I can't be a demon

Ma Wanhu was very excited.

The Jinwu Guard was in decline, and most of the Wanhu were killed or injured.

If there were one or two new Wanhu to fill the vacancy, the pressure on the court would be relieved a lot.

Shen Lian threw out the ghost gourd.

The amount of medicinal wine in the gourd was amazing, and the efficacy of the medicine would be greatly reduced after being promoted to the Eighth Realm of Divine Wandering, so there was no need to be too stingy.

The long-term stability of the Tang Dynasty was closely related to the experience gained by each profession.

Chapter 256 Farewell to an old friend

"Amitabha, Junior Brother, you should also leave Panchang Mountain as soon as possible. Staying here for a long time will easily cause the dream to collapse prematurely."

After Sha Wujing finished speaking, he disappeared with his three disciples.

Shen Lian looked around and found that the shallow dream had disappeared. "Dreams are really fragile, otherwise I can retreat to impact the Eighth Realm of Divine Wandering."

"Stupid~~"

The starling showed a contemptuous look. Most of the appetite of the bone blade came from Shen Lian, otherwise it would not have gnawed the dream into pieces.

A large amount of wine gushed out of the wine gourd, and soon a pool of water accumulated in the mountains, and the extremely strong medicinal fragrance wafted away.

Everyone was relaxed and happy, and their bodies and souls became unusually active.

"A Lian."

Shen Hansheng couldn't wait to come over and whispered: "Son, do you know? Our ancestor is actually Tianpeng Zhenjun, so he has extraordinary martial arts talent..."

Shen Lian's mouth twitched, and he noticed that Shen Hansheng was only half a step away from the sixth level of Yuandan.

The human father chattered about what he had seen and heard recently, and occasionally he could dream of Tianpeng Zhenjun teaching him the tricks of cultivation.

It can be seen that the human father and the ghost father get along very well.

Shen Lian originally didn't plan to let Shen Hansheng come to Lion Camel Ridge for retreat, but natural disasters and man-made disasters are the main colors of the Journey to the West world. Even if the human father is not exposed to cultivation, it is difficult to stay away from demons.

"Old man, has Yanshan encountered any disasters in the past six months?"

"Disasters?"

Shen Hansheng hesitated for a few breaths, "There is a locust plague in the north of Yanshan, but because of the mountain range, it has not affected Yanshan."

"Yeah."

"It's strange." Shen Hansheng smiled and added: "When the locust plague just ended, it is said that a large number of women in Liangzhen, north of Yanshan, were pregnant. Some people said that the disaster touched the local spiritual veins."

Shen Lian frowned slightly, but did not delve into it.

There are too many strange things in this world, and many times they are even incomprehensible. Behind them may be a demon with ten thousand years of Taoism.

"A Lian, take good care of yourself for the next fifty years."

"Old man, you have been in seclusion for fifty years, and I have been in the outside world for at most a few quarters of an hour."

"Is that so."

Shen Hansheng scratched his head, but did not ask the reason for the different speed of time.

"Old man, I'll go first. You should be patient in seclusion. It will take you at least ten or twenty years to reach the sixth level of Yuandan."

"You underestimate me."

Shen Hansheng was full of confidence, muttering that he wanted to open a new page of the family tree.

Shen Lian turned to Ma Wanhu and said, "Master Ma, please allocate the resources needed for seclusion. I will provide you with some longevity wine, mainly to suppress the previous injuries."

"Don't waste it. I know my situation well."

"Hahaha, I can't live well, but I can't die either. An old man who doesn't die is a thief. A mere half a hundred can't kill me."

Shen Lian didn't force it. He only respected Ma Wanhu.

Ma Wanhu nodded and quickly asked Su Yu to inform the other cultivators.

Shen Lian escaped from the dream and saw the busy figures of the three demons of Lion Camel Ridge, arranging a magic circle around the cave, mainly to prevent Lion Camel Ridge from falling deeper into the underworld.

The surroundings were still covered with yellow sand, and the breath of the Immortal God Platform could be vaguely sensed.

Although the body and soul of the demons born through the Immortal God Platform are similar to those of the original owner, their intelligence is quite low, which can prevent them from losing control in a sense.

Shen Lian found Sha Wujing's location with a few flashes.

Sha Wujing secretly performed the taboo, constantly twisting the Immortal God Platform in front of him, and gradually gave birth to a eagle, a lion and two evil ghosts from the same origin.

Shen Lian did not disturb Sha Wujing, but only noticed the latter's unstable state.

Sha Wujing's Taoism was at its peak for 90,000 years, but he turned into the three demons of Lion Camel Ridge for 30,000 years, and left a corpse in the Flowing Sand River.

Now, with 50,000 years of Taoism, can he really reach the Western Spiritual Mountain safely?

The Taoism of the peerless demons is very different every 10,000 years. Sha Wujing obviously cut off one arm by himself, and I don't know what the meaning is.

After a long time.

Sha Wujing suppressed his resentment, "Don't worry about it anymore. In the next twenty years, the three ghosts will wake up one after another to guard Lion Camel Ridge."

"Brother Sha, when do you plan to leave?"

"After the mortals come out of retreat, it's almost time to go on the journey to the west again. Even if the journey is smooth, it will probably take three or four hundred years."

Shen Lian asked curiously, "Brother, don't you think there's something missing?"

Sha Wujing looked puzzled.

"If you are seeking the true scriptures, you should bring a horse, right?"

"How can a horse withstand the erosion of the Quicksand River?"

Shen Lian smiled, "Brother, I know there is a cave with a deep dragon trapped in it, which is just right for transportation."

Since Sha Wujing is deliberately trying to get close to the four people who are seeking the scriptures, the white dragon horse must be indispensable.

The Eagle Sorrow Stream has not been opened yet. If you want to meet the requirements of the white dragon horse, you must go to the Four Seas Dragon Palace. The problem is that the Dragon Palace is extremely dangerous, and you have to rely on chance to enter and exit the cave.

Shen Lian's target was the Wansheng Dragon Mother of Bi Bo Tan.

"It's feasible."

Sha Wujing agreed, and the Panchang Mountain began to collapse while the two were chatting.

Fifty years passed in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, a continuous stream of figures jumped out from Panchang Mountain.

The first to bear the brunt was Wang Xin, whose cultivation was close to breaking the pill and becoming an infant, followed by Ye Lan, Zuo Yan and other thousand households, but unfortunately they had not yet been promoted to the eighth realm of Shenyou.

"Huh?"

Shen Lian showed surprise on his face. He did not expect Zhang Yuanzhen to successfully break through the eighth realm of Shenyou.

Zhang Yuanzhen had been hesitating whether to switch to martial arts. Even after fifty years of seclusion, he had not made up his mind and finally focused on internal strength.

He did not need to spend a lot of time switching to martial arts, but it was a blessing in disguise and he went one step further.

Shen Lian could see the regret in Zhang Yuanzhen's eyes. Only when he reached the eighth realm of Shenyou of internal strength could he know the difference between the Taoism.

The eighth realm of Shenyou is the upper limit of internal strength, but it is just the beginning for immortal methods.

Xinshan and other warriors generally have the cultivation of the third realm after Yuandan.

Shen Hansheng has reached the perfection of Yuandan, but there are obviously more than a dozen less warriors.

After all, martial arts is still in the stage of groping forward. The experience provided by Shen Lian may not be suitable for mortals, and it is inevitable that some martial artists will die.

Ma Wanhu walked at the end.

Shen Lian couldn't help but be shocked when he saw Ma Wanhu.

It was just a few words for him, but Ma Wanhu seemed to have gone through half of his life. His body and soul were extremely dry, his back was hunched, and most of the vitality in his body had dissipated unconsciously.

Ma Wanhu was the only one among all the people whose cultivation had not improved but regressed.

His aura fell to the seventh level of Daoying.

Su Yu supported Ma Wanhu, who was still smiling.

Zuo Yan hurriedly asked: "Master Shen, do you have any way to prolong my life?"

"No need." Ma Wanhu refused: "I am already 500 years old. I am tired of living. There is no need to force myself to live."

He saw Shen Lian's mouth slightly open, and said with a smile: "I will hand over the Jinwu Guard to Zhang Yuanzhen. In the next few years, many fellow practitioners will step into the Eight Realms of Divine Travel. The future of the Tang Dynasty is promising."

"Master Ma, I will send you back to the capital."

"Okay, okay."

Shen Lian's mind moved slightly, and the roots of the teleportation tree drilled out of the soil. Except for Zhang Yuanzhen, all the warriors were sent back to the Yanshan area.

"Junior Brother Huang Ya."

Buzz...

The old elephant Huang Ya let out a long cry, and Shen Lian came to his senses and was already in the capital.