I can't be a demon

Swallowing all the blood food would probably increase his cultivation by thousands of years. It was all thanks to the banyan tree's protection, otherwise the Yanshan area would have long been reduced to hell on earth.

The banyan tree seemed to be able to sense the people's expectations.

Buzz.

The leaves and branches swayed in the wind, and dots of golden light scattered, like countless fireflies dyeing the banyan tree golden.

Unconsciously, the tenth-grade lotus platform wrapped Shen Lian's soul and merged into the banyan tree.

The martial arts realm was attached to the roots that extended for thousands of miles, and the soul seemed to turn into a banyan tree, sensing the body and soul of all warriors within the range.

"The martial arts of the world... I am the ancestor!!"

Shen Lian murmured to himself, and the martial arts golden body jumped out of the lower dantian.

The martial arts golden body had a majestic aura, and taught many warriors imperceptibly, and the golden light fell on the eyebrows of each warrior.

They were half asleep and half awake, and their understanding of martial arts advanced by leaps and bounds.

Some people have used the Golden Body Visualization Atlas to innovate and create unique martial arts schools. Martial arts are like banyan trees, which have grown for thousands of years in the blink of an eye.

As the source of martial arts, Shen Lian can clearly feel the branches.

Just the Zhulang Posture has derived more than a dozen martial arts schools, including the gentle [Water Mirror Posture] and the continuous [Tide Posture]...

It must be said that even martial arts that are only understood by mortals have their own unique features. Shen Lian reads them eagerly.

The Golden Body of Martial Arts points to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other.

Shen Lian digested his insights, and the Changsheng Posture was immediately improved to a certain extent.

"One rises and all rises, one falls and all fall."

"Martial arts is the inheritance of sparks, and as a martial ancestor, you can get counter-attacks from later generations."

Although individuals are better than nothing, they are enough to accumulate sand into a tower when gathered together, and the circulation of the power is becoming more and more exquisite.

Shen Lian understood that preserving the Tang Dynasty was already a shortcut to his own cultivation.

If the Tang Dynasty was destroyed, although the martial arts would not stagnate, it would be almost impossible for the Changsheng Pillar to climb the nine transformations.

"Therefore, the Tang Dynasty needs to use the Little Leiyin Temple to establish its prestige and tell the forces of the caves that the mortal world should not be underestimated."

Shen Lian's expression was solemn, and the invisible pressure of the Little Leiyin Temple suffocated him.

He was not sure to deal with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva when he was promoted to a land immortal, let alone the Yellow Eyebrow Patriarch. The birth of the Little Leiyin Temple was a great disaster.

"Take it step by step, first step into the land immortal, and improve your profession as much as possible, otherwise you will not even be qualified to face the Little Leiyin Temple."

Shen Lian took back the martial arts golden body, and he could clearly feel that the golden body became solid, and the Dao rhyme patterns on the body seemed to be lifelike.

The realm is still the eighth realm, but the Dao foundation is getting stronger.

Shen Lian opened his eyes, and the Dao rhyme in his pupils had not yet dissipated.

At this time, the sky was dim.

After the disappearance of the martial arts golden body, the people in the Yanshan area gradually woke up. There were sounds of buildings collapsing in various places in the city. It was caused by the inability to control the surging strength for a while.

The people looked at the sky, and the morning sun was extremely dazzling.

They couldn't believe the progress of their own cultivation. Even if they were stupid, at least they could use the martial arts realm to improve a small realm.

"One person's enlightenment will bring success to all the chickens and dogs."

The arrogant laughter of the father came from the lobby next door.

Shen Hansheng has already stepped into the seventh realm of Daoying, and he can be called a strong man in the Tang Dynasty, although he is running around for the pawnshop all day.

Bai Haibo has also reached the Yuandan Perfection, but it is all thanks to his long life span.

In terms of qualifications, Bai Haibo is not as good as Shen Hansheng who has been enlightened by the ghost father.

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows and noticed that the most outstanding person in the Tide Martial Arts Hall is Li Huan. After solving the problem of physical constitution, he can now expect to be a Daoying.

They are not as good as Zuo Yan, who is given special care.

"Hahaha, I, Zuo Yan, have been practicing for three hundred years. Today, I am able to enter the Eight Realms of the Divine Journey thanks to the Immortal Master who has given me immortality!"

"The Great Tang Dynasty is prosperous, and there is one more martial artist in the world!"

Zuo Yan burst into tears, and his extremely strong power soared into the sky.

A lifelike golden body of a giant beast appeared behind him, indicating that he had completely gotten rid of the framework of internal strength and walked out of his own unique path.

Zhu Yihong and the other two also took the opportunity to practice martial arts.

Although the Taoist inheritance of the alchemist can promote him to the immortal on land, they want to practice martial arts with Shen Lian and will not be restricted by the cave.

"Master Zhong Kui, please accept my disciple Zuo Yan's greetings."

The streets and alleys are full of martial artists paying homage to their teachers.

The Taoist inheritance should be kept secret, and the martial arts is directly aimed at becoming an immortal. Shen Lian's behavior is undoubtedly a great favor.

Theoretically, everyone in Yanshan can regard himself as a disciple of Zhong Kui.

Shen Lian smiled without saying anything, watching the thriving scene of Yanliang Town.

He suspected that after thousands of years, martial arts would derive completely different methods of practice, and the forms of martial arts would likely become bizarre.

After all, the Changsheng Pillar is open to all kinds of things.

He integrated the demon inner strength, Taoist inner alchemy, and foreign skills into martial arts.

In the process of martial artists spreading and branching out, it is inevitable that they will feel the source of martial arts. Perhaps the Taoist and Buddhist sects that were submerged in the ancient world will reappear in the future in an alternative way.

Shen Lian couldn't help but imagine the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, but he also knew that the road was full of hardships.

In a world where demons are rampant, the Tang Dynasty, which is dominated by martial arts, is too out of place. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a "pill with spiritual wisdom".

Blood food is still blood food even after becoming an immortal, but it has become more delicious.

"Let's get through the difficulties of Xiao Leiyin Temple first."

The teaching has ended, but Shen Lian is not in a hurry to take back the martial arts realm, but just let the aura of the martial arts realm spread out.

After the immortal seeds were integrated into the martial arts realm, the control power was no longer the same as before.

Shen Lian was calm all night and watched the moon set and the sun rise.

When the sun rose, it was the 15th day of October, which represented the opening of the gates of hell. Tonight was also the first confrontation between the Tang Dynasty and the Little Leiyin Temple.

Shen Lian noticed that the spies of the various cave forces had already arrived in Yanliang Town.

On the one hand, they wanted to find out the truth about Lu Zu Temple, and on the other hand, because it involved Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, they had to pay attention.

The Taoist priests watched secretly, each with different thoughts.

Shen Lian remembered the nickname of the Yanshan area, Lu Zu Temple, and couldn't help laughing: "Hehehe, after tonight, I'm afraid that in the eyes of outsiders, the entire Tang Dynasty belongs to Lu Zu Temple."

"Come on, come on, the rise of the Tang Dynasty is inevitable."

"Kill a group, win over a group, and scare a group to death."

"How can you witness the rise of martial arts without you?"

Shen Lian ignored the small movements of the various forces and continued to close his eyes to maintain the martial arts realm.

………

Outside Yanliang Town.

The old Taoist with a tiger head and a human body went straight into the city gate. Because of the magic weapon to restrain the breath, the people who were constantly passing by did not notice anything unusual.

"Ah."

The old Taoist sighed deeply, and took out a copper coin to tell fortunes in a restless manner.

"Jiaxu month, Renzi day, evil spirits should be avoided, and everything is not auspicious."

"If it weren't for the immortal Huli asking me to come to Lu Zu Temple, why would I wade into the muddy water?"

The old Taoist pretended to be a fortune teller, and he no longer looked abrupt in a few steps. He even pretended to be a warrior with a weak strength.

"Anyone who involves Shen Lian must be accompanied by disasters."

The old Taoist with a tiger head was the [Qingshan Taoist] that Shen Lian knew well.

After the Peach Banquet, the Qingshan and Fushan brothers hurriedly returned to Chechi Kingdom, and did not dare to stay in the deep ghost market for too long.

In fact, they did not gain nothing from the Peach Banquet, but it was completely built on danger, and they were just a little bit away from death.

Qingshan had to admit that he was afraid of Shen Lian from the bottom of his heart.

Perhaps because Shen Lian was a living immortal, his behavior seemed unscrupulous, even when facing the eight tribes of the Ghost Market with deep background.

Qingshan witnessed Shen Lian killing the Plague Tribe monks without hesitation and sneaking into the Peach Festival.

Then he showed his talent and accepted the baptism of Nuoxian, and finally inherited the Taoism of the Plague Tribe.

How dare a normal person be so unrestrained?

Qingshan swallowed his saliva and did not tell Hu Li Daxian after returning to Chechi Kingdom.

The two brothers only mentioned that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was plotting against the Plague Tribe. Hu Li Daxian was eager to confirm it at the time and did not delve into the relevant details.

The subsequent development of the Plague Tribe was beyond Qingshan's expectations.