I can't be a demon

The upper realm where the Heavenly Court is located is divided into thirty-six heavens, which are equivalent to layers of the world, and Emperor Huang Zengtian is at the bottom.

The Eight Departments of the Ghost Market brought the theory of the Thirty-Six Heavens to the Cave Mansion, obviously claiming to be the orthodoxy of Heaven.

The old monk lowered his eyebrows and thought, "This is the first time I have seen an immortal in this little land, but I don't know his name."

"The Immortal Ruizhu has ascended to become the Nuo Immortal of the Wenbu tribe and has arrived at the land of immortals. For the next thousands of years, I, Biyun, will govern the Northwest Peach Garden. If you have anything to say about the land, you may as well speak up."

Biyun spoke in a clear female voice, which was in great contrast to her ugly appearance. She closed her mouth and nose while speaking to prevent her breath from escaping.

Shen Lian suspected that the monks from the Plague Department all looked the same. Zuo Yan mentioned that the wind and cold spewed out from the mouths of the Taoist priests, and it was possible that their heads had become virus containers.

No wonder it feels dangerous, it’s like a petri dish for a humanoid self-propelled virus.

"Returning to the Plague Immortal, I have received a batch of blood food from the little land of the Ruizhu Immortal. Recently, the nutrients of the flat peach trees are no longer enough. Can you give me some..."

After the old monk saw the Plague Immortal being replaced, he was obviously hiding Shen Lian's presence. He had a strong resentment all over his body and blocked the entrance and exit of the courtyard.

"How dare you get your hands on the land and the flat peaches that you pay tribute to?"

Biyun grinned, and then hit his forehead hard, causing hot wind to spurt from his mouth and nose.

The old monk's skin was hot, blood flowed from his facial features, and his internal organs were like boiling water. The temperature surged, and his flesh and bones dissolved.

Just as he was about to drive away the disease, iron chains came out of the soil and penetrated his limbs.

The money-redeeming ghost is still the money-redeeming ghost. Even if he has practiced Taoism for more than ten thousand years, even if he has reached the eleventh floor of the ghost market, he still cannot stand up.

"Superior Immortal! Superior Immortal!! Take away your magical powers, Little Earth knows that you are wrong!!"

"Yes...it was the flat peach tree responsible for the small land that grew a high-quality flat peach. I was greedy for a while, so I didn't tell the Plague Immortal."

Biyun snorted coldly and took back the disease attached to the old monk.

Shen Lian could tell that the disease caused by Biyun was heat stroke, that is, heatstroke, and that the plague department's technique did have merit.

Of course, it is also very dangerous. Biyun himself is very careful when performing it.

"Speaking of which, can I integrate the inheritance of the Plague Tribe into the martial arts?"

"They use disease to perform secret techniques. Disease is not a traditional practice method. I feel it has a certain compatibility."

While Shen Lian was thinking, Heng Lian's six transformations ended one after another.

He maintained his normal state, but could notice that the size of Henglian's giant body had grown to at least ten meters, like a small mountain.

"Huh?"

Biyun noticed the flat peach on the top of the tree at a glance.

Even though 90% of the nutrients were absorbed by Shen Lian, the flat peach still benefited a lot. The fruit was already the size of a fist, and the medicinal fragrance could be smelled within ten meters.

Biyun's face was full of enthusiasm, and her body temperature rose inadvertently.

"Land! Take a good look at this fruit for me. I will come and get it after a while."

She licked her lips and murmured with rapid breathing: "Zhengchou doesn't know how to participate in the auction of the Eight Flat Peach Club. If you have a top-grade flat peach, you are eligible to enter and leave the Flat Peach Club."

Shen Lian had heard that there was a special auction in the deep ghost market, and ordinary disciples of the cave might not be eligible.

According to the strict rules of the ghost market, which advocates trading mainly, the flat peach will be a big opportunity.

"Save me, Fairy Plague. The little land will do its best to take care of you."

The old monk was skin and bones. Due to the devastation of heat stroke, all the transplanted organs were necrotic. He lay crawling on the ground like a puddle of mud.

"Land, if you can't do it, there will be many wealth redemption ghosts on the tenth floor of the ghost city who want to ascend. They are vying to become land."

"Little Land knows."

Biyun took out a strange sarcoma-shaped token and pinched it.

Not long after, a carriage drove towards the temple.

There are more than a dozen ten-thousand-year-old ghosts responsible for pulling the cart, which shows that the fake heaven is very wealthy and must have a special method. In addition, it is backed by the ghost market, which has the energy to continuously produce ten-thousand-year ghosts.

The carriage stopped, and ten to twenty thousand corpses were dumped out of the carriage, all from Roshan.

"Thank you, Fairy Plague!!!"

The old monk hurriedly moved the corpse and replaced the limbs and organs.

With the new organs, Tao Xing, who was always collapsing, stabilized, and then he non-stop added fertilizer to the flat peach fruit.

At this moment.

Biyun coughed violently for no apparent reason. Countless blood vessels burst out on the surface of his skin, and incomplete lines loomed between his eyebrows.

puff.

The blood vessels were broken, and a peach tree was built behind it.

Biyun quickly came to the temple and kowtowed to the statue of Sanqing, and then the signs of his body and soul going crazy stopped abruptly.

Shen Lian realized that Biyun had not fully grasped the disease in his body, which caused the disease to backfire.

"I'm afraid there is no normal person in the eight parts of the ghost city."

"but……"

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes. He always felt that the way the monks of the Plague Department controlled diseases was very similar to the scriptures created by the Bodhi Patriarch. Could it be that they used diseases to promote themselves to land gods?

Regardless of whether Datang is involved or not, it is indeed necessary to explore one or two things.

Also, what is the [Nuo Immortal] that Biyun is talking about?

"This fruit not only has the potential to be of high quality, but also has the potential to become a different fruit."

"You will take strict care of the land from now on."

There was a jade bottle in Biyun's palm, which contained a drop of colorful fungi.

"go."

The fungus cluster fell on the peach, and the countless germs contained in it got into the fruit core dojo. Shen Lian cursed a few times when he saw this, but did not expose it rashly, and used the lotus platform to protect his body and soul.

Biyun fled and disappeared, leaving only the old monk with a face filled with resentment.

Shen Lian observed the bacteria closely and found that they were somewhat similar to mayflies.

The word "Tao" that Bodhi Patriarch was about to condense was also in the shape of mayflies, but the bacteria had almost no spirituality, like a poor imitation.

The fruit core Taoist temple became a petri dish, and all kinds of bacteria devoured each other, while changing the medicinal properties of the peaches. It won't be long before only one kind of bacteria will survive.

"In fact, you can try to create a martial art to refine bacteria. It doesn't matter if it's a little bit rough, and then complete it through the Taoist inheritance of the Plague Department later."

Shen Lian has read countless martial arts, and his comprehension has increased continuously. It's totally worth a try.

"Right."

Shen Lian's soul swept through the ghost gourd.

Speaking of diseases, he suddenly remembered the Guanyin willow leaves he had obtained earlier, and the elixir fruit he had nurtured had been thrown into the ghost gourd to make wine.

【Guanyin Willow Leaf】

【Refined by Guanyin Bodhisattva, it can eliminate all diseases in the world after taking it, and the most special diseases in the world will be derived in the body. It is a good spiritual material for refining treasures. 】

The medicinal wine is called 【Big Disease Wine】, and its effect is almost the same as Guanyin Willow Leaf.

【Big Disease Wine】

【Brewed by Ghost Gourd, after taking it, the body will derive special diseases that adapt to itself, and there is a certain probability of backlash. 】

Shen Lian is not worried about the car turning over. The bacteria released by Biyun have not been refined after the day after tomorrow. With the lotus platform sitting in the body and soul, there is no problem.

He drank the big disease wine.

The medicinal power rose in the stomach and intestines, turning into tiny bacteria, flowing through the body with blood vessels.

The bacteria were about to invade the Niwan Palace at the beginning, but the lotus platform flashed and did not cross it.

Shen Lian did not think the bacteria were threatening, so he simply gradually restrained his strength and guided the bacteria in the fruit core dojo to survive the fittest in his body.

The old monk approached the peach tree and looked at Shen Lian in doubt. He had never seen a villain actively swallowing the plague immortal seed.

Chapter 292 Taoist Scripture [Immortal Seed]

The old monk licked his lips.

Normally, the fruit pit villain will gradually be assimilated by the plague immortal seed, and has never turned the tables, which made him shudder.

Thinking carefully about the previous experience, this peach did behave abnormally strangely.

"Incredible, is it really as the plague immortal said, a rare... exotic fruit?"

The so-called exotic fruit refers to the immortal seed of the plague department fused with the medicinal properties, which is definitely the most superior natural treasure for the plague monks to practice.

The old monk approached to check. As the bacteria multiplied, there was an inexplicable Taoist rhyme flowing, and countless bacteria isolated the fruit pit Taoist temple.

His face was intoxicated, and he couldn't help but transplant a large number of pupils on his forehead to observe the fruit pit.

Because of the Plague Fairy, the old monk had given up on the peaches, but as the fragrance of the peaches hit his face, the idea reappeared, and there were voices whispering in his ears.

The voices persuaded him to eat the exotic fruit, and he would be able to ascend to heaven.

"No!"