I can't be a demon

He could recognize at a glance that Shi Egg's magical power was closely related to Brother Monkey.

"Senior Brother, are you not dead? It must be the Seventy-two Transformations of Disha that you taught."

"Junior Brother Shen is also very familiar with the body-refining method. It should be an indestructible body. Senior Brother, I know that you have incredible skills and will never die in the calamity of heaven and earth. Never."

Senior Brother Sha muttered to himself and fell to his knees.

He had obtained Brother Monkey's torso for some time and tried to resurrect him, but he was still unable to revive the corpse after exhausting all possible means.

The final choice was given to Shen Lian, but in my heart I didn't feel that I could be resurrected.

Unexpectedly...

It's a pity that Bai Longma said that the second senior brother already had death intentions. The first senior brother and the second senior brother had the best relationship at the beginning. Now that one of them is dead, I don't know how to explain it.

Click click click.

As Di Ting merged into the martial arts mountain, thick limbs emerged from the bottom.

At this time, Martial Arts Mountain had soared to over a thousand meters, with upright limbs. Clouds surrounded the mountainside, and the sea of ​​clouds surged.

Among the pavilions and pavilions, two more palaces appeared at some point.

Xianyue Sanxing Cave and Wuzhuang Temple.

Qingfeng Mingyue brought many of her fellow disciples to the Martial Arts Lingshan Mountain. With the Martial Arts Scriptures present, their skills will improve more quickly.

Senior Brother Sha laughed dumbly, "On the way to the West, no one stipulates that only four people and one horse can travel to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. Senior Brother is so impressive that he directly carries the two immortals with him."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Martial Arts Lingshan began to take steps, facing the center of the Paradise.

"kindness?"

Senior Brother Sha frowned slightly and suddenly noticed something strange around him.

He was just about to let his immortal soul leave his body, but there was a rustling sound from the ground, and countless bugs flew towards the Martial Arts Mountain.

"Fake Buddha."

Senior Brother Sha took a deep look at Kongpei, who had just woken up and his face was extremely pale.

The so-called bedbugs are somewhat similar to fire ghosts, with their heads retaining human features and their bodies covered in glowing tumors.

Kongpei was sweating coldly. The false Buddha was transformed into the enshrined boy after leaving the spiritual mountain.

The Fire Ghost at least has spiritual intelligence. No matter how powerful the Pseudo Buddha is, he will always act on instinct.

If he hadn't joined Martial Arts Lingshan, he would probably be one of the fake Buddhas.

"Saint Monk Sha, how can I help you?"

"Need not."

Instead, Senior Brother Sha put away the wind and sand, looked at the banyan tree, and noticed that the cave at the trunk of the tree had a flickering light, and the sweet energy and blood filled the air.

"Unlike a lonely person like me, my junior brother is full of talents all over the world."

"Master is right."

“The right person will get many help, but the wrong person will get little help.”

Immediately, warriors came out of the tree cave one after another. Their cultivation level was generally above that of human immortals, their Qi and blood were extremely strong, and their martial arts golden bodies were like arms and fingers.

Senior Brother Sha cupped his fists and asked, "What do you call me?"

Zuo Yan chuckled, "You can call me whatever you want. People in the world don't stick to trivial matters. This time I am here to protect the Martial Ancestor in seclusion."

"Where's Ah Lian? Where's Bage?"

Shen Hansheng stroked his banyan tree and couldn't help but ask.

Kong Peck explained: "Senior, Martial Ancestor has turned into the spiritual mountain at the soles of his feet. Next, we only need to arrange the magic circle around the spiritual mountain."

He thought that the martial artists would be shocked, but in the end, they had already digested the information about the martial arts spirit mountain after just a few words of discussion.

Shen Hansheng couldn't stop laughing, "Little bastard, it's finally my turn to protect you!"

Senior Brother Sha stared at Shen Hansheng in a daze, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity came to his heart.

boom.

On a whim, Shen Hansheng summoned the Golden Body of Martial Arts, and the True Lord Tianpeng, which was composed of powerful energy, appeared behind him.

Senior Brother Sha didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Through the martial arts golden body of True Lord Tianpeng, he could clearly detect that the relevant existence was still alive.

"Second Senior Brother, you are not dead either!!"

"First senior brother, second senior brother, Bai Longma, are back, you are all back!!"

The Jade Rabbit pulled the Ghost Girl out of the tree hole. When they saw the novel environment of the Paradise, their eyes lit up and they started playing around.

Zhu Yihong said softly: "There are insects who want to get close to Lingshan. After all, we were once the Ten Thousand Households of the Tang Dynasty. Let's stabilize the situation first."

Zuo Yan turned around and asked Kong Peck: "Little master, how long are we until our destination?"

"I don't know." Kongpei added hesitantly: "In two or three hundred years, when we go deeper into the Paradise, it will inevitably become more and more dangerous."

"It doesn't matter, man will conquer nature."

Zuo Yan glanced at the old guys and assigned the garrison positions skillfully.

The dozen or so apes in Huaguo Mountain were also extremely cooperative.

After all, they meditated and practiced together in Fangcun Mountain, and took the initiative to hold Dharma meetings every few days to explain their discoveries. Their relationship was better than that of brothers.

By the time Senior Brother Sha came to his senses, Martial Arts Mountain was already in order.

The corpses of the false Buddhas were continuously brought to the top of the mountain and thrown into the banyan tree to breed elixirs. The warriors would select elixirs with weak medicinal properties and distribute them according to the rules they had set with Shen Lian.

Shen Lian is equivalent to restarting the bridge of ascension in the mortal world.

Warriors who have reached the eighth realm of Immortal Movement can sense the teleportation tree in Fangcun Mountain. Usually, they will prepare their resources and then go to the cave.

After becoming a human immortal in Fangcun Mountain, he was able to ascend to the martial arts spiritual mountain.

Chapter 392 Turning into a spiritual mountain won’t stop me from running away

The third Buddha is said to be at the center of the world of bliss, but few Buddhas have reached it.

As for the past Buddha, the land of the ancient Buddha of Burning Lights is called "Fenjing Mountain", which literally means mountains that are constantly burning, but in reality it is an endless desert with eternal daylight.

There is no vegetation in the desert, but there is a dilapidated temple standing abruptly.

Gulu...Gulu...Gulu...

An inexplicable sound came from the temple, like the stomach making wind when extremely hungry, or swallowing saliva because of greed.

Snap.

The wooden door was pushed open.

But a hoarse voice was heard mumbling to itself.

"Oh?"

"Another pilgrim came from the Tang Dynasty in the East. Could it be related to the holy monk?"

The old man staggered out of the temple. He looked at least four or five hundred pounds, and the old cassock he wore was obviously no longer suitable.

His right foot was deformed and atrophied, and his left and right hands twitched from time to time.

"Cough cough cough."

"I haven't been out for a long time, and the sun in the paradise is still so dazzling."

The old monk held a lantern in his hand and hung it tremblingly on the eaves in front of the door. Then he sat on the stairs and squinted his eyes to look at the desert in the distance.

There were dozens of lanterns on the eaves of the temple, all made of rice paper.

Through craftsmanship, the lanterns were painted like living heads, with facial features outlined vividly, and the images were almost all immortals and Buddhas from past dynasties.

There is even a lantern in the corner that looks like Sun Wukong.

The lantern emits a faint light, attracting countless insects to cling to the surface. If you don't look carefully, you will think it is a fly licking a human head.

The old monk said in amazement: "It is wonderful, wonderful."

"Could it be the real scripture mentioned by the holy monk? Calculating the time, the so-called true scripture should indeed be published, interesting."

"Martial Arts Scripture."

"Neither Taoism nor Buddhism, the true scripture is mainly based on the mundane."

The old monk nodded and said: "He is like Jin Chanzi, who can be called a holy monk. I admire him."

When the ancient Buddha Ran Deng said this, his words became sharp.

"Saint monk, why did you choose a mortal? Instead of an immortal or Buddha?"

"The common people in the East are ignorant and don't know the wordless scriptures. Isn't it a waste of the saint's journey?"

He staggered to his feet, his breathing became heavy, and his abdomen made a gurgling sound. The previous kind-hearted Buddha image was swept away.

"Instead of giving it to a mortal, it is better to give the true scriptures to me."