I can't be a demon

They were divided into eight groups according to Taoism, and then their blood and energy rose, revealing that their martial arts cultivation was generally around the seventh or eighth level.

You must know that the disciples of the eight divisions who have survived to this day were all in the ninth realm of the inner sect. Now that their immortal seeds have been damaged, martial arts has become their only reliance.

Gao Qiu had already planned it, and the eight disciples were not noticed by Arhat until they approached the gate.

"Quick victory!!!"

The eight disciples wielded various crude magical weapons and rushed towards the Arhat almost risking their lives, just to protect their comrades.

"Amitabha, why are you ants unwilling to practice Buddhism diligently?"

Arhat raised his hand and struck a palm, causing hundreds of people to vomit blood and fly away.

The distorted Buddha light scattered.

Veins popped out on Gao Qiu's forehead, and the noise at the gate was inevitable. If he couldn't escape in a short time, he would be completely hopeless.

He no longer thinks about going crazy and unleashes his overwhelming energy.

"Ten breaths, as soon as possible..."

Gao Qiu first hid in the crowd, and in an instant his figure swelled to more than seven meters. He entangled an Arhat alone, not seeking to kill but only to delay.

His expression was stunned, and he was stunned for a few breaths in disbelief.

Gao Qiu is very clear about the state of his body and soul. He can only go all out for ten breaths at most. Once he exceeds that, he will easily become a Nuo Immortal.

But unexpectedly, the body and soul did not lose control.

Gao Qiu noticed that none of the eight disciples who were seriously injured and fell to the ground were dead, they were only temporarily unconscious, and even their foundations were not injured.

"Impossible, how can a mortal withstand a blow from Arhat."

"Ants!!"

Arhat stepped hard, and the aftermath caused the ground to crack.

However, the eight disciples still managed to breathe.

While Gao Qiu was blocking the Buddha's light, he kept searching for something strange out of the corner of his eye, and then the inconspicuous roots in the cracks on the ground came into view.

The end of a strand of roots is wrapped around a half-meter-sized wooden idol.

The statue opened its eyes vividly, and it was obvious that Shen Lian was secretly helping them.

"Senior brother?"

"It's indeed senior brother!!!"

Gao Qiu no longer panicked, and rolled up the severely injured eight disciples with all his strength. He opened the door with both arms, and the dazzling sunlight from the outside world shone on them.

Puff puff puff!

The roots burst out of the ground, not only entangling the two gatekeepers, but also cutting off the supporting evil Buddhas, giving them enough time to escape.

The statue exudes the aura of soul, and Gao Qiu also understands the price Shen Lian paid.

Without the protection of the body, the soul can be hurt even by the mortal world.

"Walk!"

Gao Qiu did not dare to neglect, and led more than 4,000 disciples of the Eight Divisions away from the main hall, and then the statue sank into the ground little by little.

Seeing that the statue was about to escape, the Buddha's light made waves.

Whoosh.

There were swastikas condensing in mid-air, pressing towards the statue.

If Gao Qiu saw it correctly, there was a giant Buddha's eye looming among the clouds. Yes, even if Shen Lian exposed such a flaw, Sakyamuni was only willing to expose one eye.

"Brother, be careful!!!"

Rumble.

The gate of the palace collapsed, and the two gatekeepers were destroyed.

The statue was torn into pieces, and the Buddha's eyes among the clouds slowly closed at the sight. Just before it disappeared, the fragments pieced together a human face.

The human face and facial features were incomplete, but the corners of his mouth could not suppress the laughter.

The pupils of Buddha's eyes are shaking.

Shen Lian, who was far away in Qingming Temple, couldn't help laughing. Two petals were missing from the lotus pad between his eyebrows, but the immortal soul was not damaged at all.

"Hahahaha, damn rat, you've been avoiding me, haven't you?"

"Catch you!!!"

Shen Lian used the magical power of food tonic, and the scent of Sakyamuni poured into his nose.

The warriors were still fighting against the evil Buddha one breath ago, and the next breath a huge shadow was pressing on them, covering a distance of more than thirty meters.

Shen Lian pressed his legs down.

Bang! ! !

The heads of two or three Bodhisattvas exploded, and Shen Lian was like Kuafu chasing the sun, walking on flat ground in the mountains, and his body shape changed again as he ran.

After eight transformations of the Immortal Stake, the use of the martial arts golden body has reached a new level.

The martial arts golden body is no longer limited to all specific fusions, but will adapt to the situation in a mysterious way.

Shen Lian was walking now, and his body shape was changing to adapt to the road.

The spine is elongated and lying on the ground, eight pairs of limbs support the body, the white bone spine is streamlined, and the sharp horns growing from the top of the head can easily break through the mountains.

Whenever someone sees the monster transformed by Shen Lian, I am afraid they will only have one thought in their mind.

Inhuman! ! !

Chapter 376 The Eight Transformations of the Immortal Mysterious Skill

"It's all a bluff!"

In the darkness where he couldn't even see his fingers, there was a low murmur to himself. The tone was somewhat similar to Shen Lian's, but it was full of fear.

He could feel the heavy footsteps approaching from far away.

"My body has been integrated with the mountains. Even if Huang Mei returns to Xiaoxitian, he will not be able to detect any clues..."

Sakyamuni sobbed softly, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

"Demon Lord! Why do you have to kill someone without any injustice and hatred!!"

Sakyamuni muttered to himself with hatred, and at the same time tried to find Shen Lian's location through the eyes of the outside world, but in vain.

Shen Lian seemed to have disappeared, leaving Xiao Xitian alone in deathly silence.

"He can't find me! Yes, he deliberately wants to expose my flaws. As long as I don't give him a chance, it will be fine!!"

Sakyamuni murmured crazily, not daring to let out even the slightest bit of Buddha's light.

He focused on the more than 4,000 Eight Division disciples who had escaped from the main hall. His fear was swept away and he couldn't help but swallow.

"They should be eaten first. The more humans and sheep are raised, the more delicious they become."

As soon as the thought came to mind, I heard the air being torn apart.

Boom.

The two or three hundred meter mountain was like a stone, thrown from a distance, and instantly fell into the remote mountains of Xiaoxitian.

The earth shook!

Blood gushed out from the mountains, and Sakyamuni let out a deafening wail.

"Pain! My whole body hurts!! Why are you killing me? Ah ah ah!!!"

Sakyamuni cried as if he was still in pain, blood continued to surge, blood vessels and meridians formed on the surface of the mountains, and the fishy smell was pungent.

"What should I do? What should I do, he's here!!"

"I just want to live, what did I do wrong again, is there anything wrong with living?"

Shen Lian listened to Sakyamuni's deafening muttering, restored his human form, and stepped within ten miles of Sakyamuni.

Although Sakyamuni was extremely weak everywhere, his aura was getting stronger and stronger.

Dong Dong Dong.

Blood vessels and meridians pieced together a huge heart, with a human face on the surface. While crying, blood polluted the mountains and rivers, and the grass, trees, and rocks became flesh and blood, becoming part of it.

Shen Lian's expression was solemn. Sakyamuni was definitely the most difficult enemy he had ever encountered. After all, he was born from a life-saving hair.

Sakyamuni's eyes were red, and he said resentfully: "You should really thank me. Look at those eight disciples. I didn't kill them. I just converted them to become Buddha slaves."

"There is no difference, right? There is no difference between what I did and what you did!"

"You let them practice martial arts, isn't it also preaching in a subtle way?"

At the end of Sakyamuni's words, the overwhelming Buddha light came, and after receiving the blessing of Xiao Xitian, he was already a perfect earthly immortal.

Fortunately, Shen Lian reached the second level of earthly immortals, otherwise it would be difficult to face the other party directly.

"Sakyamuni, I won't say some hypocritical words, what conversion, I only know that you will die today."