I can't be a demon

I don’t know how much time has passed.

As the destination approaches, a light salty taste floods your mouth and nose.

Taoist Fushan had an ugly expression on his face, and his eyes were fixed on the end of the endless forest, where mist could be seen rising into the sky.

He looked at his arms again, and there was sweat seeping out of the pores and evaporating along with it.

"Taboo, or disease?"

The water mist gathers to form thick layers of clouds.

The most iconic thing about the Flat Peach Club is a 100-meter-long flat peach tree with scattered figures walking around the trunk.

"Something's wrong. Why is there such a taboo existence of ten thousand-year-old ghosts around Pantao?"

Taoist Qingshan groaned, sweat leaking out of his pores uncontrollably, and then his body temperature began to rise, and the sweat turned into mist and dispersed.

Fushan Taoist also had the same symptoms.

They can clearly notice that they are infected with some kind of disease, and the water in their bodies is losing a lot, and it has even begun to affect Dao Ying.

Shen Lian quickly followed suit, but he absorbed the water mist back into his body as he breathed.

He said calmly: "It seems that there are more than just land gods in the Pantao Society. Hundreds of miles around have been shrouded in the [night sweat] disease."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sea of ​​clouds above the 100-meter-long peach tree surged.

A giant shadow of seventy or eighty meters is looming.

The giant shadow in the cloud has no human form at all, and is actually made up of massive [Night Sweat Immortal Seeds], like countless mayflies gathered together.

The mayfly turned into the shape of the intestines and stomach, constantly spitting out water mist, and resentment spread everywhere.

Shen Lian could not tell the path of the giant shadow in the clouds. It was at least close to 20,000 years ago. The taboo in the ghost realm was to spread the night sweat disease.

"That's..." Taoist Fushan opened his mouth wide, with fear in his eyes.

"I think it should be Nuo Immortal of the Plague Department."

The giant shadow in the cloud exudes the resentment of a ten-thousand-year-old ghost, but it is composed of fairy seeds.

Not surprisingly, it should be the demon that was created after the Plague monks failed to become land gods and their bodies and souls were devoured by the immortal seeds.

The Nuo immortals who turned into demons no longer reproduced, and the immortal seeds only formed a stomach.

"Nuo Immortal?!"

Taoist Qingshan felt a chill running down his spine and murmured: "It is indeed true. There are relevant records in the Sanqing Temple in Chechi Kingdom. The Nuo Immortal of the Wenbu is also called... [The Stomach of the Moral God]."

Taoist Fushan smiled bitterly and said, "Why do Nuo immortals appear in the Pantao Society?"

"Teach the Tao."

There was an extra flat peach fruit in Shen Lian's hand. Ever since the fruit was picked, the little person inside had fallen into a deep sleep. However, after being in the Nuo Immortal Ghost Domain, there were signs of waking up again.

"It seems that the source of the disciples of the Plague Department is the flat peach fruits. They are given the corresponding Taoist inheritance through the immortal seeds of Nuo Immortal."

The so-called Peach Club is also a ceremony for the Plague Department to recruit disciples.

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes and reminded: "Try to close the pores and never die of dehydration."

As he spoke, he took out a few drops of Tianhe water and handed them to the two of them, "Each drop of Tianhe water is equivalent to the amount of water in a pond. Holding it under your tongue will ensure that your physical body will not be seriously injured."

"Thank you... Lord Plague Immortal."

The two people had complicated expressions and did not dare to call Shen Lian by his real name, so they followed closely one behind the other.

After a long time, Shen Lian put away the dark clouds and came to the bottom of the 100-meter-long peach tree. He could see that the branches were covered with fruits, but there were no villains inside. Instead, they contained all kinds of strange treasures from heaven and earth.

By communicating with Pantao, Yuanshen can learn how much longevity is required for the goods. It can be seen that the only money circulating in the deep ghost market is longevity.

There were not many monks present, and more than a dozen monks from the Plague Department were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed.

They are all at the ninth level of Tiangong. It can be seen that they have high seniority. They come to Pantao Club to allocate disciples who have just started.

The plague monks were affected by night sweats, and the sweat continued to evaporate.

However, he has long been accustomed to the Nuo Immortal, and occasionally takes elixirs to replenish water. Instead, he uses the ghost realm of the Nuo Immortal to practice his own immortality.

Taoist Qingshan was relieved. It seemed that Biyun should not be taken seriously in Pantao Society.

"Well, Biyun, come here."

Elder Wen crosses his legs at the head of the throne, and between his eyebrows are the lines of the scriptures transformed from immortal seeds.

Although he has set foot on the land of immortals, his body and soul state is visibly unstable, and his self-created incomplete scriptures always have obvious flaws.

"It's fatal."

When they heard Elder Wen calling Shen Lian, the two of them in Qingshan were frightened.

Shen Lian looked shameless, as if he didn't know what nervousness was. He saluted Elder Wen and said, "I have met the elder."

"Biyun, you... have set foot in the Eighth Realm."

As soon as Elder Plague opens his mouth, his body becomes shriveled up, and then returns to its original state after closing his mouth, which shows the instability of his body and soul.

"yes."

Shen Lian used all his strength to hold part of the heat stroke germs exposed, trying to imitate Biyun's breath.

He was ready to escape at any time. The teleportation tree was half a meter underground. He was confident that he could resist a few attacks from the land gods.

Shen Lian actually had no idea, he just guessed that the monks from the Plague Department could not use their soul.

The Yuan Shen is used to contain immortal seeds, and it should not be released easily.

"The body and soul are stable, Biyun, your qualifications are pretty good."

Elder Wen nodded and said, "When the Nuo Immortal preaches and teaches, you can watch from the sidelines. Maybe you can understand a little bit."

After finishing speaking, he continued to close his eyes and rest, ignoring the two people in Fushan.

Shen Lian raised his eyebrows. The qualifications of Wuzhuangguan mainly depend on spiritual roots and immortal bones, while the Eight Departments of Ghost Market focus on whether the body and soul are stable.

It can be seen that every time they break through, there is a high probability that they will have to experience a narrow escape.

Shen Lian didn't consider that his condition was too stable and seemed to attract the attention of the elders. Could it be possible that he could obtain the orthodoxy of the Plague Department by accident?

The ghost Taoist boy led the three people to a place near the edge and sat down.

"Please offer peaches to the Plague Immortal."

Shen Lian took out ten peaches, and the soul in the Niwan Palace quietly entered one of them.

The Taoist boy took it respectfully and buried the peaches at the bottom of the tree. The night sweat fairy seed acted on the fruit core man invisibly. If he could survive the baptism of the disease, he could join the Plague Department.

The Taoist Qingshan let out a long breath. Seeing that he had sneaked into the Peach Banquet, the next step was just...

Suddenly.

His expression was extremely stiff, and he saw a crow perched on the branch of the Peach Tree.

When he looked up again, the crow had disappeared, but the Taoist Qingshan still recognized it at a glance. The crow was the guardian ghost.

"He... he really wants to make trouble. He will die. He will definitely die!!!"

Chapter 295 I'm really just eating melons

Shen Lian also noticed the elusive starling.

He was a little nervous because of the little action of the soul splitting, and the appearance of the starling frightened him immediately, and his breath almost revealed a flaw.

"The stupid bird is too bold. What the hell is going in and out of the caves? Is it possible that it is choosing a cave to occupy the mountain as the king?"

Shen Lian was secretly shocked, and his eyes swept over the plague department Nuo fairy who was making trouble.

"As a demon, does the starling have enough to show off in front of the Nuo fairy?"

The starling was obviously very familiar with the ghost market. Even if there was a Nuo fairy above his head and a land fairy under his feet, he didn't seem to be afraid at all.

In a flash, he disappeared again.

"My dear, I've been paying more attention to the birth of Little Leiyin Temple recently."

"You're not just going to the Peach Banquet for nothing, haha, that means Little Leiyin Temple will also show up at the Peach Banquet."

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes, and then the Plague Department monks arrived one after another, all of whom were at the seventh or eighth realms, similar to Biyun. The Plague Department elders looked at them one by one, and soon closed their eyes again in disappointment.

They all had signs of disease on their bodies, and were far less stable than Shen Lian.

"My goodness, the Plague Department's criterion for judging a promising talent is just like a person."

The Nuo Immortal in the air became more and more active, swallowing and spitting out a large amount of mist.

Shen Lian was full of thoughts, "The Plague Department Nuo Immortal is called the stomach of the Moral Heavenly Venerable, and what about the Nuo Immortals transformed by the other seven departments of monks, could it be that each of them is the internal organs of the Three Pure Ones?"

He suppressed his distracting thoughts and found that no one was paying attention to him, and his original spirit communicated with his split soul.

The peach that the soul entered was a dead fruit. The little man inside had already stopped breathing and easily attached himself to the latter's Niwan Palace.

The little man's body structure is almost the same as that of ordinary people.

The only thing missing is the stomach.

It can be seen that the newly bred little men are to accept the Taoist tradition of the night sweat immortal seed.