I can't be a demon

"Huh."

The human race bag was being refined very slowly, and the fragments of the immortal soul needed to be fed to the acquired things.

Shen Lian skillfully divided the immortal soul, and found that the human race bag did not greedily demand it, so he was relieved and devoted his energy to cultivation.

After a large amount of scriptures were replenished, his main acupoints had been imprinted.

There were only some minor details left in the secondary acupoints.

Half a step away from the [Immortal Organ].

Shen Lian planned to upgrade the Immortal Organ before going to the Western Lingshan Mountain. The next practice would be to follow the routine and find the immortal veins.

He narrowed his eyes and immediately received Li Zhi's transmission.

The message brought by Li Zhi was very brief.

"The rebellion has been quelled in various parts of the Tang Dynasty, and the Li family's royal family has been smoothly replaced."

Shen Lian nodded slightly. Although he did not want to interfere with the operation of the Tang Dynasty and did not mind the change of dynasties, the disaster came from Huang Mei after all.

Before leaving, he might as well continue the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty for another five hundred years.

Shen Lian continued to practice, and before he knew it, another ten years had passed. The scenery on the top of the banyan tree had hardly changed, but Yanliang Town had expanded.

Bang, bang, bang.

Three hundred and sixty-five main acupoints made muffled sounds.

Following closely were five thousand seven hundred and sixty-three secondary acupoints. After imprinting the scriptures, each acupoint generated scriptures on its own.

Shen Lian broke through the bottleneck naturally.

[Realm: Earth Immortal (Immortal Organs)]

The next step of imprinting the immortal organs was undoubtedly more cumbersome, especially the three immortal bone hearts, which could be expected to waste a lot of time.

"I can't go any further in the mortal world, and my manas is also throbbing."

Shen Lian pinched his eyebrows. The danger sensed by his manas was probably from the upper realm. The longer he stayed in the mortal world, the greater the possibility of the martial arts scriptures being exposed. He had to leave as soon as possible.

"It's time, the last martial arts teaching."

He stood up with a smile, one hand pointing to the sky and the other to the ground.

"Martial artists, listen up!!!"

Not only in Yanliang Town, but all towns within the Tang Dynasty heard the whispers, all of which were issued by the statue of Wuzu in the local temple.

The old temple priest danced with joy, "I'm right, the Martial Ancestor has arrived!!"

The more than 100-meter-long golden statue of Wudao appeared next to the banyan tree. After a brief silence in the Yanshan area, all mortals knelt on the ground.

The story of Wuzu's preaching is well known to everyone, and they know that the immortal fate has arrived.

It didn't take long for all mortals in the Tang Dynasty to realize that Wuzu was preaching, and the streets and alleys were full of people sitting cross-legged, chanting scriptures.

The martial arts scriptures spread out, and the Tang Dynasty was within Shen Lian's reach.

"Go."

The human race bag fell on his head.

After more than ten years of refining, Shen Lian still only controlled 45% of the human race bag, and it was difficult to exert one-tenth or one-twelve of the acquired things.

But just one-tenth or one-twelve is enough to rival the treasure.

The human race bag shook.

Countless souls sealed inside rushed to escape, most of them disappeared into the sky through the connection of the physical body, and a few souls whose physical bodies had died scattered like fireworks.

Shen Lian watched the beautiful scene, and the martial arts scriptures kept turning.

The real death is to be forgotten by time, but the martial arts scriptures can record the traces of warriors, even if it is just a trivial understanding.

Shen Lian could also hear that those old men in the seventh realm of Dao Infant were crying with their faces covered.

They knew that their souls were missing, and they thought that there would be no hope of promotion from then on, but they didn't expect that the martial arts would be back on track after a sudden turn! !

All the warriors wanted to see Shen Lian, but the teaching of the Tao had already begun quietly.

First, there was a dizziness.

The martial arts scriptures infected mortals in the form of germs, and complicated lines appeared on the surface of the warriors' skin, and all kinds of martial arts were suddenly solved.

"In this way, every generation of mortals will be born with the ability to refine martial arts scriptures, and at the age of two or three, they will be able to step into the fourth stage of foundation building, and everyone will be like a dragon!!"

Shen Lian couldn't help laughing, and his extremely rich blood dyed the sky red.

The scene of warriors gathered around to practice, as if the mortal world had become their own dojo, and even the ten thousand year old demons would be severely injured by their blood.

"It's great!"

"If it weren't for the heaven and earth calamity, martial arts would be enough to dominate, and even shake the status of the heavenly court and Lingshan, and let the immortals and Buddhas in the sky bow down to me, and it would be worth my trip to the Journey to the West world!"

Of course, if it weren't for the heaven and earth calamity that caused the collapse of the Journey to the West world, I'm afraid that the immortals and Buddhas would have suppressed martial arts the moment it became popular.

Now that the immortals and Buddhas are busy with their own affairs, martial arts have a chance to breathe.

Shen Lian's progress in martial arts scriptures increased by 2%. Once the warriors' souls were complete, their insights all poured into the scriptures in the Niwan Palace.

There were even thirty-nine golden body techniques.

Shen Lian's expression was unexpected.

The golden body techniques created by mortals are not very mysterious. Many of them are formed by visualizing the five elements of nature, birds and beasts.

He did not need to consume points to integrate into the martial arts golden body. The changes in the longevity pile were not great, but there would definitely be a significant improvement after accumulating sand into a tower.

"Next, it is to formulate the rules of the mortal world."

Shen Lian had been thinking about it for a long time, and had discussed it with Zuo Yan and others, and finally finalized the plan.

He communicated with the lotus platform, and the 14,647 martial ancestor statues in the Tang Dynasty radiated light, and then gradually became restrained.

The range of the fishing magic power was greatly reduced, basically only half a meter around the statue.

With the offerings of mortals, the range of the fishing magic power will continue to increase, but

Shen Lian is not going to kill all the demons.

On the one hand, demons are now reduced to experience as soon as they are born, and their Taoism is less than a hundred years, and they can't provide experience for the seventh-level profession at all.

On the other hand, the Tang Dynasty needs demons to check and balance.

Letting demons disappear does not mean that mortals can live and work in peace and contentment. It will only promote ambitions and lead to wars.

It is better to raise a tiger than to kill yourself.

Civilians have the protection of towns and villages, and their lives will not be affected too much.

Shen Lian patted the banyan tree, and the latter's roots began to withdraw.

Rumble.

Several caves that were friendly with Shen Lian had strange phenomena, and groups of demons were active in the wilderness, and the breath of demons was everywhere.

After completing all this, the martial arts training was also coming to an end, and warriors were promoted to the eighth realm of the divine journey.

Shen Lian's temples were throbbing, and the warning of the manas became more and more obvious.

"The mortal world will be exposed sooner or later. Even if I make martial arts disappear, it is inevitable. It is better to use martial artists to supplement the martial arts classics."

"However, it is better to delay it for a while."

Shen Lian pointed at the teleportation tree on Fangcun Mountain, and its roots spread instead of the banyan tree. Whenever a martial artist in the Tang Dynasty set foot in the ninth realm, he would be pulled into the cave.

Fangcun Mountain is isolated from the world, and Bodhi Patriarch is not in it, so it is relatively hidden.

Shen Lian swept his consciousness over Fangcun Mountain.

On the misty island, dozens of figures have been opening up a dojo, all of them are familiar faces, Zuo Yan, Shen Hansheng, Zhu Yihong, Li Zhi...

As well as the ghost girl and the jade rabbit playing on the shore, the two silly fish lying on the sea, and many immortals and ghosts also came to Fangcun Mountain to practice.

Unfortunately, Bai Haibo died of exhaustion two hundred years ago.

Bai Haibo has enough resources, but the hurdle of becoming an immortal is really hard to pass. Every time he wants to be promoted, he has a lot of demons in his heart, so he just starts to watch.

He had many children and grandchildren before he died, and he had no regrets in his life.

"As long as I find the medium of the Western Lingshan, I can travel back and forth between the two worlds, and the human immortal warriors of Fangcun Mountain will not be short of manpower."

"Let's go, we can't linger any more, it's the right thing to go to Lingshan to find out the truth."

Kaka! !

A loud noise came.

The banyan tree rose from the ground, its branches covering the sky.

"A tree demon with a 40,000-year-long cultivation can adapt to any harsh environment, and it is comparable to a portable cave for acquired things."

Once it was separated from the soil, the banyan tree began to grow rapidly, and it stopped only after it exceeded 500 meters. Shen Lian stood on the leaves like an ant.

The gap was replaced by a branch of more than ten meters. On the surface, the so-called mountain god was no longer magical, but an ancient banyan tree that grew a thousand meters.

"After three or four hundred years, I'm afraid no one will believe in the rumors of mountain gods."