I can't be a demon

The resentment intensified.

A greasy, tempting sandalwood scent floated in the air.

Some monks' limbs twitched, their nerves could not bear the baptism of the heavenly way, their bodies lost control, and their relics devoured the immortal seeds.

Shao Xiuwen glanced over and noticed that something was wrong with the out-of-control monks.

According to common sense, the monks of the eight divisions who went astray all became Nuo immortals, but the parts of the moral heaven involved were different.

But after practicing Buddhism, it was different.

Shao Xiuwen suspected that the Buddhist teachings that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva taught to the plague department were obviously created for the immortal seeds. Instead of turning into Nuo immortals, they transformed in the direction of [temple monks].

He was worried that the eight divisions of the ghost market and Nuo immortals had coexisted for thousands of years, and Nuo immortals had long become part of the Taoist heritage.

And the temple monks would most likely become Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's hidden hands in the future.

"Zheng Zhengshen, won't you deal with it?"

"If you want Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to come to the ghost market, you must agree to his conditions, and the temple monks are one of them. Otherwise, how dare you set foot in the old heaven."

Zheng Lun narrowed his eyes and said, "At least we, the eight gods, can't do anything. Don't worry, the temple monks can't make it."

Shao Xiuwen watched coldly, not hiding his disdain.

At this moment.

The temple monks focused their attention on Shen Lian. The latter's fresh blood was a great tonic. Even if the blood and flesh were not deformed yet, they couldn't wait to crawl over.

Not long after they turned into ghosts, each of them had been practicing for more than four thousand years.

Zheng Lun saw this and said helplessly, "Nephew, please help suppress the temple monks. Our plague department has really caused you trouble."

"It's okay."

Shao Xiuwen controlled the twelve bodies to surround the temple monks.

Just when he was about to activate the secret technique, he was stunned on the spot with a look of astonishment.

"Nephew, you..."

Ka Ka Ka

Zheng Lun could also hear the movement from Shen Lian's feet from a distance, like sharp teeth rubbing against each other, mixed with the greedy swallowing of saliva.

"Where did the evil spirit come from!! Hiding in the shadow of Junior Brother Tianwen!!!"

Shao Xiuwen took several steps back, and the twelve bodies formed a formation together, and the dense flying swords formed a sweeping momentum in the air.

The Tai Sui tribe is good at forming an army with one person, and various methods emerge in an endless stream.

Roar!!!

Endless shadows gathered together, and before the flying swords could be cut, a 20-meter-long Taotie beast appeared in front of Zheng Lun and others.

To be precise, it was a Taotie beast that was completely different from the one recorded in the classics.

The bone blade was promoted to the fifth level using the six-tusked white elephant, plus the characteristics of the nine-headed insect, and an indescribable wild breath came to the face.

The main body is a Taotie, with eight extra heads looming on the neck, and the exposed sharp teeth are ivory-like.

Shao Xiuwen did not act rashly. The giant beast in front of him must have been in existence for more than ten thousand years.

And in his impression, wild beasts like Taotie had long been extinct, and the magical powers they displayed must be extremely difficult to deal with.

Unexpectedly, Taotie did not show any malice.

Taotie opened his mouth and spit, and hundreds of bloody mouths appeared on the ground, and the temple monks who were scrambling to escape fell into them.

The creepy chewing sound echoed.

The experience progress of the wild roe deer owl suddenly advanced by 20%.

Taotie looked around, and disappeared into the shadows with satisfaction.

Shao Xiuwen looked at Shen Lian in disbelief, and then at Zheng Lun, wondering where the Plague Department Daozi came from.

Taotie was obviously a guardian ghost god, but there were almost no immortals and gods in the old heaven who were involved in such a ferocious beast. Could it be from the more ancient past?

Zheng Lun remained calm on the surface, but he was a little confused in his heart.

The ten thousand year old demons were indeed no threat to him as a terrestrial immortal, but from beginning to end, he had never noticed the existence of Taotie.

"It should not be just Taotie, could there be other ghosts and gods protecting the way?"

Zheng Lun's eyelids twitched wildly.

He suddenly remembered a rumor at the end of the ghost market.

In the ruins of the old heaven, strange crows seemed to appear and disappear in recent years, and have been wandering around the buildings around the South Gate of Heaven.

The crows might also be closely related to the plague of heaven.

"Uh."

Shen Lian's body groaned, and the Dao rhyme suddenly intensified. Along with the baptism of rebirth, the Dao rhyme mixed with the breath of immortals merged into the body.

Zheng Lun's pupils shrank slightly. Shen Lian seemed to be baptized successfully, but for some reason, his expression became... extremely desperate.

With a posture of looking up, the turbid eyes seemed to be staring at something.

If he had ever witnessed Zhen Yuanzi's fruit tasting meeting, he would have reacted. Shen Lian's despair was like that of Bodhi Patriarch.

………

The top of the Nuo Immortal Stairs.

Shen Lian contemplated the illusory and unreal strange colors, and felt more and more that something was wrong. The omen of the manas seemed to be hinting at it.

"What exactly is the Heavenly Dao? It can't be just a ball of light and shadow."

"Isn't it because of the Heavenly Dao Code that the heaven and earth breed the catastrophe?"

Driven by strong curiosity, Shen Lian couldn't help but stare at the Heavenly Dao. Then a little golden light flashed between his eyebrows, and the lotus platform quietly appeared.

The lotus platform sensed what Shen Lian was thinking, and the dantian that separated from the physical body protected the Yuanshen.

Boom!

The lotus platform revealed the essence of the tenth grade, dragging Shen Lian to continue to rise.

The speed of Shen Lian's Yuanshen's transformation accelerated, the Dao rhyme was integrated into the Yuanshen inside and outside, and the immortal seed was imprinted with lines of indistinguishable scriptures.

Transcending from the mortal to the immortal is the process of thoroughly refining the true scriptures.

Shen Lian focused on the transformation of his primordial spirit, and put his main energy on the way of heaven.

The distorted colors were gradually revealed.

The lotus platform seemed to be pulled by an indescribable force, and slowly came to the intersection of light and shadow.

When looking at the light and shadow from a distance, it only felt that it contained all the great ways of the world. After being baptized for a moment, the soul was already far beyond the ordinary.

But when he came into close contact with the light and shadow, he had a completely opposite feeling.

So... fake.

The lotus platform made a sound of being overwhelmed, and dense cracks spread out. The sixth-level fundamental object could not face the heavenly way for too long.

Shen Lian's soul did not feel uncomfortable, and going deep into the light and shadow only accelerated the transformation from mortal to immortal.

He could not see the stairs clearly at all, and countless light and shadows wrapped around himself.

The lotus platform stopped moving.

Shen Lian stretched out his hand to push away the light and shadow, and the whole person froze as if he was fixed.

The source of the light and shadow was three strange and inexplicable skin bags, which seemed to be intertwined with each other, and seemed to be struggling, with the facial features moving, as if chanting the ancient taboo scriptures deep in the underworld.

Shen Lian was not wrong, the three skin bags came from the Three Pure Ones.

"How can there be the skins of the Three Pure Ones in the depths of Heavenly Dao?"

"Are the Three Pure Ones the culprits of the Heavenly Dao?"

"No!"

Shen Lian raised his head and looked into the empty eyes of the Three Pure Ones.

"It's still not the real Heavenly Dao. The skins of the Three Pure Ones seem to be covering up the Heavenly Dao, or in other words, maintaining the delicate balance of the Heavenly Dao."

Unconsciously, the transformation of Shen Lian's soul had been completed.

Shen Lian was unwilling to give up the opportunity to look directly at the Heavenly Dao, and stared at it intently until his expression fell into endless despair.

The lotus platform fell, and the soul lost the trace of the Three Pure Ones' skins.

Shen Lian's consciousness returned to his body, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, he sat cross-legged on the ground, gasping for breath, his mind was fuzzy.

Zheng Lun and others found that Shen Lian had completed the baptism first, and his aura was promoted to that of a land immortal.

After more than half an hour, Shen Lian's state of mind was restored.

"Damn it."

He recalled carefully, but he actually lost the last memory of visualizing the Heavenly Dao, and it seemed that something was left between the Three Pure Ones' skins.

Shen Lian didn't dare to think too much, as he might go astray if he wasn't careful.