I can't be a demon

Yan Wen fell to the ground, holding on to the temple gate tightly.

The giant hand directly dug out the temple, and then shuttled between the mountains. You can see that there is a temple on four or five mountaintops.

Shen Lian was indifferent, and took a few sips of medicinal wine from time to time.

He was fully focused on the unknown scriptures.

Only by figuring out the unknown scriptures can he be qualified to face the Yellow Eyebrow Buddha.

Ghost Dad and others must be found one by one. The hundreds of millions of ordinary souls in the Tang Dynasty cannot be easily defeated by the Yellow Eyebrow Buddha.

Shen Lian had a murderous intention.

The Tang Dynasty was the key to his own enlightenment. Not only could it provide a steady stream of professional experience, but it could also promote the martial arts scriptures.

He and the Yellow Eyebrow Buddha were fighting to the death, which was already a battle for the great way.

Shen Lian spread out his palm, and the martial arts scriptures separated a little scripture. After it appeared, it was completely different from mosquito larvae and mayflies, and it looked like a drop of blood.

This scripture was deduced from Li Zhi's blood disease.

As long as it is spread to all mortals, they will be able to pass on the martial arts scriptures in the future, and mortals will no longer need external things to become immortals.

"Everyone is only half a step away from being like a dragon. With the support of hundreds of millions of warriors, I can be sure to set foot on the Western Lingshan Mountain and find the hidden truth."

Moreover, if the Tang Dynasty is destroyed, wouldn't the world of Journey to the West be boring?

Yan Wen took a breath, endured the oncoming strong wind, and saw the twisted temple on the top of the mountain not far away.

The temples are strange in shape and the structure has been twisted to the extreme.

The walking monks are also extremely deformed, and the whole person seems to be constantly folded in half, and finally turned into an extremely grotesque spiral sphere.

There are not just one or two giant hands stretched out from the clouds, but more than a dozen pairs of them shuttled everywhere.

It can be seen that the completely angular Xiaoxitian already has a unique pseudo-heavenly code, which may be related to the secrets deep in the ruins of the heavenly court.

Bang! ! !

The temple where Shen Lian was located fell heavily outside the temple and became part of the temple.

Dust was flying.

Yan Wen noticed that a large number of monks were approaching them, and he stood there at a loss. He had never thought that it would be so open and aboveboard.

"Yan Wen, do what you should do. With me here, they won't pay attention to you."

Shen Lian's soul swept through the temple, and then realized that the Luohan sitting in charge was an acquaintance, so he simply sat cross-legged on the spiritual platform.

"Brothers, get to work."

As soon as these words came out, the demonic aura that seemed to be real seeped out.

"It's really a demon! He... He is really a demon!!"

Yan Wen hesitated for a few breaths and sprinkled a handful of copper coins, then turned into golden light and sank into the ground.

Before the escape technique left the temple, he couldn't help but look back at Shen Lian, and his fear could no longer be contained, and he almost lost his balance.

The scene that came into view was horrifying.

At the moment when Shen Lian closed his eyes, plant roots broke out of his blood vessels.

The banyan tree branches, with Shen Lian's body as a carrier, soon reached more than ten meters, covering the sky and the moon and attracting the attention of countless eyes.

The boundless spiritual roots with 40,000 years of cultivation already have the characteristics of innate spiritual roots.

Even the temporary branches can exert 60% of their strength.

The trunk is like a peeled limb, with dark red blood vessels crisscrossing on the surface, as if blood is flowing in it.

Puff.

The lush tree canopy is like a cloud of flesh and blood, covering a thousand meters.

Even though Yan Wen is far away, he can hear the heartbeat of the trunk, the branches swaying in the wind, and blood dripping from the ends.

Then, the endless shadow spread.

The bloody mouth emerged, and the dense fangs and sharp teeth flashed cold light.

The temple was completely plunged into darkness.

"Ghost Domain!"

"It is a ghost domain that can only be formed by demons with at least 20,000 years of cultivation!!!"

Yan Wen took a quick glance and noticed two 10,000-year-old demons. As the person behind them, Shen Lian was not a warrior.

Even today, the idea that warriors are the blood food of demons is still deeply rooted in people's minds.

More than a dozen ninth-level monks entered the ghost domain, but there was no ripple, so the following monks stayed on the edge and dared not move forward.

Swish, swish, swish.

Another spider silk tied up the monks and pulled them into the darkness without warning.

The Buddha's light in Qingming Temple rose sharply. The Arhat sitting in charge obviously noticed Shen Lian, but did not take action immediately. Instead, he summoned the monks.

Shen Lian ignored the noise from the outside world and urged the fishing magic to act on the unknown true scripture.

"It's better to be high-profile. It's time to gather the old subordinates to take back the ghost market."

The occasional corpse of one or two sick monks also exacerbated the changes in the unknown true scripture.

Fragmentary memories flashed through his mind, covering the land of the roots of the peach tree, with tens of thousands of corpses hanging on the branches.

Shen Lian gradually mastered the unknown true scriptures, and Qingming Temple returned to peace.

Three days later.

The banyan tree branches had reached a hundred meters, and the ghost domain of the gluttons also expanded. At the same time, the mynah birds returned to Xiaoxitian after strolling from various caves.

The number of monks gathered in Qingming Temple increased.

Yan Wen was shocked. After receiving Gao Qiu's active telepathy, he immediately informed the other party of what happened before and after.

Gao Qiu fell into a long silence, and the telepathy was interrupted again.

………

Deep in Xiaoxitian, a temple as high as a hundred meters flashed Buddha light.

The Buddha light continued to present a clockwise vortex.

The entrance of the temple was thirty or forty meters long, and those walking in it were all Bodhisattvas, and there were countless monks serving them.

Ordinary monks were responsible for the most humble work, and they would be trampled to death by Bodhisattvas if they were not careful.

"Ahem."

In the corner of the temple, there was an old monk with his back against the wall coughing non-stop. The monks passing by all avoided him for fear of contracting a serious disease.

The old monk's body was covered with acne, and all kinds of germs grew among his flesh and blood.

"I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out, how could Senior Brother join Xiao Xitian?"

"Senior brother, why did you take refuge in Xiao Xi!"

The old monk is Gao Qiu, but the loss of control of his body and soul is not a disguise, it is entirely due to the use of extreme methods to transform into an immortal.

In order to gain access to human immortality, Gao Qiu's foundation has been completely destroyed.

The heavy price caused him to become neither human nor ghost.

But Gao Qiu knew that the disciples of the Eight Divisions needed to become immortals themselves, otherwise the remaining orthodoxy would be destroyed, and the surviving disciples would only die.

"Huhu."

In just a moment, the skin and flesh on his feet were already ulcerated.

Unable to control the martial arts scriptures, Gao Qiu was in pain all the time, and he had no idea when his soul would completely collapse.

"Sakyamuni must have imprisoned all the eight righteous gods in the temple."

"As long as I find one person, I can die in peace."

Gao Qiu muttered and walked aimlessly in the palace.

For a Bodhisattva, it takes only a dozen steps to cross a room, but it takes him several days, and he is very close to collapse.

"Junior Brother Gao."

Gao Qiu turned around and saw Shao Xiuwen scrubbing the ground.

Shao Xiuwen was once a human immortal from the Tai Sui tribe, with the highest talent among Taoist disciples. Now his clones are completely destroyed and he is still lingering.

"Senior Brother Shao." Gao Qiu said with a wry smile: "The dirt is contaminating the ground, so you have to worry a lot, but it shouldn't be a problem for long."

"Don't come forward anymore, we can't be tolerated there."

Shao Xiuwen kindly reminded him, but Gao Qiu shook his head and continued walking.

"Junior Brother Gao, there are 4,500 Buddhist slaves trapped in the temple among the eight tribes, but there are only a few immortals. We have... no way to die."

Gao Qiu remained silent, leaving a series of blood marks on the wall with his palms.

"Junior Brother Gao, we can help you suppress your injuries."