I can't be a demon

"There are footprints of Brother Sha and the other two on the ground, but they disappeared after entering Panchang Mountain. Could it be that they have gone to the hinterland?"

While Shen Lian was thinking, a deafening roar came from the Quicksand River behind him.

Tornadoes appeared out of thin air.

The frequent strange phenomena in the Quicksand River indicated that Sha Wujing's current situation was not peaceful.

Shen Lian no longer hesitated and went to the path leading to the mountain village. Staying on the outskirts of Panchang Mountain was definitely not a good choice.

The aftermath of Sha Wujing's leakage would crush him like an ant.

On the contrary, if Panchang Mountain was really a dream, the turbulent Quicksand River would not hurt Panchang Mountain before the Yellow Fang Old Elephant saved it.

"Huh?"

Shen Lian's head tilted the moment he stepped on Panchang Mountain, and a deep pit was left on his right foot, which was caused by the inability to control his strength.

His expression showed surprise, and his brain became drowsy again.

The sixth consciousness was warning.

Once he really fell asleep, there would definitely be unspeakable dangers.

Shen Lian snorted coldly, and secretly performed the Immortal Mysterious Art. The yellow sand in the sky penetrated into the flesh and bones, and the severe pain came again.

"Hiss..."

Sleepiness was swept away.

[The "Six-tusked White Elephant" profession has been triggered, and the necessary conditions are missing and it cannot be employed.]

Shen Lian looked back at the Flowing Sand River.

If he was not mistaken, the speed of the tornado's raging had slowed down, as if the inside and outside of Panchang Mountain were two different worlds.

"Interesting, I have come to a dream that is so real that it is indistinguishable from the real thing."

Shen Lian was not panicked at all.

I just need to wait until the old yellow-toothed elephant is converted, and there is no need to face the danger at all.

Besides...Shen Lian glanced at the alchemy furnace, and the alchemy fruits were ripening in batches. The most eye-catching one was the one transformed from the golden-winged roc feather.

"Let's figure out the truth about Panchang Mountain first."

The mountain road was rugged, and it took only a few steps to reach the end.

The village that came into view had been abandoned for a long time, and there was no one in it. The houses were leaking on all sides, and it didn't look like anyone was living there.

Shen Lian noticed that there were a lot of tombstones in the village, two or three hundred densely packed together.

"Huh."

He had never noticed before that tombstones were sprouting out of the ground like bamboo shoots after rain, but the growth rate might only grow half a finger every few days.

"What exactly are the rules of the Panchang Mountain Ghost Domain?"

He wanted to reach out and touch the tombstone, but he just moved closer and closed his eyes unconsciously.

The sleepiness in his heart was like a thorn in his bones.

"Damn it! I can't delay any longer, plant the elixir first."

Shen Lian staggered to the entrance of the village, and then a bird-beak-shaped elixir appeared in his palm, with golden lines flowing on the surface.

[Pengyu Fruit]

[Born from the banyan tree, buried deep underground with the cave medium, it can grow into a branch connected to the banyan tree. ]

The Pengyu Fruit naturally originated from the golden-winged roc feather.

If the remaining two feathers were all thrown into the alchemy furnace, it would be equivalent to the opportunity to actively choose three teleportation trees, and even go to extremely closed and remote caves, such as the Four Seas Dragon Palace.

"Need a medium..."

Shen Lian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I am always cursed by the yellow-fanged old elephant, and my body and soul have different auras. Isn't it the best medium?"

Crack, crack, crack.

An ivory grew out of his mouth, and after breaking it, he threw it into the dry well on the roadside with the Pengyu fruit.

There is no need to bury it. The teleportation tree began to take root and sprout. It is estimated that it will take three or four days. Facts have proved that he is the biggest medium.

Shen Lian yawned.

Although he was maintaining the quicksand body forging, his sleepiness was getting worse.

Suddenly, Shen Lian noticed that someone was peeking at him. He opened his eyes and immediately found a skinny middle-aged man outside the village.

The middle-aged man was in rags and had no demonic aura.

He was covered in mud and had no idea where he had been hiding before. His expression looked crazy and he was holding a flag made of bed sheets in his hand.

"Hehe, the king asked me to patrol the mountain~~"

"Xiao Zuanfeng?"

The middle-aged man laughed crazily, waving and muttering.

Compared to the demon, he was more like a hysterical lunatic, with weird behavior.

But he was in Lion Camel Ridge after all. Since the middle-aged man could survive in Panchang Mountain, it was probably related to the arrangement of the old yellow-toothed elephant.

"The king asked me to patrol the mountain~~"

The middle-aged man shouted, imitating the posture of the beast.

Shen Lian did not act rashly. Everything in Panchang Mountain seemed weird.

As time passed, he became more and more sleepy. Although the teleportation tree was half a meter high, the sleepiness was even more fierce.

During this period, the middle-aged man worked tirelessly and patrolled the mountain every half a day.

Shen Lian was drowsy. The pain alone could not suppress the sleepiness, and stimulating the Yuanshen through the Zifu Quenching Method was useless.

"It should last for half a day."

Shen Lian just had this thought when he was completely sleepy.

A trance.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, it seemed like a hundred years, and it seemed like an instant.

After waking up, Panchang Mountain had undergone a drastic change.

Shen Lian saw that the altitude of Panchang Mountain had increased tenfold, and the dilapidated houses had become brand new, but covered with a thick layer of dust.

The village was still empty, and all the tombstones were missing.

The demonic aura was a bit stronger.

"I have come to... a deeper dream."

"So that's it, Panchang Mountain is probably a layered dream, and the deepest part is the nest of the yellow-fanged old elephant."

"Is there anyone?"

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes and found that the village was not without traces of others.

There were several Yuandan alchemists hiding in the dark.

Shen Lian was relieved when he saw the teleportation tree coming to the second level of the dream.

He called out the occupation panel, which still showed the insufficient occupation requirements of the Six-fanged Old Elephant, but the handwriting was obviously darker, indicating that as long as he went deeper into the dream, he could meet the requirements.

He observed the details of Panchang Mountain with his eyes, and more and more details came into his mind.

"The speed of the tornado in the Quicksand River in the outside world slowed down a little, indicating that the time flow rate in the dream is completely different. The time flow rate in the first level is slowed by 30%, and the second level has reached 60%."

"In the outside world, the Yellow-fanged Old Elephant may have passed tens of millions of years?"

"What is he doing?"

Shen Lian was facing a great enemy. While Sha Wujing was planning to convert the three monsters, the only Yellow-fanged Old Elephant who was not imprisoned was also planning to escape.

"If nothing unexpected happens, there is already a tombstone for me in the first level of the dream."

"Every time you go deeper, the tombstone will continue to rise. I don't know what kind of danger it will bring."

Shen Lian suddenly felt that Sha Wujing seemed to have the possibility of overturning.

"No!!!"

"If I stay in the shallow dream, I won't be able to react to anything unusual in the deep dream. The time flow rate of the two is too different."

Shen Lian stopped activating the Immortal Mysterious Art and took the initiative to find sleep.

"The king asked me to patrol the mountain~~"

Dongdongdong.

The crazy middle-aged man in the first dream changed dramatically in the second dream. Not only did his body grow to more than three meters, but there were also a lot of traces of demons on his body, and he held a flag.

The real Xiao Zuanfeng, his Taoism has reached about a thousand years.

Xiao Zuanfeng leaned over to the village, sniffing the smell of strangers, with a few pieces of meat at the corners of his mouth, and his greedy expression was beyond words.

"The king asked me to come..."