I can't be a demon

The demonization from the temple monks turned out to be vulnerable.

The arm was in pieces, and the resentment dissipated when it came into contact with Shen Lian, and then poured into the latter's mouth and nose like a swallow returning to its nest.

The possession of a temple monk is not even as good as the comings and goings of a pure immortal species.

Yuan Qing was so confused that he paid the price of never being reincarnated and gave up the opportunity to be promoted to the inner sect of the Plague Department. The result was that he had come to an end.

Little did he know that resentment was just a snack for Shen Lian.

no!

Yuan Qing gritted his teeth ferociously.

I deserve to die, but my junior sister is innocent.

She became a Buddhist because of my influence. At least she must wait until Junior Sister Yumei wakes up and protect her from leaving the Taoist temple! !

The fairy completely lost control, his ribs opened suddenly, and his intestines and stomach burst out.

Even if I become a Nuo Immortal, I will still rescue my junior sister! ! !

Shen Lian disappeared again and grabbed the plague pill in Yuan Qing's body.

[Identification completed, Ksitigarbha Yama experience +0.89%]

The plague pill was crushed.

The transformation of Nuo into immortality came to an abrupt end.

Yuan Qing collapsed to the ground helplessly, and said with pleading eyes: "Senior Brother Tianwen, can you let Junior Sister Yumei go for once? I guarantee that she will not be your enemy..."

"You promise?"

"I guarantee that she will survive in the outside world for the rest of her life."

Yuan Qing looked hopeful, and then heard the sound of breaking through the sky.

Shen Lian flicked his arm, and the martial arts plague pill penetrated the wall of the weapon refining shop, and the flesh and blood palace exploded in mourning.

"Sorry, I'm really not familiar with you."

"Heavenly Plague!"

Yuan Qing let out a gurgling murmur, and his vitality dissipated visibly.

"You have to die too, it's just a matter of sooner or later. No one can offend Xiaoleiyin Temple and escape unscathed. You will die worse than us!!"

"Noisy."

Shen Lian frowned slightly and looked at a shop in the distance.

There was a demon with profound knowledge gestating inside, and strong resentment filled the air, and the walls on the ground were covered with mycelium.

"Have Bao returned to Xiaoleiyin Temple?"

"That's right. If the means he arranged can't get rid of me, I will have to take some risks by staying in the Plague Department. I should prepare to plan the Salt Mountain."

Shen Lian sneered, the bald donkey of Xiaoleiyin Temple was really insidious and cunning.

"Hahaha."

Yuan Qing laughed weakly, pointed at Shen Lian and shook his head.

"The temple monk is a demon created by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and the God of Plague. He is almost immortal. What I worship is only his heir."

"Tianwen, you can't escape with your strength!"

"oh?"

Shen Lian didn't even look at Yuan Qing. His body swelled to more than twenty meters, and the true realm of martial arts invisibly enveloped the entire market.

The germs spread everywhere and then began to take root and sprout.

Twisted blood vessels and meridians-like roots grow wantonly, and the vision is like a dream, which makes people yearn for and fear at the same time.

Yuan Qing's mouth opened slightly.

It turned out that Tianwen never showed his strength from the beginning to the end.

He tried to find some solace, "You can't stop the decline of the Plague Department. Worshiping the monks in the temple is our way forward."

Shen Lian stomped Yuan Qing to pieces and took the initiative to attack the temple monk.

"It has nothing to do with me. Isn't Daozi just pretending to be cool and getting resources?"

Chapter 314 Sixth level profession [True as Tan Chan] (two-in-one)

"Why."

Elder Qiuyang couldn't hide his helplessness when he saw Yuan Qing and the others dead.

He knew that the two of them were just victims of the plague god uniting with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and similar situations would definitely continue to happen in the future.

Elder Qiuyang looked around and could see many disciples dodge their eyes.

Obviously, they have also been in contact with Bora privately.

Qiu Yangchang was unable to express any words of blame, and the disciples who could place their hopes on Xiaoleiyin Temple were already on the verge of losing control of their immortality.

"There are dozens of people in Night Khan Taoist Temple. Looking at the outer sect, there are probably tens of thousands of disciples who are wavering in their stance."

Elder Qiuyang stared at Shen Lian's back.

With the plague department facing internal and external troubles, can Daozi really turn the tide?

"Speaking of which, is Taozi born with a special constitution or a transcendent understanding? Why does the Taoism of the Wenbu show... unusual?"

Elder Qiuyang felt that Shen Lian's practice was messy, but after all, the latter was a Taoist and had his own reasons.

Boom, boom, boom.

Shen Lian ignored the thoughts of others and walked towards the center of resentment.

His terrifying Qi and blood were exposed, and the true realm of martial arts that enveloped the market was extremely suffocating, as if it was indescribable that made it difficult for people to look directly at him.

It is clear that a demon is about to be born, but Shen Lian is obviously more like a demon!

The magic circle engraved by Bora enveloped the meteorite, and one could see the resentment inside was overflowing, turning the shop in the center into a flesh-and-blood structure.

Shen Lian stepped hard on the shop, and the magic circle made an overwhelming sound.

After more than ten kicks in a row, the magic circle was shattered.

It was pitch dark inside the shop, with burnt black marks on the floor and walls, and resentment pouring out from the cracks in the door like smoke.

Shen Lian's expression was solemn, the so-called temple monk was by no means simple.

He punched out without hesitation, and the huge giant's body suddenly exerted force, carrying the addiction germs, and the meteorite was suddenly riddled with holes.

The shop collapsed into ruins in the blink of an eye, and the resentment became more intense.

Shen Lian therefore noticed that the source of resentment turned out to be a dim bonfire.

The pale white flames crackled, accompanied by creepy wails, as if countless dead souls were burning in the bonfire.

As soon as the ruins came into contact with the bonfire, they turned into ashes.

Shen Lian discovered that the firewood burning in the bonfire was actually Buddha's fingers, and the resentment it emitted was extremely corrosive, and the flesh and bones sizzled.

At the same time, the sandalwood of the Buddha's fingers had inexplicable disadvantages.

Shen Lian retreated again and again, and gradually developed a reverence for the Buddha's fingers, just like the baptism of the Buddha's light for the first time, and his consciousness was almost converted.

The plague pill became extremely active, but the seventh consciousness was constantly warning.

Shen Lian relied on the lotus platform to barely suppress the influence of the sandalwood, and his soul also shrank by two or three tenths due to resistance to erosion.

"Something is wrong."

"Why do I feel that Baolai's arrangement is not mainly aimed at me?"

He punched repeatedly, and the strong wind almost broke the meteorite into pieces, but it could not shake the small bonfire at all, but instead fueled the fire.

The resentment gathered above the store, forming a light piece.

"Amitabha."

After hearing the woman's murmur in the bonfire, Shen Lian retreated a hundred meters away as soon as possible.

Then, a few women's heads appeared and disappeared in the resentment. Their expressions were quiet and dignified, and they formed a strange lotus platform.

The ghost domain enveloped the market, and the martial arts realm was compressed to 100 meters.

Bang.

Shen Lian took advantage of the fact that the temple monk had just formed and punched him with a big step.

[Identification failed, Ksitigarbha Yama experience +0.45%]

"Not only ten thousand years of practice, the temple monk's true body practice is about fifteen thousand years!"

The temple monk suddenly let out a deafening wail, attracting the attention of the plague monks.

The taboo was activated invisibly.

Shen Lian groaned, and the temple monk's beautiful face with no dead angles smiled, and the monks showed obsession.