I can't be a demon

Shen Lian was as if facing a formidable enemy, his martial arts golden body flickered.

Although his strength was severely limited in the deep ghost market, as long as his wisdom eye ability was not affected, the ten thousand year old ghosts would have the strength to fight.

The old monk's face was pressed against the peach, and his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

He grabbed a branch, skillfully cut off the top with his fingernails, and then grafted it to the peach where Shen Lian was, so that the nutrients provided increased dramatically.

Then he moved the corpse to the roots of the peach tree.

"Huh?"

Shen Lian had a strange expression, and suddenly the fruit core Taoist temple was filled with a faint corpse gas. Yes, it was the same corpse gas as the ginseng fruit tree in Wuzhuang Temple.

The corpse gas drilled into the mouth and nose, nourishing the flesh, blood and bones.

Shen Lian activated the immortal mysterious skill, and the corpse gas continued to flow into his body.

"It's definitely not a coincidence. The two innate spiritual roots have similar experiences. They may have become the fourth corpse killed by a certain immortal."

"Queen Mother, or the Jade Emperor?"

Shen Lian did not hesitate to continue to use his wisdom eye to squeeze the peaches.

[Ksitigarbha Yama reaches 70.01%, martial arts points +20]

"Strange, I have been planting peaches for many years, but this is the first time I have encountered insufficient nutrients. No, no, no, it is definitely a sign that the upper-middle-grade peaches are about to be born, absolutely!!"

The roar of incompetence and fury echoed outside the Fruit Core Dojo. The old monk tried his best to get close to check the Fruit Core Dojo, but he could not find the reason for the decline of the peaches.

He grafted the peaches with branches one by one. He dug the soil at the bottom of the tree with great effort and piled all the corpses between the squirming roots.

The corpse gas in the Fruit Core Dojo became more and more dense.

Shen Lian's efficiency in tempering his body became more and more intense. If it weren't for his life span being consumed too quickly, he would have felt that the deep ghost market was still a blessed land.

He stopped his appraisal when the corpse qi was so thick that it obscured his vision.

In this way, the old monk couldn't see the fruit core dojo clearly. He just kept repeating his muttering and checked the peaches every now and then.

Shen Lian was happy to see that corpse qi could help to increase qi and blood, and in disguise it could also promote cultivation. He then immersed himself in the circulation of the Zhoutian cycle.

As the night fell in the ghost market, the corpse qi in the fruit core dojo began to surge.

Shen Lian opened his eyes and got goose bumps all over his body. The moonlight outside the window sprinkled into the dojo and happened to shine on the statues of the Three Pure Ones.

He turned his back to the statues of the Three Pure Ones and saw the shadows on the ground lengthening.

The Three Pure Ones simultaneously revealed inhuman features.

Yuanshi Tianzun's neck stretched out, Lingbao Tianzun stretched out countless arms, Daode Tianzun's ribs opened, and his internal organs were singing...

Shen Lian's martial arts golden body was like carrying a stubborn stone, which made him breathless.

Crack, crack, crack.

His spine was overwhelmed, as if a huge force was pulling his neck, his ribs were slightly numb, and his internal organs were ready to move.

When the bone blade was about to be unsheathed, Shen Lian turned around and looked directly at the statue of Sanqing.

The statue of Sanqing was still calm, and the strangeness that had arisen before seemed to be just an illusion, but there was a smile at the corner of its mouth.

"Too weird, the statue of Sanqing is just an illusion, but it actually carries such a taboo."

No wonder there are no temples of Sanqing in the mortal world.

At this moment.

Bang.

The window opened, and the huge pupil squeezed into the fruit core dojo.

The old monk gnashed his teeth, his mind on the edge of madness, "Little kid, I've seen that you are very intelligent, and your wisdom from your previous life is reserved. It's you who has been causing trouble!!"

"If you can't stay in the Peach Palace peacefully, I'll make you die!"

"Little kid, do you understand?!"

Shen Lian ignored the old monk, sat cross-legged on the futon and looked directly at the statues of the Three Pure Ones, so as not to accidentally set off again.

In just a few breaths, his body had been seriously injured.

After repeating it several times, the old monk left the peach tree embarrassedly, "Little kid is very fierce, he is a material for top-grade peaches."

"Hehehe."

"When the Plague Fairy comes, the little kid will have to submit no matter how fierce his temper is."

The other villains cast a respectful look.

Shen Lian took out the Wanhu token thoughtfully, sensing the Jinwu Guards in the shallow ghost market, and using them to distinguish the difference in the speed of time.

"It's been more than half a day since the eleventh ghost market, and it seems that it has only been a few moments since I appeared in the world. There must be enough time for me."

"Plague Immortal? I want to see what you are up to."

Shen Lian opened his mouth and swallowed, and the corpse gas that seemed to be real rushed into his stomach and intestines. Then, the opportunity for the six transformations of Heng Lian appeared after a long time.

He had previously retreated in the underground dark river and synthesized several Heng Lian martial arts.

I always felt that I was only half a step away from being reborn.

Unexpectedly, the only difference was an environment with abundant corpse gas.

Chapter 291 Plague Department Immortal Method

Shen Lian did not expect that the six transformations of Heng Lian would come so naturally. He could feel that the immortal mysterious art was baptizing his flesh and bones.

Since the dragon body was stripped off, the rebirth of Heng Lian was simply the sublimation of the flesh.

Perhaps there will be no obvious change in appearance, but Shen Lian's body size will definitely increase dramatically. With the continuous sublimation of Heng Lian, it is very likely that in the future, it will be like the law of heaven and earth in Journey to the West.

A vortex rose in the fruit pit, and corpse qi poured into Shen Lian's body.

The old monk looked at the peaches and smelled a faint medicinal fragrance. He thought that Shen Lian was sensible and no longer affected the growth of the peaches.

"Hehehe, it won't be long before we can harvest a top-quality peach."

He was about to turn around and return to the temple, but he suddenly noticed something wrong. Some branches and leaves of the peach tree were stained with a little yellow.

"No!!!"

The old monk's face was solemn, and more than a dozen pairs of arms dug up the surrounding soil.

The corpses that were previously buried underground are now only piles of bones. The peach tree is madly absorbing nutrients, but it still cannot maintain balance.

"Little kid, you probably want me to die."

"How can I die? I want to exchange you and the Plague Fairy for an opportunity."

The old monk's facial features were distorted, and then he threw the corpses into the pit next to the peach tree, finally stopping the trend of withering branches and leaves.

The price is that the fertilizer needs to be more than ten times the original.

Seven days later.

The old monk's hair was disheveled, and the organs that were replaced before were aging a little bit. His mood became anxious and more neurotic.

There was nothing in the courtyard, and the corpses were used for fertilizer.

What was the result?

The damn peach hardly grew at all, like a bottomless pit swallowing all nutrients, which made the old monk doubt his life for a while.

Finally, the old monk even threw his hands and feet into the deep pit.

He stood in front of the temple gate, looking towards the deep mountains and old forests, like a gambler who had lost all his money, as if waiting for the plague fairy to come.

I don't know how long it has been.

There was a light from far away in the sky, and dark clouds rushed towards the temple.

Seeing this, the old monk exhaled a breath of relief, lifted the hair behind his head and swept it across the peach tree, and the greed in his eyes could not be suppressed.

Then.

An ugly Taoist jumped down from the clouds.

Shen Lian's six transformations of horizontal training were coming to an end, but it did not prevent him from paying attention to the outside world. He immediately noticed the strange appearance of the visitor.

The appearance characteristics were very consistent with the plague monk mentioned by Zuo Yan.

Long cinnabar hair, wearing a lotus crown on his head, a face as green and gray as a copper coin, a huge mouth with fangs, and narrow arms hanging directly to the ground.

"The aura of the soul is different. It's not the cultivator who tested Yanliang Town before."

"Is the realm the seventh realm of Daoying?"

"Is it impossible?"

Shen Lian frowned slightly. The cultivator of the Plague Department was one realm behind him, but the threat he brought was greater than that of the ten thousand year old demon.

It's not that he is powerful, but...very dangerous.

The old monk greeted the cultivator of the Plague Department attentively. Even though the ten thousand year old demon should be able to easily control the seventh realm of Daoying, "I am here, respectfully welcoming the immortal of the Plague Department to descend to Taihuang Huang Zengtian."

Shen Lian was surprised. It seemed that the eight tribes of the Ghost City did maintain the rules of the Heavenly Court.