I can't be a demon

Xiao Zhuanfeng turned around and saw that Shen Lian had arrived beside him at some point.

"You smell so good, I want to taste you."

Whoosh.

The bone-white spine was smashed hard, and Xiao Zuanfeng's head was torn apart.

The alchemists in the dark were horrified, watching helplessly as Shen Lian's mouth used suction, and then the headless body disappeared.

Shen Lian became even more sleepy, and when he retracted his bones and spine, he threw his head back and fell down.

When I came back to my senses, I was already in a third-level dream.

The three-story dreamland was extremely noisy, and Panchang Mountain climbed hundreds of meters higher.

Dozens of demons with more than 500 years of spiritual practice were busy in the village, drying the flesh and blood taken from an unknown monk.

Human hair was made into robes, skin and flesh were spread on the walls, and the smell of blood was extremely pungent.

You can vaguely see demons dressed as hunters hunting alchemists all over the mountains and plains. Even though they are not as strong as the alchemists, they are better than the alchemists with unscrupulousness.

As soon as Shen Lian showed up, all the demons started talking.

"Another human-goat!"

"So strong."

"Hand over four kilograms of leg meat and peel off two pieces of human skin, otherwise we will inform Mr. Xiao Zuanfeng and send you to the fourth-floor cave."

Shen Lian showed murderous intent, and all the demons laughed.

"We can't be killed. One less person will fall into the fourth floor of the cave."

"Give me your flesh and blood, and I will let you live in the mountains."

Whoosh.

The bones of the spine flashed past, and Shen Lian took away the body and continued deeper into the cave.

Chapter 252 It’s been a long time since I fought with all my strength

Panchang Mountain is made up of intertwined dreams, layer upon layer.

The deeper you go, the more monsters are entrenched in the dream. At the same time, time flows dozens or hundreds of times faster than the outside world.

The sixth floor of Dreamland.

You can hear the sound of rain falling, and the blood-colored water curtain covers the top of the mountain.

Monsters that have been traveling for two or three thousand years are walking in the mountains, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of bones and skeletons, which makes people's scalp numb.

perhaps.

The Panchang Mountain deep in the dreamland is consistent with the Shituoling Mountain in the original work.

Skeletons are like mountains, and bones are like forests. Human hair was turned into felt pieces, human skin and flesh were rotted into mud, human tendons were wrapped around trees, and they were burnt and shiny like silver. It was really a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood...

There are also hundreds of alchemists hiding on the sixth floor of the dreamland.

"Hoo ho ho."

Ao Xiangzi's chest rose and fell violently, and there was a strong ferocity in her eyes.

She quietly hid in an abandoned village halfway up the mountain, transformed into a deformed pocket-sized dragon, and lay motionless in the gap between the wall bricks.

Suddenly, there was a slight noise from the woodshed not far away.

"Blood food..."

Ao Xiangzi licked her lips and watched a dozen thousand-year-old demons coming to the village.

Bang.

The alchemist in the woodshed was forced to reveal his true form, but he was still entangled by a group of demons, and the smell of blood in the air became more intense.

It didn't take long for the alchemist to fall into a disadvantage.

The demon had no intention of killing him, but just dug out his internal organs, and then stuffed the alchemist back into the narrow woodshed.

Ao Xiangzi quickly moved closer to the woodshed, looking around from time to time.

Bang.

She knocked open the door.

The alchemist was severely injured, but he has begun to recover from his injuries with the help of big medicine. Each of the disciples in the cave has a physique comparable to that of a demon.

"Don't kill me! I know where my fellow disciples are hiding, don't kill me!!!"

The alchemist's first reaction when he saw Ao Xiangzi was fear. He knelt down and begged for mercy in exchange for his life, but he heard bursts of sneers.

Ao Xiangzi opened his mouth and spat out the poisonous insects, ending the life of the alchemist without hesitation.

She sneered and put away the body, heading to the northwest corner of the village. An elephant-headed monster lying on the mountain came into view.

The elephant-headed monster was Li Lie. He took the corpse and stuffed it into his mouth.

It can be seen that Li Lie has lost most of his spiritual intelligence. He is instinctively devouring flesh and blood, and his own magic power is gradually turning into demonic energy.

If the alchemist wants to escape from Shituoling, he can only rely on the descendants of Huangyao Laoxiang.

There are three heirs on the sixth floor of the dreamland, and their situations are all similar. Various forces fight overtly and covertly to support and demonize them.

Because the number of alchemists was limited, the situation evolved into an unreserved killing of each other.

In Shituoling.

It is often the dangers of fellow believers, not monsters.

They fall into the hands of demons, but their flesh and blood and organs are harvested over and over again by the demons, which is equivalent to leeks grown in the fields.

If you fall into the hands of your colleagues, you will definitely die.

Even if all means are used, no one dares to be sure that after the children are completely demonized, the remaining wisdom will lead them away.

The atmosphere of despair spread in Panchang Mountain, driving them into madness.

Rumble.

There was a tremor at the bottom of Panchang Mountain.

Although the vibrations are fleeting, the frequency is obviously increasing.

Ao Xiangzi's expression became more solemn, her eyes were bloodshot, and she kept repeating the words that she could not die in Shituoling.

"There's not enough time."

"The old yellow-tusked elephant's dream is about to undergo drastic changes. I don't know whether it will be good or bad, but we are bound to escape death. There is not enough time!!"

Ao Xiangzi collapsed and covered her head. She never thought that the replacement of Emperor Tang would have such a result.

You must know that the emperors of the Tang Dynasty in Shituoling have been changing for hundreds of years, and there has never been a similar situation. The caves have long been accustomed to fetch the scriptures from Shituoling every forty years.

"Li Huan must know something, so he chose not to go to Shituoling."

The riot of the yellow-tusked old elephant was too sudden, without any warning at all. The dreamland of Panchang Mountain created by the terror and resentment was like a ghostland specially created to deal with powerful enemies.

"It must be..."

Ao Xiangzi regretted it very much. In fact, he had realized from Shen Lian's performance that Lion Camel Ridge might be far more dangerous than it appeared.

However, the temptation of the true scripture was too great to resist.

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

Ao Xiangzi heard Xiao Zuanfeng's call for patrolling the mountain and quickly restrained his breath.

Heavy footsteps came from far to near, and all the Taoists held their breath, fearing that they would be noticed by Xiao Zuanfeng and expelled to the seventh level of the dream.

Ao Xiangzi looked at the entrance of the village from afar, and there was a nearly 30-meter-long giant approaching slowly.

As Xiao Zuanfeng walked along the road, the extremely strong demonic aura rushed towards him. No demon dared to block the way for four thousand years of Taoism.

There was a patrolling Xiao Zuanfeng on each level of Panchang Mountain.

It is hard to imagine that in the depths of the dream where the old yellow-toothed elephant is, Xiao Zuanfeng would have been seven or eight thousand years of Taoism.

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

Xiao Zuanfeng's call echoed in the mountains, which invisibly made the Taoists sleepier.

Ao Xiangzi tried her best to stay awake. There seemed to be a voice in her heart whispering that she should stop resisting and that death was the only relief.

In a trance, she vaguely saw a figure in the village.

The figure was obviously not a demon. He walked recklessly between the buildings without any intention of concealing his breath, causing the demons to become restless.

"Li Huan!!!"

Ao Xiangzi suddenly came back to his senses, and his expression showed the hope of survival.

Li Huan was covered in blood, with a strong demonic aura scattered around. His injuries were not serious, and the blood stains seemed to come from demons.

"I don't care if Li Huan is a living immortal or Buddha in disguise."

"Hehe, I only know that his blood is very rich and pure, and it is the best food to feed those princes and princesses."