I can't be a demon

During this period, the centipede shed its skin countless times, and its body length gradually reached over two meters. At first glance, it looked like a centipede-like dragon.

Especially the head, the tentacles on the top of the head are hardened into dragon horns, and the mouthparts are hideous and terrifying.

What makes Shen Lian strange is that even though the centipede's true dragon bloodline is very pure, it still retains the characteristics of an insect.

He suspected that the demonic form of the stone eggs was uncertain and would definitely derive all kinds of strange forms.

Shen Lian stared at the career panel for a long time, and then canceled Bi Mawen's promotion to the second level.

He found that even if Centipede was full of experience, it still continued to grow, and its experience progress had reached 137.99% in a short period of time.

The size of the centipede is still expanding, but Daoxing is stuck at less than a thousand years and cannot make any progress due to the restrictions of the first-level profession.

Shen Lian was happy to see it.

He also hopes to use Centipede to sneak into the Four Seas Dragon Palace.

Whenever high-quality wine is brewed, sea people can usually follow it to the Dragon Palace and become warriors dedicated to serving the real dragon.

If I raise a dragon insect with ten thousand years of cultivation in just half a year, the Four Seas Dragon Palace will definitely be afraid of it, and it will indeed be an eyesore.

Shen Lian even considered that Bi Mawen would be promoted to the fourth level in one go once he had enough experience.

"Eighth Master."

"Gah? Why are you calling Master Ba?"

Starling stopped on the beam to comb his feathers, his face full of vigilance when he heard Shen Lian's call.

Shen Lian smiled flatteringly, and there were Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's fingers in his palm. Seeing this, Bago instinctively dived to swallow the fingers.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ba, you are still some time away from reaching the seventh level."

Shen Lian put away his fingers and secretly communicated with the teleportation tree.

The teleport tree roots must form a tree hole in the corner of the wall.

"Eighth Master, please eat more ghosts, and you can advance to the seventh level earlier. By then, your Taoism will be at least 40,000 years old."

"Quack, quack, quack."

The myna raised its head and screamed strangely, and immediately prepared to get into the tree hole.

"Eighth Master, please go to Pansi Cave when you have time. Whether it is the Spider Spirit or the Hundred-Eyed Demon King, there must be old shells left behind in the cave."

Shen Lian guessed that insect-related demon professions should be very suitable for Bima Wen, not because of the dragon-eyed ghost insects turned into stone eggs, but insects are known for their change.

Ba Ge glanced at Shen Lian and disappeared into the tree hole.

"Ba Ye is awesome."

Shen Lian took back the ghost gourd and ingested the remaining two wine bugs into the treasure.

He noticed that the wine worm and the ghost gourd complemented each other and tried to combine them, maybe there would be a chance to make the ghost gourd go further.

Compared to the Dragon Fish Robe, which is already a medium-level treasure, if Gui Gourd wants to be promoted to a medium-level treasure, it will probably take a hundred years to warm it up before it even has a chance.

Shen Lian had no choice but to find another way to imprint the aura of the treasure on the wine worm.

The ghost gourd originally contained insects, but they were just Gu insects refined by Ghost Girl.

As a result, as soon as the wine bug entered the ghost gourd, it transformed after a simple refining process, and then turned around and killed all the Gu bugs.

Shen Lian was distracted during his practice and discovered that the wine bug had become part of the treasure.

The alcohol is rising.

Just two wine bugs increased the medicinal power by half out of thin air. The wine bugs did not transform into a real dragon, providing the effect of pure medicinal wine.

The lines on the surface of the ghost gourd have changed slightly, but they are still far from being promoted.

Shen Lian was very satisfied. He naturally hoped that Ghost Gourd would always be a support player. The importance of this treasure was actually far greater than that of the Dragon Fish Robe.

In the following days, nothing strange happened again in Yingchoujian.

Shen Lian never left the wine shop.

With the cultivation level of other immortals, half a year is just a short nap.

Gu Fu sealed off the 100 meters where Shen Lian was, and the nearby sea dwellers moved out of their houses for fear of disturbing the powerful immortal master.

As the visitors from the Dragon Palace approached, the aroma of wine that enveloped Yingchou Stream became stronger and stronger.

Hundreds of bottles of wine in the city have been moved to the government office, mainly to prevent accidents, and are guarded by Zhang Captou day and night.

………

In early spring, Yingchoujian welcomes the rainy season that lasts for more than ten days.

Rumble.

Thunder struck the ears, and the Yingchou Stream was half a meter deep even during the day.

Sea people have long been accustomed to fishing by boat every day, and a statue of the Dragon King will be erected on the bow of the boat, and a stick of incense will be burned in the morning and evening.

It's just that the Dragon King is a little weird, his head is three or four times the size of an ordinary person.

Gu Fu had a premonition that the immortal from the Dragon Palace was about to arrive, so he held a banquet at the government house two days ago and waited for the immortal at the door day and night.

His county magistrate was not affiliated with the Tang Dynasty, but was actually under the jurisdiction of the Sihai Dragon Palace.

With just one word from the Dragon Palace Immortal, Yingchoujian could be turned upside down, and the heads of tens of thousands of sea people were tied to Gu Fu's waist.

Zhang Captou took stock of the wine jars, his expression showing some excitement.

Yingchoujian obtained very few wine bugs each time. Fortunately, there were not many winemaking failures this time. There were a total of seventy-three jars of low-grade wine.

“Maybe we’ll get a few good wine bugs next year.”

"For 10% higher quality wine, our Yingchoujian's resources will increase by 70% to 80%."

At this time, Gu Fu interrupted Zhang Baotou's thoughts, "The immortal is here!"

Zhang Captou took a closer look and saw a huge object emerging from the rough sea. Wherever it passed, the rainy season stopped and the thunder disappeared.

The sea people knelt on the ground and shouted the word "true dragon" in their mouths.

Even though the dragon shadow has a big head and a narrow body, like a deformed product, the sea people don't take it seriously. After all, this is what they know about real dragons.

When Gu Fu and Gu Fu were in a trance, the Dragon Palace Immortal had fallen into the government.

The visitor was wearing a Taoist robe covered with scales, his huge head was full of veins, his limbs were extremely thin, and water vapor gushes out from his mouth and nose.

Gu Fu turned pale with fright after just one glance.

"He is so outstanding, he must be the son-in-law of the dragon who holds a high position!!!"

Captain Zhang even realized that the cultivation of the Dragon Palace Immortal had reached the eighth level, no wonder he could easily affect the celestial phenomena in Yingchoujian.

However, they were a little confused, why did they feel that the Dragon Palace Immortal... was far inferior to Shen Lian?

"I meet the Immortal Master! We have deliberately prepared a banquet, please take a seat!"

Ao Peng did not even look at the banquet, and with a flick of his long sleeves, the seals of the wine jars were all removed, and the extremely rich aroma of wine spread immediately.

All kinds of dragon beasts were soaked in the wine.

For example, the middle-grade Bamboo Leaf Green is a long green snake with dragon horns on its forehead.

Or the low-grade Golden Eye Wine, the dragon beast is a toad with dragon skin.

All dragon beasts have similar auras. If Shen Lian was there, he would definitely realize that the auras all came from the corpse of the little white dragon.

"Not bad, there are ten more jars than five years ago."

Ao Peng mentioned it indifferently, without any praise at all.

Captain Zhang was about to speak but stopped. Gu Fu grabbed the former's wrist, fearing that he might offend the immortals in the Dragon Palace because of his careless words.

"County Magistrate, are all the wines in Yingchoujian in the government?"

"Master, the quantity has been checked and they are all in the government."

Ao Peng ignored the two of them. White smoke spread from his mouth and nose. With the help of the white smoke, his soul left his body and looked for any wine worms that were missed.

"Huh?"

His expression changed slightly, and he narrowed his eyes and stared at Gu Fu and the others.

"There is another jar in the South City District. The wine worms in it have become dragons. How dare you deceive the Dragon Palace? Do you want to die?"

Gu Fu and the others slammed their heads to the ground, and their clothes were soaked with sweat.

"South City District, right!"

"Some time ago, a disciple of the Dragon Palace Immortal Master came to Yingchoujian, and I gave him three middle-low-quality wine worms to make wine."

"Disciple of the Immortal Master?"

"It was the Immortal Master Zhu Ganglie who temporarily lived in Yingchoujian a hundred years ago."

"I haven't heard of him." Ao Peng's expression eased a little, and he put all the wine in his bag, and took Gu Fu and the others to the South City District.

He walked hurriedly, and greed could not be suppressed in his eyes.

The aroma of the wine was so mellow, even more exaggerated than the top-quality wine worm after turning into a dragon. Could it be that the so-called disciple of the Immortal Master accidentally brewed the blood of a real dragon?

Gu Fu and the others looked at each other, but Shen Lian had saved their lives, so it was difficult to say anything.