a pity that it's not Mahayana Buddhism, otherwise the trip to Lion Camel Ridge would be much smoother."

At this moment.

"Tut tut tut."

The snow lion heard a strange voice imitating himself, accompanied by bursts of applause.

He looked up and saw a ghost in the shape of a little girl on the branch of the locust tree, with a shaking crow on its shoulder.

The snow lion had never seen the starling in the Evil Moon Three Heart Cave. The latter was in contact with the true body of Bodhi Patriarch at the time, but he still instinctively sensed the threat.

He reacted and realized that Shen Lian's three immortal bones seemed to be cultivated through the guardian ghosts and gods.

Myna was obviously the strongest guardian ghost.

"Ga."

Myna opened his mouth, and the six layers of hell covered Nan'an Street. Then endless black air came out, swallowing the scriptures into his stomach.

Snow Lion thought it was bad, and was in a dilemma for a while.

"Who is he, the ten thousand year Di Ting guardian!!!"

Snow Lion's soul returned to the original body in Panhuan Cave without hesitation.

If the original body was in the world, he was conceited that he was also ten thousand years of Taoism, and would never be weaker than Di Ting. If the six brothers and sisters were all there, they could even strangle Di Ting in the dreamland of Buddha.

However, the strong dragon cannot suppress the local snake.

Di Ting jumped out and bit off half of the snow lion's body.

"Ah~ dog is so cowardly!"

Snow Lion grinned hoarsely, watching the book swallowed into Di Ting's stomach with his conscious eyes, and the rest of the scriptures flew into his mouth like moths to a flame.

"Okay, okay."

The body that was temporarily possessed turned into minced meat.

The soul of the snow lion could only return to its original body in Panhuan Cave no matter how unwilling it was.

Di Ting smacked his lips, as if he was savoring the taste of the true scripture.

Nian'er scratched Di Ting's neck, "Eighth Master is awesome!!!"

Di Ting disappeared into the bird's beak, and the starling nodded repeatedly, "Ah~ If the mount A Lian doesn't listen, tell the Eighth Master~"

"No, A Brother is very good."

Nian'er held the starling in her hand and instantly returned to Fuhou Street through the clone.

Shen Lian was concentrating on suppressing the scriptures in his body. He glanced at the starling from the corner of his eye and gave the latter a few pills.