I can't be a demon

"Ao Yi you!"

Before the Dragon King of the West Sea could react, Shen Lian's fist stamped on the former's forehead.

Even though he is in the third realm of human and immortal, his physical strength is real. In addition, the three-headed old dragon does not have the scriptures, so his strength is not much different.

"Among the three old guys, you are the one who jumps the most!"

Shen Lian's fist hit the same spot on the forehead of the Dragon King of the West Sea continuously. No matter how tough his skull was, it couldn't hold on, and a dent suddenly appeared.

The Dragon King of the West Sea howled and trembled uncontrollably.

Unparalleled power was raging crazily in the body, causing the internal organs to be under high pressure at all times, and he almost lost his breath after a few punches.

"Okay, Ao Yi, our goal is death, there is no need to kill each other."

The Dragon King of South China Sea interrupted, and Shen Lian returned to his normal state with a smile.

The Dragon King of the West Sea bared his teeth and wanted to continue fighting, but was stopped by the Dragon King of the East Sea.

Shen Lian explained: "Haven't you noticed that there are no oil lamps in Beihai Dragon Palace? Now it depends on the strong men to keep the light. Once the strong men die, we will have to become...blood food."

"Ha." The Dragon King of the West Sea said with a cold face: "What the hell? If the lantern technique is rampant, all Dragon Palaces in the world will suffer."

"I have my own arrangements."

Shen Lian was deliberately showing off his power. He could only barely face one Earth Immortal Dragon King, and the three old dragons had to escape with the combined strength of the three old dragons.

Now that the four of them are equal, it will be much easier to handle things.

Shen Lian said no more, and the three-headed old dragon showed fear in his eyes and did not ask any questions.

Anyway, they are about to ascend to the underworld, so what does it matter if the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas is destroyed?

The alchemists didn't dare to divide Shili again, so they returned to the gate of the Dragon Palace, trying their best to suppress the throbbing in their hearts about the lantern technique.

"Take it, the dragon root you took from the underworld has been refined. The current depth of the North Sea Dragon Palace should be enough to use it to go to the underworld."

The Dragon King of the East China Sea threw out a blood vessel.

After Shen Lian took it, he secretly showed his wisdom.

【Little White Dragon's Dragon Heart】

[It was originally a blood vessel on the heart of Little White Dragon. After refining, it can be climbed along the blood vessel into the depths of the underworld. Remember, the cycle of cause and effect does not stop, and life and death are all foreign objects. 】

The Dragon King of the West Sea said: "Ao Yi, when will you leave?"

"In a few days."

"That's fine."

The Dragon King of the West Sea and the other Dragon Kings looked at each other.

"Let's go first."

The three old dragons were extremely afraid of Shen Lian and immediately started preparations.

Shen Lian did not stop them, and used the blood vessels as a nurturing teleportation tree, while quietly letting the bone blade cast a shadow and hide in the shadow of the old dragon.

Not long after, the three-headed old dragon took the lead with the alchemist.

When the Underworld Teleportation Tree grew, Shen Lian made sure that they were not dead before getting into the tree hole.

Chapter 353 Underworld? Official way? Golden cicada?

Shen Lian went to Huangquan without Bago, and the stone eggs were also put into the ghost gourd.

He considered that if an accident occurred, Bago would be able to rescue him immediately, and the specific situation of Huang Quan was still unknown.

As soon as he entered the tree hole, Shen Lian noticed that his five senses were beginning to weaken.

Immediately afterwards, the martial arts golden body was inexplicably suppressed. More than 90% of the strength could not leave the dantian, and the soul could not leave the body.

Shen Lian had expected it. Fortunately, the physical impact was not big, so there was no need to worry too much.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Shen Lian's five senses gradually recovered, and the melancholy sound sounded in his ears again.

With all five senses lost, he was able to listen more carefully to the subtle sounds and discovered what was mixed in the countless sounds of golden cicadas.

"Master, you said that everything is caused by cause and effect, good and evil cause and effect, all arise from the heart. Only those with a pure heart can be liberated."

"But this disciple just can't calm down."

Shen Lian covered his head, his voice becoming as harsh as sharpening a knife.

After a period of trance, his five senses finally recovered. He had stepped into the depths of the rumored underworld, and his muscles could not help but tense up.

"Tuwazi! Tuwazi!!"

Shen Lian originally thought that since it was Huangquan, even if it was not a bloody hell on earth, it should be filled with countless demons and monsters.

But what he saw when he opened his eyes was an old man.

The old man's expression was extremely anxious, his face wrinkled with furrows, and he was wearing tattered single clothes and was shaking constantly as he approached Shen Lian.

"Tuwazi, you finally woke up! Thanks to the blessing of Bodhisattva."

Shen Lian was confused and noticed that everything around him was far beyond his imagination. It didn't look like the underworld at all, but more like returning to... the mortal world.

What comes into view is the official road paved with gravel, with dense mountain forests on both sides of the road.

It seems that because the sky is dark and bright, there is no one on the official road. Only they, an old man and a young man, are resting under a locust tree.

Shen Lian stretched out his arm and grabbed a locust tree leaf that fell above his head.

The wisdom eye was secretly used, and the result was that the leaves of the locust tree were no different from ordinary people, and the old man in front of him was just an ordinary person in his fifties or sixties.

"Are you okay, Tuwazi? It's my fault that I rushed to the capital in such a hurry. Hey, you caught the wind and cold on the way. Fortunately, Bodhisattva protected you."

"capital?"

The old man only thought that Shen Lian was unconscious, and quickly explained: "It is said that there are living Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the sky who came to the capital to fulfill their vows, and we went to deliver the Buddha statues to Da Ci'en Temple."

Shen Lian looked around and found the Buddha statue placed next to the locust tree.

The Buddha statue is more than an inch long, with a bright appearance. It is carved in a smiling posture and holds a jade cicada in its palm.

"Jin Chanzi?!!"

"Amitabha! Amitabha!"

The old man moved towards the Buddha statue several times and hurriedly added: "Touwazi has just recovered from a serious illness. I accidentally called you by your first name. Don't blame me!"

Shen Lian narrowed his eyes, as if his whole body was being poured with ice water.

He lowered his head and saw that the dragon fish robe had turned into tattered clothes, and the bone blade had turned into a slightly rough hatchet.

"Golden Chanzi."

"It seems that the Yuqing Temple is probably near the underworld, and even fell into the underworld together with the little white dragon. The Yuqing Temple carries some of the roots of the peach tree, forming a unique [memory]."

What Shen Lian doesn't understand is, what about the underworld composed of little white dragons?

"Tuwazi..."

"It's okay, I sweated all over, the wind and cold have gone away."

"That's good."

The old man exhaled a long breath and said with a wry smile: "Tuwazi, if you stay here, your third uncle won't be able to explain to your dead father. Oh, you poor boy."

Shen Lian remained silent and kept observing his surroundings.

The official road leads straight to the capital, and it can be distinguished from everywhere. It is indeed the path taken thousands of years ago, and is somewhat similar to the official road of later generations.

The mountains and forests on both sides were shrouded in fog, and the screams of wild beasts occasionally echoed.

"Is it possible that I can see Jin Chanzi in my memories?"

Shen Lian had a vague premonition that the memories in the depths of Huangquan were different from those in the ghost market. It seemed that he could not control it, and he did not know what kind of danger was hidden.

"Tuwazi, let's rest for another half an hour before we hit the road again."

"Third uncle, I feel much better. The official road is better than the mountain road."

The third uncle thought for a moment and touched Shen Lian's forehead again, "Okay, let's try to reach Yingke Temple where we are transiting before dark. We won't have to sleep in the open all night and can have a good rest."

"Well, third uncle."

Shen Lian looked embarrassed and said softly: "Uncle Third, I'm going to relieve myself."

"Go." The third uncle carefully wiped the Buddha statue. The rag he specially prepared was much cleaner than the clothes he was wearing.

"The Daci'en Temple hosts living Buddhas, so it will definitely receive incense from all over the world, making the Buddha statues we transport worth a lot of money."

The third uncle murmured nonchalantly, "After you get the interest, you will have money to ask for a wife, and I will be worthy of your dead father."

Shen Lian came to the grass near the mountain forest and tentatively left the official road.

As a result, before he had taken a few steps, the consciousness of Manas went on a frantic alert, and his physical body almost instinctively turned into a size of more than twenty meters.

Shen Lian stared solemnly at the mountain forest, and the floating mist seemed to be alive.

When the mountain wind blows, an endless stream of wailing sounds can be heard.