I can't be a demon

"Once you see the peach tree, whether it is alive or not, you will be parasitized."

The bodies of the two plague soldiers were entangled, and branches and leaves had already emerged from their seven orifices, and peach trees were about to grow.

"Logically speaking, with the extremely terrifying transmission route of the peach tree, no immortal in the heaven can escape, and they will all become Cordyceps sinensis."

The only thing that comforted Shen Lian was that the teleportation tree was not affected by the prison room.

It won't be long before he can move freely.

"Wait."

"It involves the heaven and earth catastrophe. Why should I, a mortal who has not yet become a land immortal, risk my life? I will wait until the outer gate competition is over."

Gao Qiu's soul breath is slightly weak, and he will not be cut off for the time being.

Shen Lian feels that Gao Qiu has been parasitized by the peach seedlings, but the lower the realm, the slower the growth of the seedlings. The latter's seventh realm cultivation can gain an advantage in the tug-of-war.

Next, it depends on who can't hold back. Shen Lian is still invincible.

"I'm just sitting around doing nothing, why not try to cultivate a peach seedling?"

"When I take up my fifth profession in the future, peach seedlings can be used as my foundation, but I have to let the seedlings parasitize in an object that is not easily damaged."

Shen Lian glanced at the middle dantian and looked at the dragon fish robe that had just been promoted to a treasure.

After the dragon fish robe was promoted, he simply refined it. After all, the treasure was too conspicuous and could only be used when in danger.

"To be honest, the dragon fish robe does have some possibilities."

Shen Lian smiled and quietly took out the trembling dragon fish robe. While refining the treasure with his soul, he was thinking about how to deal with it.

………

Supreme Changrongtian.

The small world is close to the end of the ghost market, and the area of ​​​​Supreme Changrongtian is extremely vast.

There is a giant building that is thousands of times larger than an ordinary palace, surrounded by boundless Tao rhyme, just like the old heaven imagined by the world.

The plague monks entering and leaving the door are as small as ants, but each has a high level of cultivation.

They have already experienced the transformation from mortal to immortal.

The three gods of the Plague Department sat in the hall, standing tall compared to the monks.

The faces of the three gods were covered with the aura of Taoism, and only the robes could be seen to be exactly the same as those of the old Plague Department. There was a downpour of fungus mist falling with every breath.

The monks under them could absorb the fungus mist, which was comparable to swallowing a panacea.

The god on the left moved his mouth slightly, "The outer sect competition has begun, in the ruins of the old heavenly prison room where the Mahayana Buddhism was imprisoned."

The voice echoed in the air, and the monks under their feet could not hear it at all.

"Oh."

The right god said in a deep voice: "So let Xiao Leiyin Temple intervene?"

"Mahayana Buddhism is related to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

The central god sighed and said: "It is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away. Xiao Leiyin Temple will not let the Plague Department go. It is a big trouble."

"You can't have your cake and eat it too."

The central god turned to the right, "Do you still think that the heaven and earth catastrophe is man-made?"

The right god did not reply, and the left god interrupted: "Let's see if the outer sect competition can cause some waves."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and a magic mirror appeared in front of him.

The magic mirror revealed two or three hundred outer sect disciples in the ruins of the old heaven.

They were all parasitized by the peach tree. The cultivators who progressed faster had bulges on their backs and were bloated and unable to move.

Just as Shen Lian said, it was like Cordyceps sinensis.

"Tian Shou was originally a headless arhat under Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

"Who is he?"

The left god pointed at Shen Lian, and the other two calculated, but they didn't know the cause and effect.

They were surprised. One thing was certain, this person was not a fruit pit man born and raised in the Plague Department, but came from the outside world.

"Erase him after the outer sect competition is over. Tian Shou can be kept. It's just right to communicate with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva through him."

Shen Lian in the mirror stood up abruptly and looked up at the direction of the three gods.

The other two gods were expressionless.

The pupils of the central god trembled, and he felt that Shen Lian's appearance was very familiar.

I have seen him before, during the world's calamity.

Chapter 321 Mahayana Buddhism [Ksitigarbha]

The central god is named [Zheng Lun], who has survived from the ancient heaven to the present.

Looking at the eight departments of the entire ghost market, there is no god with more experience than Zheng Lun. He is one of the few plague immortals who have experienced the world's calamity.

Plague God Lv Yue had five disciples, Zhou Xin, Li Qi, Zhu Tianlin, Yang Wenyao, and Zheng Lun was the youngest disciple.

Zhou Xin and the other four were named as the Gods of Plague in the ancient heaven, representing the four major plague messengers in the southeast, northwest, and northeast respectively. Only Zheng Lun was not a God, but he was spared because of this.

After the Great Calamity of Heaven and Earth, the four major plague messengers had become giant Nuo immortals.

Zheng Lun took over the Plague Department and selected two Gods of Plague in three hundred years. The relationship between them was more or less a teacher and friend.

The two saw Zheng Lun lost in thought and did not disturb him.

"Have I... been sitting in the position of Plague God for too long and forgotten a lot of things?"

Zheng Lun could not help muttering to himself, his breath became unstable, and endless fungus mist gushed out of his mouth and nose, sweeping across the palace.

No matter how he recalled, he could not remember where the inexplicable sense of familiarity came from.

But one thing is certain, the sense of familiarity should come from the Great Calamity of Heaven and Earth, and he may have seen Shen Lian before and after the disaster.

"Zheng Lun, calm down, otherwise you will become the moral god."

"Zheng Lun?!!"

Zheng Lun did not respond to the two people. He supported the handles of the chair with both hands like a madman and exerted force. The flesh and blood suddenly made a tearing sound, and at the same time, the flesh and blood boiled, and the spine began to be unable to bear the weight.

"Get out!"

He flicked his hand, and the monks of the Plague Department at his feet flew out of the door.

There were mycelium growing rapidly on the ground and walls, and in a moment, mushrooms resembling organs emerged, and the other two gods were horrified.

The muscles of Zheng Lun's feet under his robe were extremely atrophied. After he left the seat tremblingly, his stomach and intestines seemed to move with him.

His face was hideous, and he suspected that Shen Lian might be the reincarnation of a fairy god in the ancient heaven.

"Where does the familiar feeling come from?"

"Is it the Hunyuan Daoguo held by Yuanshi Tianzun?"

Zheng Lun's eyes widened, and he looked through the monks who participated in the Hunyuan Daoguo in his memory, but no one met the inexplicable familiarity.

"The Taiyi Daoguo of Daode Tianzun? Or the [Wusheng Daoguo] of Lingbao Tianzun?"

His feet were trembling, and the state of his body and soul deteriorated after leaving the seat for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out Shen Lian's identity.

Not long after.

The intestines burst out of the body, and a mass of intestines gathered together filled the palace in an instant, and other organs also became restless.

Zheng Lun knew that if he continued to hold on, he would inevitably go astray. He, a righteous god, could no longer leave the throne of the Plague Department.

"Zheng Lun!!"

"Think about the Plague Department. If you lose control, we will all die with you."

At the reminder of the two righteous gods, Zheng Lun sat back in his chair with difficulty, and the strangeness in his body disappeared, and his intestines slowly retracted into his body.

The throne was surrounded by countless Tao rhymes, helping Zheng Lun suppress the immortal seed.

"I'm fine, at least for now."

Zheng Lun looked at Shen Lian in the mirror with deep eyes, and felt that the latter's body and soul were extremely stable, and the immortal seed was integrated.

"Yan Guan, what's his name? Which Taoist temple did he learn from?"

The left god replied: "Tian Wen, he learned from Dao Han Taoist Temple. Well, according to Feng Jing, he was a disciple of... Li Liuru."

"Li Liuru?"

"It should be the remnant of a crazy plague fairy in the old heaven. Now it has disappeared."

The so-called remnant refers to the crazy immortals and gods in the ancient heaven. They were affected by the peach tree and could briefly travel to the eight divisions of the ghost market in the future.

However, for the remnant, the experience in the future is just a dream.

Not to mention that the real body of the remnant is close to madness.

The three gods once tried to influence the remnant to explore the beginning and end of the world's catastrophe, but all their actions were useless. Instead, they would accelerate the speed of the remnant's demise, so they ended up with nothing.