I can't be a demon

Shen Lian opened his eyes, and the branches of the banyan tree continued to grow.

The Eighth Brother stood on the branch and screamed strangely, and he guessed that Shen Lian was going to do something big.

After a while, the branches of the banyan tree had reached a height of more than a hundred meters. The branches and leaves blocked the sky and the sun, and the shadow of the bone blade was shrouded in the shade.

………

At the same time, in the darkness of Qingming Temple.

The temple looks magnificent on the surface, but there are passages leading underground in the main hall, and it's a completely different scene inside.

There was red liquid dripping from the cracks in the wall, gathering into small puddles with a foul odor.

Yan Wenxing was walking among them, clutching the magic talisman tightly in his hand. His soul was always on alert. Any movement would cause cardiac arrest.

"Most evil Buddhas are paying attention to the movements of the Demon Lord, so no one should care about this place."

Yan Wen was more nervous than ever. After all, Zhengshen was involved, which was the only hope for the Eight Departments of Ghost City to rebuild the Taoist tradition.

The entire journey was speechless.

He didn't meet any monks, which shows how terrible the oppression caused by Shen Lian was.

When the narrow corridor suddenly opened up, the horrifying sight that greeted him was a ten-meter-long mutilated corpse hanging in the air.

The corpse's vitality was not determined, and it occasionally let out a few weak coughs.

It has the shape of a sheep's head and a human body, with countless vortex scriptures kept in its flesh and blood. It is obviously regarded by Xiao Xitian as a breeding ground for the reproduction of scriptures.

"The God of Finance, the Great Immortal of Sheep Power!"

Yan Wen was overjoyed and took out the healing elixir and approached the Great Immortal Yangli.

"Don't come forward."

Immortal Yangli spoke weakly, his expression full of despair and numbness, and his laborious words made the vortex scripture more active.

"You should leave before Xiao Xitian notices. I am already riddled with wounds and I lost hope of escaping twenty years ago."

Yan Wen's face turned pale, "Zhengshen, you are an Earth Immortal. As long as you get out of trouble, it won't take long for you to return to your prime."

"It's hopeless."

Immortal Yangli smiled bitterly and said: "Even if you leave Qingming Temple, you will have no energy left to go beyond Xiaoxitian. You will be dead."

"But……"

"Amitabha."

Deafening murmurs came from the outside world, and even from a distance, one could feel the light of Buddha descending on Qingming Temple.

Immortal Yangli said in surprise: "Not only Arhats, but also Bodhisattvas appeared. I'm afraid they are not the group of lion spirits in Panhuan Cave."

He couldn't help but ask: "Tell me, who caused the noise?"

"I...just know."

Yan Wen felt the majestic aura of Immortal Yangli and hesitated: "He and his master Gao Qiu are brothers, and they should also be from the Plague Department."

"Plague? Did you see a crow?"

"It seems there is."

Immortal Yangli's pupils narrowed slightly, and then he couldn't help laughing.

"Let me tell you, how could Taozi Wenbu, the reincarnated Tathagata, be willing to succumb to Xiao Xitian? It turns out that Sakyamuni is a fake."

Immortal Yang Li broke free from his restraints and shook off the dense whirlpool scriptures all over his body.

"Let's go! If I can't seize the opportunity to escape, Master Dao, I will be reduced to a piece of meat sooner or later. I have been waiting for today."

Yan Wen was stunned on the spot, and the Great Immortal Yang Li sneered: "Master Tao, I've been in the oil pan before, and I've never been able to die so easily."

Immortal Yangli grabbed Yan Wen and walked out of the aisle in a few steps.

At this moment, there are seven phantoms standing in the Qingming Temple. Their flesh and skin are full of whirlpools, and the exposed head is a giant lion's head.

They put their hands together and pretended to worship Buddha devoutly.

"Yellow lion, raccoon lion, snow lion, Suan Ni, Baize, Fuli, and Tuanxiang."

Five of the seven lions present have reached the level of Earth Immortal, and the tallest one, Bai Ze, has reached the second level of Earth Immortal.

This siege against Shen Lian was somewhat filled with old and new grudges.

There was dead silence on both sides, and no one took the initiative to take action. The Seven Lions were all waiting for Shen Lian to react, trying to figure out the latter's reality.

Great Immortal Yangli licked his lips, "Panhuan Cave has indeed been merged into Xiaoxitian. What did Huang Mei promise to Jiuling Yuan Sheng?"

"Could it be..."

"Huang Mei found a way to enter the ancient heaven?"

Immortal Yang Li's eyes flashed with enthusiasm. It was rumored that the last peach fair held in the ancient heaven was deeply involved, causing many immortals to transcend.

Yan Wen asked hesitantly: "Grandmaster Yangli, who...is he?"

"Who is it?"

"He is Gao Qiu's senior brother, the Taoist disciple of the Wen tribe, a living immortal Buddha, and the contemporary Martial Ancestor. His Taoist name is Tianwen, and his name is Shen Lian."

Yan Wen's pupils were shaking.

He did hear his master mention that Xiaoxitian had not yet been established at that time, but Xiaoleiyin Temple had already descended into the ghost market, causing internal and external troubles in the Eight Departments.

Gao Qiu is extremely confident that once his senior brother returns to the ghost market, the troubles in Babu will be put down.

Later, when Sakyamuni was born, Gao Qiu never said similar words again. He just kept busy preserving the last fire of the Eight Parts.

Immortal Yang Li noticed the gazes cast by the seven lions and coughed several times.

The earthworm-like vortex scriptures crawled out from the mouth and nose, and after falling to the ground, the surrounding monks leaned over to snatch them feverishly, hoping to refine the Sanskrit scriptures.

"Let's go, they won't waste their energy on me, Master Dao."

Immortal Yangli walked away quickly, and wherever he passed, monks were snatching the vortex scriptures. Most of the monks were unable to refine them and exploded.

Yan Wen discovered that something was wrong with the Great Immortal Yangli, and had completely lost his consciousness. Niwan Palace had been occupied by the Whirlpool Scriptures.

Like a Cordyceps sinensis.

"Hmm."

Bai Ze pinched his fingers with his right hand and stretched out his hand to touch the Sheep Power Immortal.

Click click click.

A crack appeared on the back of the Great Immortal Yang Li, and the vortex scripture was about to burst out of his body. His only thought was to go to the area covered by the shadow.

Yan Wen was also swallowed by the scripture, and his limbs were twisted and broken.

A group of monks made way for the two to sink into the shadow.

Bai Ze nodded with a smile, and his immortal soul guided the scripture in the body of the Great Immortal Yang Li out of control. In an instant, a large amount of scripture soared into the sky.

"I didn't expect Shen Lian to intervene in Xiao Xitian."

The snow lion looked at the shadow, "Let's get rid of him as soon as possible, otherwise we won't be able to catch up with the last Peach Banquet in the Ancient Heaven."

"Indeed, that is a great opportunity, and it is not easy for the ancestors to fight for us."

The seven lions talked and laughed with each other, not taking Shen Lian seriously.

Although more than three hundred years have passed, they don't think Shen Lian can be promoted to a terrestrial immortal, and even if he has the strength to fight, he can't resist Sanskrit.

After all, Sanskrit is the Mahayana Buddhism that Huang Mei learned from the Ancient Heaven.

"Huh?"

Bai Ze's expression changed.

At the top of the towering banyan tree, a man appeared without knowing when.

The man had been watching them for a long time, ignoring the groups of scriptures wandering in the shadows, and the vortex was constantly twisting everything it touched.

Yang Li Daxian stood on a shorter branch, and unexpectedly did not die suddenly as expected.

"Seven Lions of Panhuan Cave, I didn't expect that you had such a good life in Xiaoxitian."

Shen Lian squeezed out a sentence lightly.

Bai Ze couldn't help but lose his mind, and then he found that the scriptures in the shadows were wandering around Shen Lian.

"You sent a lot of food, so I will accept it with pleasure."

As soon as the voice fell.

Shen Lian opened his mouth, and the scriptures rushed to his throat, and the experience progress of the Qu Zhenjing increased visibly.

Yang Li Daxian trembled with fear, and felt that the picture was extremely weird.

In addition to the Qu Zhenjing, it can be seen that Shen Lian's body and soul contain other scriptures. The two types of scriptures are obviously in conflict and can tear the body and soul apart at any time.

Shen Lian stared at the occupation panel, and the Qu Zhenjing had reached 100%.

The characteristic of the Qu Zhenjing is its wide spread. Its power is not as strong as the Taoist and Buddhist scriptures, otherwise it would not be able to coexist with the ordinary world.

[Do you want to consume 146 points to combine the martial arts scriptures and the Qu Zhenjing]