I can't be a demon

"What time...cough cough cough."

The wet monk coughed violently, and then he covered his chest belatedly, only to see purple spots spreading on his exposed skin.

His eyes widened in disbelief, resentment raging in his internal organs.

The ghost mother's arm on her shoulders had poured a lot of resentment into his body, and the ghost father had shielded Shi Monk's spirit, causing the latter to realize that his resentment had penetrated deep into his bones.

"Senior brother..."

"Stop calling me senior brother, I have never had a demonic brother."

Shen Lian stood up, patted the dust and added: "You must not suppress it in a hurry. The demonization will be uncontrollable."

The wet monk spat out a mouthful of blood full of insect eggs.

Poof.

The fly's wings emerge from its back, and the insect's physical characteristics begin to lose control.

Only then did Shi Monk realize that he was exposed from beginning to end. Then he stretched out his hand and touched the center of his eyebrows, and his soul released endless Buddha light.

The Buddha's light suppressed the demonization, and the flesh and blood between the eyebrows squirmed.

The ghost father still maintains the ghost realm to prevent the wet monks from noticing them, and also to shield the outside world from prying eyes on the old alchemy cauldron room.

"Amitabha, it seems that you are not the Attentive Master."

"Deserves to be killed."

Shi Monk did not panic too much. After repeatedly confirming that there were no omissions, a little finger grew out between his eyebrows. To be precise, it was a Buddha finger.

The Buddha's finger carries a line of the Middle Vehicle Dharma, and the demonization gradually disappears.

"Huh?"

Shen Lian immediately discovered the strangeness of the Buddha's finger.

Unlike the living Buddha arm held by Zhen Yuanzi, Shi Monk's Buddha finger was rotten and covered with wounds crawling with maggots.

"It's interesting. It seems that Xiaoleiyin Temple's refining of the scriptures was also tricky."

Shen Lian remembered what the red-robed monk had said. A large number of Buddha's body parts were buried at the end of the ghost market, which was probably the purpose of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"call."

The wet monk stood with a smile, his flesh and blood turning into flies inch by inch.

"No matter who you are, don't think that you can do anything to the disciples of Leiyin Temple with just your grievances. Your methods will only add to the laughter."

Flies fly around, each one containing a scripture.

The wet monk clasped his hands together, and the flies gathered behind him to form the phantom of the Buddha, a deformed Buddha with a fly's head.

Within the area shrouded by Buddha's light, filth will continue to breed.

The wet monk has already smelled a faint stench.

The more filthy one is, the more obvious the blessing one receives. Even demons can only be wiped out by the erosion of the Ksitigarbha wet channel.

"You have just set foot in the Seventh Realm, and you can't compete with me in the Eighth Realm..."

Dark sweat oozed from Shen Lian's forehead, and some of his flesh and blood had begun to rot, causing filth to breed and a large number of fly and insect eggs to grow.

I have to admit that the branches of Xiaoleiyin Temple are more difficult than imagined.

The corners of Shen Lian's mouth rose in excitement, and Yuanshen communicated with Ghost Dad to tell them not to interfere.

Shi Monk noticed Shen Lian's actions and understood that there was someone else in the old alchemy cauldron room. Yuanshen got into the Buddha's finger between his brows and quickly checked the area.

Bang bang bang.

Before he could react, hot blood rushed to his face.

Shen Lian expanded to ten meters in the blink of an eye. While compressing his height, he released the strength of his physical body. Each muscle was compressed until it was pitch black.

The skeleton was filled up and expanded horizontally by more than four meters. Even the white bone spine was covered with a layer of muscle, and the protruding teeth shone with a cold light.

The impact of perspective brought by Shen Lian is unparalleled.

"What kind of monster are you?!!"

Even though the Shi Monk had expected it, he was still frightened. According to Shen Lian's magical powers when he participated in the Nuo Immortal Mission, they always thought it was a disease similar to the [Giant] Immortal Seed.

Who would have thought that this guy's true form is so inhuman! !

Gao Qiu was even more sluggish.

He could accept that Shen Lian was an unprecedented Taoist disciple in the Plague Department, he could also accept that Shen Lian became a Nuo Immortal because his immortality was out of control, and he could even accept that Shen Lian was an indescribable monster.

But Gao Qiu really couldn't accept it. Shen Lian showed an extreme physical body that was completely inconsistent with his cognition.

Moreover, such a terrifying form is not the upper limit of Shen Lian.

boom.

Shen Lian resisted the swarms of flies and rushed towards the wet monk. His ribs were filled with flesh and blood, arms sprouted out one by one, and four heads were scattered in all directions.

"Monster? Take a good look with your dog eyes!"

"How in the hell am I not like a monk from the Ministry of Plague?!"

Shen Lian's back was bulging, and the smoke-like addiction germs scattered from his pores. The Plague Immortal Golden Body that had been integrated into the martial arts golden body came into play.

He used his finger as a spear and stabbed hard, causing the germs to burst out.

The wet monk missed it in embarrassment, his skin was red and swollen in large areas, his body was losing water wildly, and his physical condition was waxing and waning.

Shen Lian's Qi and blood became more and more intense, and Shi Monk suffered terribly from the disease.

Gao Qiu was stunned when he saw this.

In his arms was a magical weapon that he had refined not long ago. After being warmed and nourished, he could use it like an arm.

The Taoist Elder has mentioned more than once that the plague department is good at magical weapons and magic weapons, and only immortal species can work better when combined with foreign objects.

Boom!

The wet monk moved around with the help of flies, and Shen Lian's unreasonable fists were violent.

Whenever he passes by, the wet monk will bleed from all his orifices, and no matter how many flies he is, it will be difficult to shake his body, which is like a hundred-refined diamond.

Gao Qiu murmured: "Did I... fix it wrong?"

"Is this what plague cultivators should be like?"

The two fought for more than ten rounds. The wet monk was extremely frustrated because he could not leave the courtyard. The monster in front of him was suffering from the filth and instead roared and screamed.

As for himself, the symptoms of the disease had begun to affect his soul.

Shen Lian laughed loudly, his body expanded to 15 meters, leaned over and punched like playing whack-a-mole, and more than a dozen fists fell indiscriminately.

"If the immortal seeds harm others and do not benefit themselves, what's the point?!!"

"Hehehe."

"The immortal seeds are multiplying in the flesh and bones. The stronger the Vietnam War, the stronger the Vietnam War. The germs are the fuel that ignites the blazing flames!"

Gao Qiu didn't have any fear brought by demons in his heart.

What he should really be afraid of is Senior Brother Tianwen!!!

A person who practices the wrong Plague Department's skills is like a god's help. In the future... Senior Brother Tianwen will definitely subvert the entire Plague Department, no, the entire Eight Departments.

"You can't kill me! When I reincarnate, Xiao Leiyin Temple will not let you go!"

The wet monk was extremely skinny, staggering to control the swarm of flies.

Shen Lian grabbed the Buddha finger between the wet monk's eyebrows and said with a grim smile: "You don't think that I am demonizing because I am afraid of you, a bald monk in the eighth realm, right?"

The wet monk's face changed drastically, and his soul felt severe pain.

"Let me taste your soul, hahahaha!!!"

"If it tastes good, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will have to cook them all!!"

Chapter 311 Inserting Incense on the Forehead

Shen Lian was naturally very interested in the Taoist inheritance of Xiao Leiyin Temple.

Although he has found a way to become a land immortal, it is always right to get rid of the dross and take the essence, which can make the road to becoming an immortal more open.

Shen Lian contacted the wet monk's soul and performed the fishing magic.

[Fishing failed, Rebirth Tanchan experience +0.03%]

Shen Lian was stunned. It was the first time he saw a fishing failure. He guessed that it was because the wet monk's soul was not demonized enough.

Although the wet monk was in great pain, he showed a fanatical smile.

"Ksitigarbha is immortal. We were born from the Burning Fire. Our souls will live forever. We will be reincarnated again under the witness of the Bodhisattva!"

"What is the Burning Fire?" Shen Lian asked curiously.

"It is the great and sacred thing that you mortals cannot touch in your lifetime!!"

The Buddha finger between the wet monk's eyebrows glowed brightly, and his soul was actually destroying itself.