I can't be a demon

"Please!"

Lingbao Tianzun smiled and lifted the white cloth covering the corpse.

The true body of the Tibetan King Bodhisattva was revealed, and endless light suddenly radiated outward, and in an instant the hall was filled with dense mosquito larvae.

The mosquito larvae pounced on the immortals and gods, trying to reproduce through flesh and blood.

Shen Lian felt that Lingbao Tianzun's tone was a little strange, as if he meant something else, but as long as he followed the process of the discussion meeting, it would be fine.

The Jade Rabbit staggered, and hundreds of mosquito larvae stayed on the surface of the skin.

"Go."

Shen Lian's mind moved slightly, and a cuff of the dragon fish robe turned into a handkerchief for the Jade Rabbit.

The dragon fish robe of the middle-level treasure can be transformed into multiple copies, and then through transfer, the excess Buddha light of the Jade Rabbit can be infused into the body.

Shen Lian has faced the true scriptures more than once, and the seven treasures of the Buddha bone can devour the Buddha light, so even if he has to take care of the Jade Rabbit, he can do it with ease.

On the contrary, with the help of Buddha's light baptism, the seven treasures Buddha bones can return a lot of nutrients.

"The so-called Lingbao Tianzun always feels like he is doing something strange."

Lingbao Tianzun smiled but said nothing. The cracks on his back had closed. For some reason, it seemed that he was deliberately letting Shen Lian notice it.

The other two halls were filled with the sound of ghosts and wolves howling.

Judging from the movement, most of the people in the central and left halls were killed or injured.

Shen Lian pretended to be eroded by the true scriptures. His body was slightly withered. He closed his eyes and tried his best to resist the mosquito larvae. In fact, it was actually helping his cultivation.

He became more and more curious about the existence in the skin, but he didn't have the courage to go forward to check.

………

The outermost cushion.

Zheng Lun was well prepared for the baptism of the true scriptures.

Although he had never been in and out of the ruins of the old heaven, he had heard about the Three Pure Ones discussing Taoism before the fall of the heaven, and it was probably related to the true scriptures.

Zheng Lun tried his best to communicate with the immortals. The different aura of the true scriptures made the middle-level Buddhism retreat, and only the lower-level Buddhism would still approach.

"Well, it should be the real Lingbao Tianzun."

"When the Wusheng Daoguo is over, I will find Tianzun to ask the reason of the Eight Dao Sects."

Zheng Lun glanced at Shen Lian's back, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity became more and more intense. He was more and more unsure whether the latter was the plague god.

At this moment, he heard a sneer.

"Ksitigarbha?"

Since entering the Shangqing Hall, the fake Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has been unconscious. Zheng Lun did not pay much attention to it. Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly came back to life.

Zheng Lun turned his head while enduring the pain of the true scriptures.

I saw that the bloated body of the fake Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had become the nutrients of mosquito larvae, attracting a large number of scriptures, causing the body and soul to collapse.

"Fake, all fake."

"The Little Leiyin Temple is fake, the old Buddha with yellow eyebrows who claims to be Tathagata is also fake, even the true scriptures they are refining are fake."

The fake Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was full of despair. The old Buddha with yellow eyebrows did something to teach them to refine a completely different true scripture.

The existing method was simply difficult to control the true scriptures.

The fake Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva could only watch his body and soul turn to ashes, and all his ambitions became empty talk and food for the scriptures.

He noticed Zheng Lun, as if grasping the last straw, "Zheng Lun, save me!"

Zheng Lun watched coldly and quietly spit out a few germs.

The germs landed on the mouth and nose of the fake Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who looked terrified, and the skin and flesh of his facial features actually closed up on their own.

His five senses were lost, and his consciousness seemed to be imprisoned in a bottomless abyss.

The fake Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva opened his vertical eyes between his eyebrows, trying to activate the manas to stop the sinking of consciousness, but the result was counterproductive.

The immortal species of the plague department is very easy to get out of control, but the power of the bacteria is also extremely terrifying.

"Hehe."

Suddenly, the fake Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva laughed nervously.

Half a meter away from the body, it was submerged in the swarm of mosquito larvae.

Zheng Lun was stunned in place with lingering fear. The fake Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva cursed before dying, and it seemed to be mocking the other immortals.

"Haha, you worship the wrong god, he is not Lingbao Tianzun at all."

"It's ridiculous."

"You all have to be buried with him. The monster pretending to be Lingbao Tianzun has never let you go. The end of the Buddha's light baptism is the end of death!!"

Bang bang bang.

The fake Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was close to death, and his facial features were completely closed. His speech became more and more unclear, and was finally covered by a large amount of scriptures.

Zheng Lun's face was pale, and he vaguely realized what the fake Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had seen before his death.

"No, I must live until the end of the Wusheng Daoguo."

He hesitated for a few breaths, and stopped suppressing the nearly out-of-control elixir. Suddenly, his flesh and blood showed signs of going crazy, and countless pupils grew on his skin.

These pupils were very unstable and could cause various eye diseases at any time.

Zheng Lun's life span began to decline sharply, his temples turned gray, and wrinkles covered his face.

As his stomach and intestines moved, he gained a perception comparable to that of manas.

Zheng Lun took a breath of cold air.

I saw that Lingbao Tianzun's whole body became loose, like a deflated ball. Because there was no skeleton, a human figure could be clearly seen on his chest and abdomen.

The immortals who were baptized sat upright, but most of them were non-humans with long arms and legs, unclear appearance, and strange movements.

A few immortals were covered with non-humans that were invisible to the naked eye.

They sniffed the flesh and blood with greed, and when the Buddha's light baptism was over, they would immediately eat the bodies of the immortals.

This non-human was the weirdo Shen Lian had met in the closed hall.

Zheng Lun looked at a loss, and subconsciously looked at the Plague God in the first row, who also had a weirdo lying on his shoulder.

Unlike ordinary weirdos, the weirdo on Shen Lian's shoulder was extremely nervous.

The strange man was afraid of being discovered by Shen Lian, so he tried to restrain his breath as much as possible, while at the same time coveting the latter's strong and pure blood.

"He is not... Master Lu, and he is not even a fairy god in the Heavenly Court."

Zheng Lun was secretly shocked. There are indeed many fairy gods in the Ministry of War with stronger blood and qi than Shen Lian.

Compared with the giant spirit god, Shen Lian's blood and qi are simply not worth mentioning.

But in terms of purity, it is far from being comparable to the Ministry of War in the Heavenly Court. His blood and qi have not been polluted at all.

"The old Heavenly Court will be transformed into immortals, and their blood and qi will definitely be gone."

"The later generations will be transformed into immortals, and their blood and qi will be eroded by the refining scriptures."

"He seems to be independent of the past and the present, just like... just like..."

"Martial artist?"

Zheng Lun smiled bitterly. He did hear that the living immortals and Buddhas in the mortal world opened up the martial arts, but the other party could not come to the ruins of the old Heavenly Court.

"I recognize him and have seen him more than once."

Boom!

The power of the Buddha's light increased greatly.

Zheng Lun suppressed his distracting thoughts. If he continued to maintain the out-of-control of the immortal seed, he might not be able to hold out for a moment. He endured the severe pain and removed the pupils all over his body one by one.

He no longer considered gains and losses. Facing the Mahayana Buddhism, it was extremely rare to survive the next breath.

I don't know how long it has been.

When the two halls next door fell into silence, the Buddha light of the corpse of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva dimmed, and Lingbao Tianzun spread the white cloth on it again.

"How is it, have you fellows realized the wonderful method of overcoming the catastrophe from the true scriptures?"

Zheng Lun looked around with great strength, his body and soul were in an extremely chaotic state.

Except for himself and Shen Lian, there were only five immortals left. They were able to survive mainly because they figured out the refining of the true scriptures.

"Thank you Lingbao Tianzun!"

The people in the hall said in unison, but they didn't know that most of them were non-humans.

Zheng Lun couldn't see the movements of the weirdos, but eighty percent of them had already lost their patience.

He said in disbelief: "Lingbao Tianzun, I have something to ask..."

Before he finished speaking, a faint blood mist bloomed in the hall, and the five surviving immortals had many tooth marks all over their bodies, and the chewing sounds were endless.

The immortals screamed and stretched out their hands to stop, but were soon drowned in the invisible siege.