I can't be a demon

A strong rotten smell filled the air, and pus and blood seeped out from the cracks in the main hall's door.

The body of the Dragon King of the North Sea has become more and more decayed, but the strength of his soul has become more and more intense. He needs to take a large amount of alcohol worms every day to maintain his vitality.

The most chilling thing is that the Dragon King of the North Sea extends his dragon beard outside the Dragon Palace.

When it was withdrawn, the dragon's beard actually wrapped around more than a dozen dilapidated dragon corpses, and their flesh and blood exuded a faint aura of underworld.

Click click click.

The sound of chewing is endless.

Under such circumstances, all alchemists are in danger.

Ao Peng's expression was solemn, and he hurried towards the entrance and exit of the Dragon Palace. However, after only a few days, his appearance became different.

His back was curved, and skinny arms sprouted from his ribs.

It's like a centipede spirit that has transformed into a human form. At the same time, its cultivation level has been successfully promoted to the ninth level, and its aura does not look like it has just been broken through.

"What does the death of the old dragon have to do with me? I have already received such an opportunity. I can become an immortal after leaving the Beihai Dragon Palace and practicing hard for a few years!"

As Ao Peng murmured, his soul swept away the magic weapon from the wine jar he was holding.

Inside the magic weapon is a giant monster that looks like an insect or a dragon. It is frantically eating resources and sheds an old shell every few moments.

It is nearly ten meters in size but has only nine hundred years of Taoism. It seems to be no threat, but Ao Peng can detect the terrifying threat of the centipede. This object is simply unconventional.

Ao Peng breathed rapidly, took out the old centipede shell and swallowed it.

He also accidentally discovered the magical power of the old centipede shell. Whenever he took it, his body and soul had the illusion that he was about to transcend the world.

It doesn't matter if the breath is unstable, improvement of cultivation is the key.

"Perhaps this is the transformation into an immortal recorded in the classics? There is no point in transforming into a human and a dragon. The only way is to transform into an immortal..."

Ao Peng was immersed in his own ambition and came to the secluded Dragon Palace gate.

Throwing the dragon tendon lock, just as he was about to climb out of the Beihai Dragon Palace, the centipede in the magic weapon grew strange, and a faint evil aura filled the air.

Ao Peng was stunned for a moment when several rays of light flashed through the darkness.

"Well."

Ao Peng's eyes widened, and the soul in his dantian was severely injured. Then he saw a figure slowly approaching him in the darkness.

"Ao Hanyang..."

The person who came was none other than one of the few Nine Realm alchemists in Beihai Dragon Palace.

Ao Hanyang glanced at Ao Peng coldly, and reached out to grab the wine jar, "In just a few days, you have reached the ninth level and above from the eighth level. Don't think that others are stupid, junior brother. By chance, those with ability will live there."

Aopeng Yuanshen was destroyed, and his body was thrown into the underworld where demons were everywhere.

Ao Hanyang looked greedy and tried to feed various resources to the centipede. After getting the old shell, he immediately understood Ao Peng's secret.

"If you don't know how to make use of opportunities, you can't become an immortal by just swallowing the old shell."

"When the fairy insect transforms, refining it directly is the best option."

"But be careful. It is estimated that many people have noticed Ao Peng's strangeness. Even the three immortals have their own ideas."

Ao Hanyang quietly returned to the Dragon Palace.

Not long after, three or four more figures appeared in front of the door.

It can be predicted that in this troubled time, the stones that can increase cultivation will definitely attract a large number of alchemists to compete openly and covertly.

………

Deep in the Dragon Palace of the North Sea.

Xi Baolin and others were covered in blood and followed Shen Lian based on the shallow footprints on the ground.

They could clearly feel the aura of demons permeating the air, and peeps were constantly scanning the dilapidated buildings around them.

I didn't sleep a wink for days and nights, and even in the Five Innate Realms I felt a little sluggish.

"Is...is there...a demon following us?"

The strong man pointed behind him in horror. In the dark place where the light could not reach, there was a twisted and deformed dragon demon, his eyes full of greed.

There are few strong men in the depths of the Dragon Palace, and now they are no different from the fish on the chopping board.

An old man took a few steps back and murmured desperately: "How could a strong man kill a real dragon? He must be a demon in disguise, just to lure us deep into the Dragon Palace and eat it."

"Shut up!"

Hong Changli spat out a mouthful of blood. The wounds in his mouth that were corroded by the demonic energy were difficult to recover from. Once the demonic energy entered his brain, he would definitely die.

"Ever since I was a child, I have had a doubt: Why do demons cultivate themselves into mortals? Shouldn't mortals be their blood food?"

Hong Changli looked at the old man and said word by word: "The answer lies ahead."

"But I can't hold it anymore."

Hong Changli smiled. His teeth had fallen out due to gum erosion.

"What you and I have experienced should not be repeated from generation to generation. I only want a technique that can free the sea people from the shackles of the true dragon."

He distributed the remaining water and food to the remaining warriors.

"If a demon attacks, I will take the initiative to risk myself. You must remember to pass on the skills by word of mouth until they are handed over to thousands of sea people outside."

The warriors were silent, but a fire was already burning in their hearts.

Even though the journey ahead became increasingly unfamiliar, they never hesitated and continued walking for most of the day without any danger.

What puzzled all the warriors was that the closer they got to Shen Lian's position, the fewer the demons became.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The leader, Hong Changli, froze on the spot, and the others stopped one by one.

In the courtyard with more than a dozen coral rockeries, Shen Lian was sitting on the top of the highest rockery, nodding towards them.

Shen Lian's energy and blood were unreserved, and his whole body crackled.

Previously, the demonic aura of the scholar Xiao Bailong enveloped the study, and the energy and blood were not obvious, but now it is presented in the most intuitive way.

At this moment, their expressions seemed to be worshiping gods.

"Yes, even if our ancestors have been affiliated with Beihai Dragon Palace for generations, there are still warriors among the sea people, and they are still somewhat ambitious."

Shen Lian waved and waited for the warriors to gather.

He had just disposed of the body and soul of the scholar Xiao Bailong. Not only had he created a [Eight-Part Heavenly Dragon Golden Body], but he had also harvested dozens of wine bugs.

The wine bugs have been integrated into the ghost gourd, making the medicinal wine brewed by the treasure even more fragrant.

"Since you are here, I naturally understand your thoughts."

Shen Lian activated the ghost gourd, and the medicinal wine fell on the heads of the warriors. Their injuries healed, and their strength even slightly improved.

"Thank you, Immortal, for your enlightenment!"

All the warriors saluted one after another, looking a little at a loss when facing Shen Lian.

"The martial arts I teach you is called Zhulangzhuang. The Taoism originally came from the people of the sea, and later it was gradually improved to the nine realms..."

A lotus pad flashed between Shen Lian's eyebrows, and the minds of all the warriors surged.

The movement routes in their bodies undergo subtle changes, and they are mesmerized to see the vast martial arts, which contains infinite possibilities.

Shen Lian's exposed Qi and blood surged, as if flames were burning on the rockery.

Hong Changli forcibly suppressed the idea of ​​practicing the wave-chasing pile, looked around, and immediately noticed a dry well in the corner.

The sound of dripping water echoed in the well, and a faint dragon head poked out bit by bit.

"Immortal!"

"There is a crazy dragon imprisoned here, so be careful."

Shen Lian did not respond to Hong Changli. He closed his eyes and looked like he was practicing in seclusion. His energy and blood were exposed as much as possible, while his martial arts golden body was hidden on the lotus platform.

"Immortal..."

Hong Changli's pupils shrank, and a strange and inexplicable real dragon lay at the mouth of the well.

The real dragon is dressed like a mortal woman. The clothes made of silk are fluttering in the wind, and the fingers are twisted into flowers, saying, "Her husband~~"

at the same time.

There was also movement in the palace next door, as if a butcher was grinding.

No demon can endure the energy and blood comparable to Tang Monk's meat. They have been banned by the Dragon King of the North Sea for hundreds of years, and their spiritual intelligence has long fallen into madness, but they can still perceive the benefits of swallowing Shen Lian.

It is not a problem for Tao Xing to grow for three to four thousand years out of thin air.

Hong Changli's eyes turned red, and he stood up desperately to block the crazy dragon.

As a result, just when the crazy dragon was about to rush towards him, Hong Changli suddenly felt dazed for a moment, and endless shadows surged.

When he came back to his senses, the scene in front of him was unbelievable.

Shen Lian remained motionless.

The corpses of four crazy dragons have been placed in front of them, with traces of gnawing all over their bodies, and their eyes are wide-eyed.