I can't be a demon

The suppression of Taoism is especially obvious among demons.

Zhu Yihong listened to the whole process of the nine-eared demon torturing the scapegoat. Fear could no longer describe his state of mind at this moment, only the despair that penetrated his bones.

"Miss Gao."

The scapegoat muttered to himself, his flesh and bones fell apart, split into countless pieces and exploded, trying to use the golden cicada to escape.

"roar!!!"

After the gruesome chewing, only the nine-eared demon's low growl of dissatisfaction was left.

Zhu Yihong could no longer detect the scapegoat's aura.

She realized belatedly that after eating the scapegoat, the nine-eared demon seemed to be only one step away from being a two-thousand-year-old demon...

Zhu Yihong looked around and saw that the prison was still sealed.

She had a delusion.

The Nine-Eared Demon seems to be waiting for something. To be precise, the Nine-Eared Demon... thinks that the opportunity to be promoted to two thousand years is coming soon?

Chapter 42 Promotion [Nine Qi Earthly Disgust]

When Haishi arrived on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, the resentment in the yamen subsided, and then gathered into the prison at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It seems that the source has been controlled by Jin Wuwei.

"That's good. Return home safely."

Bai Haibo looked at the prison from a distance and couldn't help but sigh. Although he had never seen his deceased wife who had turned into a demon, at least his life was safe.

The three warriors stationed with him were chatting and laughing.

When the time comes, it also means that the soul summoning case is completely over.

"Miss Gao!"

Bai Haibo was in a trance, and when he heard the singing coming from the prison, his blood surged up, and then a figure appeared in the darkness not far away.

He wiped his eyes in disbelief, "Juan...Juan'er, is that you?"

The figure was approaching step by step. It was Bai Haibo's deceased wife who haunted his dreams. He couldn't help but take a few steps forward, wanting to take a closer look.

ha.

The figure opened its mouth, with blood dripping from its sharp teeth.

"demon!!!"

Bai Haibo followed the yamen's instructions and kept his tears, and his response was quite timely.

The ghost showed greed on its face and rushed towards Bai Haibo on both hands and feet, its sharp claws directly scratching the skin protected by strength.

Bai Haibo noticed the resentment entering his body and knew that he was no match for the demon. He turned around and ran away. Another warrior stationed there was torn in half on the spot.

Twenty or thirty ghosts suddenly appeared, and the entire Yamen fell into civil strife.

The government officials were unable to deal with the demons at all. There were not many spiritual talismans left in the past few days, so they could only use the pure Yang energy to entangle the ghosts.

There are headless warriors everywhere, and the number of casualties is increasing.

The main door and side doors were sealed, and the living people... were just fish and meat on the chopping board.

"No more."

Bai Haibo was covered in blood, his organs were damaged by the erosion of resentment, and his strength had been exhausted to resist the resentment. He was dead.

He was unconscious and instinctively avoided being chased by ghosts.

At this time.

"Go to the stables, it's safe there!!"

Bai Haibo faintly heard that someone was calling them to the carriage stables, and he immediately changed direction without thinking, regardless of whether it made sense or not.

He stumbled to his destination, where seventy or eighty people were already hiding in the corner.

The surroundings are densely packed with ghosts.

The ghosts were no longer interested in them, and they were frantically attacking the talisman that sealed the carriage and stables. It seemed that there was a temptation far beyond the ordinary.

"Hong Captou, what on earth is..."

Bai Haibo was just about to ask Hong An, but the door to the carriage stable had been breached.

The wind was howling, straw was scattered all over the floor, a black wooden coffin was placed in the corner, and the loud thumping of heartbeats kept coming.

The ghost couldn't restrain its appetite and pounced on the black wooden coffin with bared teeth and claws.

Everyone wanted to quit, but the government servant who had seen the strength of the black coffin man remained unmoved.

Bang.

The cover is lifted.

The terrifying blood is like substance.

Shen Lian opened his eyes and climbed out of the black wooden coffin with his two-meter-five-meter figure. Just standing in the middle of the courtyard was suffocating from the pressure he felt.

"Just right."

Shen Lian waved his right hand, and the exposed strength turned into flames.

A large amount of heat emitted from the pores, and mist filled the courtyard. The moment the force came into contact with the mist, a blue sea of ​​smoke and dust formed.

[Unknown pile method (tidal inflammation)]

The pupils of the warriors present shrank, and they heard hysterical screams coming from the ghost.

Bang.

Shen Lian smashed his fist, and the ghost's head was directly inserted into the chest, and its limbs were twisted into twists. He threw it directly into the coffin.

He stepped on the cover with his right foot and crushed the other ghost's head with his palm.

"The newly synthesized pile method is indeed very powerful, but why does it feel like the power is like gasoline, the state is like water, and it ignites at a moment's notice?"

Shen Lian kicked off the coffin cover and threw it into it.

His movements were even more unscrupulous. For any ghost, a few punches would definitely break muscles and bones. The scene was completely one-sided.

All the warriors fell into confusion.

According to their understanding, even if the black coffin man is not a demon, he should still be an alchemist. Why do they feel that... his methods are closer to those of a warrior?

How can the strength suppress the demon? Impossible, they must be blind.

"Come on, come on!!!"

After Shen Lian adapted to the new strength, he opened and closed more and more, and usually with just a few punches, the ghost's body would be torn apart.

However, if you don't use the subtle eyesight, even if you want to kill inferior ghosts, you will have to use energy and blood to exhaust the ghosts' resentment.

The greed in the ghost's eyes receded, and a dozen ghosts were stuffed into the black wooden coffin. The cover shook continuously, and the screams were terrifying.

"hiss……"

For the first time, the warriors saw the scene of a ghost holding its head and running around like a mouse.

Shen Lian stood there, letting the ghosts rush out of the stables, and casually grabbed the head of a ghost that got out of the black wooden coffin.

Bang.

[Identification completed, Nine-eared Chaofeng experience +0.29%]

The other ghosts did not dare to move, and watched the resentment flow into Shen Lian's mouth and nose.

"Let you run forty meters..."

Shen Lian lowered his bamboo hat.

Boom.

As Shen Lian took a step, he disappeared instantly, with bronze scales covering his upper body, and his eyes showing demonic vertical pupils.

[Unknown horizontal training (copper body)]

He stepped to the gate of the courtyard, and the warriors faced the burning blood at close range.

The two ghosts were twisted into a ball, and the arms covered with blue veins hit the ground, forcing the ghosts hiding in the soil out.

Whoosh.

Then Shen Lian used his arm as a whip and swung it out, and the ghost fire force released penetrated the ghosts.

The courtyard was in ruins, with a sunken pit more than half a meter deep, and the grass and trees were uprooted and flying in the air, but there was not a single ghost left.

Shen Lian stuffed all the ghosts into the black wooden coffin.

"I almost exhausted my strength in a moment of excitement. My martial arts skills are still not good enough now. I must advance to the fifth level of innate as soon as possible."

Shen Lian carried the black wooden coffin, ignored the onlookers, and disappeared into the night.

He came to the remote alley outside the government office, stared at the black wooden coffin with burning eyes, and then enveloped his body with strength, ready to get into it.

Suddenly, the occupation panel showed a prompt.