I can't be a demon

There has never been a complete annihilation.

Jingwu was increasingly uneasy. It was very likely that something bad had happened in Guanyin Temple, but they could not get in touch with it.

In the next four days, Elder Jinchi did not come to the door.

Just when Jingwu thought that the three were dead, a figure staggered on the mountain road.

He recognized at a glance that the figure was Qingning, one of the three people in the Black Wind Cave, and could not help but let out a long breath.

Every additional person in the Black Wind Temple meant that he had less chance of facing demons directly.

It also showed that the Black Wind Cave had not yet reached the point of being out of control.

"Qingning, come in!"

Jingwu opened the door and noticed that Qingning's expression was muddle-headed, his magic power was exhausted, and his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

Qingning's breath was disordered, and he kept swallowing his saliva.

Jingwu supported Qingning and asked, "What did you encounter in the Black Wind Cave?"

"I don't...know."

"What about the two people who traveled with you? Could it be that Master Xiongbi...went crazy?"

"I don't...know."

"Not sure?" Jingwu's expression became cold, and he secretly performed the secret technique, "Qingning, I'll ask you again, Black Wind Cave..."

Before he finished speaking, Qingning knelt down and retched, vomiting all the internal organs.

No one noticed that a furry strange face suddenly grew on the back of Qingning's head, and the narrow tongue licked his lips and swept around.

Jingwu was afraid that Qingning would die suddenly, so he quickly fed him a few pills.

"You should rest more, probably because the trip to the Black Wind Cave hurt your soul."

The strange face looked around and noticed that there were only five people in the Black Wind Temple. Except for Jingwu, the two monks were only at the sixth level of Yuandan.

He looked at Shen Lian and his expression became strange.

Because it was not the real body, the strange face could only barely sense the breath emitted by Shen Lian, and heard the latter's crazy laughter.

"Such pure blood, he is a warrior of a high level."

"Could it be the blood food that Guanyin raised in the Black Wind Temple?"

"Well, it's a bit troublesome."

Shen Lian raised his head and looked at the strange face seemingly inadvertently, and then continued to shape the golden body.

"Moyun Cave."

"Hehe, the force that infiltrated Guanyin Zen Temple is still an old friend, the vixen of Moyun Cave, I don't know what their purpose is."

After Shen Lian learned that the second force of Guanyin Zen Temple was Moyun Cave, he secretly made corresponding preparations, mainly to prevent curses.

There are also benefits to offending many cave forces.

Shen Lian killed all the cave forces active in the Tang Dynasty, and only the Taoist tradition of the Four Seas Dragon Palace was retained. The vixen of Moyun Cave had already been contacted two or three times.

"The vixen who came to Guanyin Temple is not simple. I wonder what her purpose is."

Shen Lian accidentally lost his strength, and his prying eyes gradually subsided.

Half a day later, the Bone-shaping and Flesh-filling Sutra was finally perfect.

Perhaps because he was extremely familiar with it, the newly created Bone-shaping and Flesh-filling Sutra had already reached three levels, and it only took time to polish the perfect sixth level.

Shen Lian took advantage of the situation to shape the golden body, and named the golden body with himself as the template as the martial arts golden body.

The martial arts golden body is obviously similar to the mortal golden body, but until he shaped it, he found that the difficulty increased by more than ten times.

It made Shen Lian begin to doubt his life. Is he still a human?

It took six or seven hours to carve a spine, and the number of failures during the period was more than that of the white elephant golden body.

The spine is covered with sharp bone spurs, and it can be stretched into a white bone spine.

If he didn't know the origin of the martial arts golden body, Shen Lian would definitely think it was an unparalleled demon.

Bang.

When the spine was formed, the nutrients in the stomach and intestines swarmed into it.

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows.

The improved natural Tao rhyme was looming on the surface of the spine, and the golden body swallowed and exhaled strength. The extremely pure strength actually had a slight transformation.

The spine was firmly suspended in the lower dantian, without any tendency to collapse.

"I said, it is clearly a natural fairy bone, not a demon."

With the spine as the foundation, it became much easier to complete the skeleton. Not long after, the 3,367 bones were completely complete.

[Martial Arts Golden Body (Incomplete)]

[The martial arts golden body shaped by Shen Lian is the embodiment of martial arts promotion to the eighth realm of divine travel, and can swallow the golden body as one. ]

"Hehe, it is worthy of being the innate horizontal training holy body!"

Thinking carefully, I am in line with the information of the martial arts golden body. From the original mortal body, after the continuous transformation of the pile method and horizontal training, I can reach the level of natural fairy bones now.

As for how to devour the golden body, it is likely that the fishing magic power is needed to breed the golden body method.

"If you want to fill the meat, you don't actually need to add points through the professional panel."

Shen Lian has experience in bone shaping, and quickly mastered how to build muscles. He can compare the flesh at any time and fit the muscles to the golden body skeleton.

The effect of the Great Enlightenment Wine faded, and his comprehension decreased sharply, but it did not affect the practice of the golden body.

Shen Lian was immersed in practice.

It was getting dark, and Elder Jin Chi's footsteps were approaching again.

The monks couldn't help but become nervous. The fox face possessed by Qingning suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the dark night sky with cold eyes.

Dong Dong Dong.

The knock on the door seemed to be the King of Hell asking for his life.

Chapter 263 Black Bear Spirit, You and I are destined to be together.

Elder Jin Chi said: "The Black Wind Temple sent one person to go to the Black Wind Cave along the path in the east to worship the True Lord, and return after dawn."

Jing Wu was overjoyed. With his many years of experience, one person was within a reasonable range, and the disaster of the Black Wind Cave should have been resolved.

"Elder Jin Chi, I wonder if there is anything I noticed."

As soon as Jingwu finished speaking, Elder Jinchi's tone changed.

"Remember, remember!"

"Xiongpi Zhenjun is holding a banquet in Heifeng Cave, and Yuandan is not allowed to enter Heifeng Cave!!!"

"Baihua Zhenjun has been missing for seven days. If you find his remains, send them to Baihua Temple immediately!!!"

"Baiyan Zhenjun, who has just entered Guanyin Zen Temple, has only one junior sister. If you meet someone who claims to be a junior sister, stay away immediately!!!"

Jingwu's expression was extremely stiff, and his teeth were trembling with fear.

In Heifeng Temple, there was no Daoying Seven Realms except himself, and with the so-called banquet, he was probably going to die.

"No, no, no, Elder Jinchi, don't let me go to Heifeng Cave alone. Considering that I have worked diligently for many years, don't..."

Elder Jinchi ignored Jingwu and disappeared as the bell rang.

Jingwu collapsed to the ground with despair on his face. Seeing this, the other monks did not dare to gloat over his misfortune and chose to go back to their rooms to rest.

He knew the consequences of disobeying the order of Elder Jin Chi, and he would die in the temple for no apparent reason.

A moment later.

Jing Wu walked out of the temple, trembling with a lantern.

As soon as he entered the darkness, the cold and damp air hit him. He had not set foot outside for a long time, and he actually felt suffocated.

Jing Wu had been to the Black Wind Cave seven times in total.

Although he escaped unscathed, whenever he recalled the experience of the Black Wind Cave, his whole body trembled, and it was simply horrifying.

Click, click.

There were footsteps behind Jing Wu, and he saw a figure looming in his peripheral vision.

"Who is it..."

The figure had clearly been following him since the Black Wind Temple, and his posture was a little awkward, like a beast imitating the walking of a human.

Jing Wu swallowed his saliva and quickly quickened his pace towards the Black Wind Cave.

The path of the Guanyin Zen Temple was paved with gravel, and there was no light around, and the occasional strange movement could not be found.

As Jingwu approached the Black Wind Cave, the stench in his nose became stronger.

It seemed as if there were countless demons and monsters around him.