I can't be a demon

"Haha, a bunch of half-human, half-ghost stuff."

The faces of the disciples of the Plague Department flushed, but they didn't know how to refute.

They also knew that practicing Buddhism concurrently would not be recognized by the Tai Sui Department, but the Plague Department's main god did not say anything, so why should outsiders worry about it?

"You..."

"Haha, take care of yourself first, think about whether you will be displeased by the Heavenly Dao if you practice Buddhism concurrently and visualize the Heavenly Dao."

Shao Xiuwen was too lazy to pay attention to them, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

In fact, the eight departments of the Ghost Market have been looking for a way out for the immortal seeds, so they tacitly agreed to the Plague Department's joint actions with the Little Leiyin Temple.

The other seven departments of the Ghost Market each have their own Taoist shortcomings, which have been troubled for thousands of years.

Zheng Lun was not angry, and stretched out his hand to signal the disciples of the Plague Department to stay calm. The endless germs separated the clouds on the horizon.

Shao Xiuwen looked around and said coldly: "Zheng Zhengshen, there are only 72 places for the baptism of transformation from mortal to immortal. Didn't your Plague Department select the disciples who participated?"

The competition for the baptism places has long ended, and most of the disciples who lost the qualifications have returned to the inner gate.

But there are still thirty or forty people lingering outside the main hall.

They are generally in different states of body and soul. Even if they practice Buddhism, they cannot suppress the immortal seeds. The erosion from the immortal seeds makes their appearance extremely inhuman.

Zheng Lun smiled without saying a word, and Shen Lian walked out of the main hall slowly.

Shao Xiuwen stared at Shen Lian for a few breaths. It seems that the latter occupies the last place. Those disciples are unwilling to give up the opportunity and want to fight.

For them, waiting for another two hundred years is a dead end.

Even if they offend the Plague Department's Zhengshen, they are unwilling to leave.

"Plague Department Taoist? Didn't Tianshou die in the outer gate competition?"

Shao Xiuwen raised his eyebrows. At first glance, Shen Lian felt that he was just ordinary.

The aura of the immortal seed is not obvious, the appearance is slightly thin, and the exposed germs are thin. It is hard to imagine that the other party can receive personal teachings from the righteous gods.

"What is so special about it? It doesn't look like he is practicing Buddhism at the same time..."

Shao Xiuwen's thoughts just came to mind, and a hurricane suddenly rose in front of the main hall. Shen Lian was unmoved by the cultivators approaching him.

Siyun paid attention to Shen Lian, wanting to see the latter's methods.

A cultivator performed a Taoist salute, "Junior brother, I am Wei Huan from the Plague Taoist Academy. I want to learn from you today. Is it okay?"

Just then.

Shen Lian's right arm was full of flesh and blood, and the extremely rich blood rushed to his face.

He did not have any secret fluctuations, just a pure release of power, and a fist hit Wei Huan's head directly.

Crack, crack, crack.

The skull cracked, and Wei Huan's face collapsed directly. The spirit shield that was condensed in advance had no effect at all and was instantly destroyed.

The eyes of the disciples of the Plague Department were wide open, watching Wei Huan fly backwards in an inhuman shape.

He stopped only after knocking over a forest, and was caught off guard and his consciousness was already scattered.

Shen Lian's attack was somewhat preemptive, but the monks asked themselves, they might not be able to block this punch.

Shao Xiuwen's expression was different.

He couldn't see through Shen Lian's method, and felt that it was different from the ordinary Plague Department's Taoism. Perhaps it was another attempt outside the Little Leiyin Temple?

Shao Xiuwen looked at Shen Lian with a high regard, but he didn't know if the latter could successfully become an immortal.

"What's the matter?"

No one answered, and Shen Lian looked up to the southeast corner.

"The Nuo Immortal of the Tai Sui Department is here."

The rolling dark clouds pressed down, covering the sky.

The sound of bones colliding continued, and the ghost fire appeared, like stars dotting the deep dark clouds, and the giant shadow was looming in it.

Zheng Lun said, "The baptism of transformation into an immortal will take place in half a day."

He waved his hand, and the lingering disciples of the Plague Department disappeared. It was obvious that he was deliberately helping Shen Lian to establish his authority and confirm his identity as a Taoist.

Shen Lian opened his eyes at the center of his eyebrows and recognized that the giant shadow was a large part of the spine.

The spine showed a heavy malice, but it was not directed at them, but at the illusory heavenly way.

The dark clouds rolled, and pupils appeared around the spine, becoming extremely gloomy.

"The spine of the Lord of Morality."

"The Nuo Immortals of the Eight Departments of the Ghost Market can really piece together the corpse of the Lord of Morality."

Shao Xiuwen then closed his eyes and communicated with the Nuo Immortals of the Tai Sui Department.

Shen Lian sat down on the spot without paying attention to the others, and continued to repeat the horizontal training method of the Plague Department. Even though the martial arts plague pill had reached the ninth level of perfection, it did not prevent him from using practice to calm his mind.

It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous. Now becoming an immortal was right in front of him.

Roar!!!

The Nuo Immortal of Tai Sui tribe went straight up, one step at a time like a fairy ladder leading to the heaven.

There was silence in front of the main hall.

Except for Shen Lian, the other cultivators were preparing in a hurry.

First, they arranged the magic circle, then lit the sandalwood that helped to improve their cultivation, and various protective magic weapons were suspended above their heads, and pills were held between their tongues.

Compared with them, Shen Lian did not have any additional means.

After the dragon fish robe's aura was restrained, it did not look like a treasure close to the middle level.

Zheng Lun did not speak to remind Shen Lian. After all, in his opinion, Shen Lian must be the reincarnation of a fairy god who held a high position in the old heaven.

I don't know how long it has been.

The dark clouds became thicker and thicker, and it was almost impossible to see the trace of the Nuo Immortal of Tai Sui tribe.

Shao Xiuwen glanced at the cultivators, paused for a few breaths on Shen Lian, and then said: "Condition the Plague Pill, and give birth to a little spiritual light!"

Transcendence from the mortal world to the immortal world requires the use of the Plague Pill to break through the bottleneck, promote the transformation of the physical body, and then visualize the heavenly way to promote the transformation of the soul.

The cultivators took out the pills and swallowed them at the same time.

[The Immortal Pill] is in short supply, and it is said to be made by the Tai Sui human immortal, which can more easily seize the opportunity to break through the bottleneck.

They only felt the heat flow from the stomach and intestines along the blood vessels.

There were bursts of Tao rhyme emanating.

The opportunity seemed to be close at hand, but there was a thin layer of window paper between them.

Boom!

A stream of germs rose to the sky where Shen Lian was. The martial arts plague pill was already perfect, and it was transformed after a simple wash of medicinal wine.

The other cultivators couldn't help but lose their minds.

Because the baptism had just begun, they occasionally had the spare energy to pay attention to Shen Lian. They realized that this Taoist from the plague department was arrogant and didn't take the immortal pill, and thought that Shen Lian didn't plan to transform into an immortal today.

Anyway, it wasn't long since he joined the plague department, and he could wait until two hundred years later.

As a result...

The germs had already outlined mysterious patterns in Shen Lian's submission, and the impact on the land immortal seemed to be a natural outcome without any difficulty.

Puff!

Seven people's Tao hearts were frustrated, and the plague pill backfired and withdrew from the baptism.

Shen Lian ignored the incredible peeping of the people around him and focused on the martial arts plague pill.

The martial arts plague pill was originally a ghost ball structure, but when it broke through the bottleneck, it grew flesh and blood bit by bit and turned into a fresh organ.

"According to the records in the classics, it should be normal for the plague pill to completely merge with the body and soul."

"It seems that there is nothing wrong with me practicing the plague department skills as martial arts. It is natural for organs to be attached to the body, which can reduce the possibility of losing control."

Shen Lian's physical strength began to surge, but it was a pity that the plague department's horizontal training method had not been integrated into the immortal profound skill, otherwise the benefit could be increased by 40% out of thin air.

Shao Xiuwen glanced at Zheng Lun and said softly, "It doesn't look like your plague department."

"Indeed."

Zheng Lun had a complicated expression, and set up a sound-isolating magic circle to cover everyone, "Perhaps we shouldn't plan Shangqing Temple with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

"Right God." Shao Xiuwen asked hesitantly, "Hasn't the ruins of Shangqing Temple been closed for thousands of years?"

Zheng Lun supported his chin with both hands, and replied after a long time, "Well, but we found the record of the Wusheng Daoguo that year. The Taoist Heavenly Venerable took out a corpse of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva when discussing the Dao."

"What?!"

Shao Xiuwen was shocked, and couldn't believe why the Taoist Heavenly Venerable was involved in the Western Lingshan.

"I think if the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva of the Little Leiyin Temple was there, maybe he could open the ruins of Shangqing Temple and go to the memories of the Wusheng Daoguo."

Zheng Lun smiled bitterly, "I want to ask the Taoist Heavenly Venerable in person, and the plague god Lu Yue was also on the Wusheng Daoguo at the time, but he disappeared with the immortals after the discussion."