Chapter 220: The human head lantern in the dream
“In a sense, Ghost Father is more suitable to be an immortal than me.”
Shen Lian stood in the newly built temple, with the canopy statue At every turn, Ghost Dad devotes himself wholeheartedly to protecting the Yanshan area.
The ghost dad has a very unwavering character. If he doesn’t come to the ghost shop, he actually spends most of his time standing behind the counter in a daze.
Not to mention the ghost mother, as a ghost with low intelligence, she can actually be regarded as the ghost father's magic weapon. The two complement each other.
Shen Lian walked out of the Tianpeng Temple without revealing the secret of Ghost Father's hidden opportunity.
"As time goes by, some warriors will definitely notice the clues..."
"Huh?"
Shen Lian opened his mouth slightly, and then noticed the people buying food. As if his father had a telepathic connection, he quickly ran into the Tianpeng Temple to watch the ghost father.
The ghost father did not make things difficult for his twin brother, but took more care of him.
After a while.
I saw the father sneaking out of the temple with a look of disbelief on his face, as if he had understood something.
Shen Lian couldn't laugh or cry, but Ren Dad is indeed in line with the methods related to Zhenpeng Zhenjun. Doesn't it mean that the Sixth Realm of Yuan Dan is just around the corner?
"With Ghost Dad here, even if the four-thousand-year-old demon appears, the safety of the Yanshan area can be guaranteed."
"But..."
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Shen Lian kept his vertical eyes open, scanning Yanliang Town over and over again.
"It stands to reason that the culprit of the elephant lice should still be in the city. As a result, even the magical power of food supplements cannot detect the smell."
"If possible, I have to pull out the mice. . ”
Shen Lian wanted to see what Shituoling was doing, and he had an idea after going to the capital. However, there was no good way at the moment, so he could only ask Bago to patrol the city as much as possible.
Shituoling is full of weirdness.
The yellow-tusked old elephant alone is difficult enough, and it is difficult to imagine the other two demon kings.
Shen Lian pretended to be nonchalant and returned to the pawn shop, then tempered the ghost gourd, and at the same time raised his eyes to observe the crowds going in and out of the town.
The medicinal power of the pill seeps into the ghost gourd, and the quality of the magic weapon is gradually getting closer to superior.
The ghost girl mixed the insect eggs into some wine pools. Due to the transformation of the magic weapon, a large number of insect eggs hatched into larvae, absorbing the odor of alcohol.
Seeing this, Shen Lian secretly sighed, it was his sister who felt sorry for others.
As long as the voodoo bugs don't harm the wine, it doesn't matter how many bugs the ghost girl raises. It's better than the lion camel ridge where mortals are raised to eat meat in the original work.
Shen Lian seized the time to activate the Zifu quenching technique.
As he comes into contact with more and more cave forces, he has realized that the importance of wine gourd goes beyond making wine. Once the body is affected by demons, he can use the magic weapon to escape.
“You really don’t want to give up!”
A sneer appeared at the corner of Shen Lian’s mouth, and he suddenly felt a looming peek.
The peek came at a perfect time, just when Gui Gulu was about to be promoted, and he had to concentrate on refining the weapon.
Of course, the other party did not know that Shen Lian had always been accustomed to multitasking.
"Something's wrong, it seems that the source can't be found when peeking?"
Otherwise, Bago would have found the target immediately without waiting for Shen Lian's attention.
The refining of weapons has become more and more intense. On the outside, he seems to have no time to care about the outside world. The ghost gourd has begun to show signs of transformation.
The shadows of more than forty immortals appeared in the courtyard.
The peeps are getting closer.
Goose bumps appeared on Shen Lian's spine, as if the other party was at the door of the pawn shop.
However, it was approaching evening, and there were only a few people in the streets and alleys, but they were all mortal, and the neighbors in the street recognized them.
“It feels...like I’m approaching me in another world!!!”
Shen Lian suddenly realized that the peeping was probably from a dream. No wonder the dream of the old yellow-tusked elephant had disappeared without a trace.
His thoughts moved slightly, and the sixth-grade flesh and blood lotus came to Niwan Palace.
"The lotus platform is neither virtual nor real, maybe it can be brought into dreams."
Rumble.
The ghost gourd has absorbed 80% of the medicinal power of the pill, and the promotion is coming to an end.
Mysterious Taoist charms are revealed inside and outside the magic weapon, and the picture of the Immortal Crossing the Sea becomes more and more complicated, with more than forty immortals of various kinds appearing on the surface.
The drinks couldn’t help but surge in waves.
Nian'er rode on the back of the dragon fish robe, laughing and riding the wind and waves.
Perhaps due to the poisonous insects, the painting style of Immortals Crossing the Sea has changed, and some immortals actually have insect-like features in their appearance.
Shen Lian didn't have time to dig deeper, and his consciousness was in a trance for no reason.
Clues emerge from the dream of the old yellow-tusked elephant.
The vision of the ghost gourd has disappeared, which means that the magic weapon has been officially promoted to the superior level.
Shen Lian breathed rapidly, and at the moment when his consciousness was about to be pulled into a dream, he smelled a familiar smell through his food supplement magical power.
"Is it him?"
Shen Lian raised his eyes and silently glanced at the Tide Martial Arts Hall. He could see Bai Haibo and his son preparing dinner, while the other disciples were chatting.
He quickly found Li Huan, who was in a remote wing.
To be precise, Li Huan's body was in the wing.
The corpse was headless, but its organs still retained vitality. Judging from its posture, it should have been resting not long ago. There was no blood around the bed.
Li Huan's head... was like traveling alone to the dreamland of the old yellow-tusked elephant.
Shen Lian recalled that there was indeed a difference in skin color on Li Huan's neck. He had not noticed it at the time, but now it seemed that the prince was already dead.
A head from Shituoling occupies Li Huan's body.
"Haha, you don't want to give me a head transplant surgery, do you?"
I was in a daze.
Shen Lian's consciousness has entered the dreamland. When he looked up, he could only see the thick fog mixed with blood, but there was no hanging old elephant with yellow tusks.
He could not move, his limbs seemed to be fixed to his body.
He watched helplessly as the rope falling from his head wrapped around his neck and was immediately lifted into the air.
Obviously it is consciousness that is pulled into the dream, but there is a lifelike illusion, and any injuries suffered in the dream will be reflected in the physical body.
Shen Lian breathed a sigh of relief and noticed that the sixth-grade flesh and blood lotus platform was hidden deep in his consciousness. With the help of the sixth-grade flesh and blood lotus platform, one can forcefully leave the yellow-tusked old elephant's dream, but it is inevitable that the lotus platform will be damaged to a certain extent.
“Who?!”
Click click click.
There was no response, and the rope began to tighten little by little.
Shen Lian's face turned red, and a feeling of suffocation came to his heart. The rope seemed to be made of human tendon, and it would kill at least a hundred people if it was woven.
He looked extremely embarrassed, and his purple blood vessels seemed to burst.
“I really want to seize my body. As soon as my head falls to the ground, the other party can easily take over my body.”
Click click click.
The rope was embedded in the flesh, and Shen Lian's neck was already overwhelmed.
He could only breathe in but not out, and blood was dripping down his limbs. No matter how you looked at it, it was only a matter of time before the body and head were separated.
Dense fog surged, and the other party was obviously impatient to accept the physical body.
Shen Lian heard rustling noises.
Immediately afterwards, a thin figure came into view.
The figure has a hunched back and sparse hair all over its body. It can be clearly seen that it has some characteristics of a weasel, and its eyes are full of greed.
There are three or four ropes tied to the weasel's neck.
The rope did not hang the weasel, but the other end was connected to human heads, like... human-head lanterns hanging in mid-air.
Most of the heads have rotted away, but Li Huan's head is still alive, and his eyes even blink unconsciously.
The weasel crawled on all fours in the dream, smelling Shen Lian's scent deeply in his nose.
"I am...hehe, I am the patrolling demon of Panchang Mountain."
"King Huangya asked me, phew, asked me to get that Li...Li Huan's head , I see...you have a good head, I think King Yellow Fang will...hehe, he will like it."
Weasel's every move is like a madman, his claws are unconsciously scratching as he speaks, and his eyes are constantly dodging. The expression changes continuously.
Shen Lian can feel that the weasel's path is about two thousand years old.
That's right, an ordinary little mountain patrolling demon in Shituoling has such a profound moral practice. It's hard to imagine how terrifying the three kings' moral conduct is.
"It smells so good, you smell so good."
The weasel licked the pool of blood on the soles of Shen Lian's feet.
However, the pool of blood is just the manifestation of Shen Lian's consciousness being injured in the dream. There is no energy and blood at all, and the weasel is destined to not taste it.
"Little demon...little demon, I can only use Li Huan's body to reach the mortal world, otherwise, I will definitely, hey, I will definitely come and taste you, young master."
The weasel paused for a moment, grinned and said: "Wait a minute, Li Huan... Li Huan's body is about to be discovered. The little demon will come back as soon as he goes."
It reached out and took off its own head, and with it Li Huan's head swap.
The weasel disappeared into the dreamland.
In this way, the weasel can seize Li Huan's body, but it can only control one body at the same time, and the remaining heads should be spares.
“Shituoling penetrated the Tang Dynasty deeper than imagined.”
Shen Lian's face was solemn, and the sixth-grade flesh and blood lotus was revealed between his eyebrows.
Bang.
The rope broke.
But the rope is related to the yellow-tusked old elephant after all. One of the petals of the sixth-grade flesh and blood lotus was broken, and it is estimated that it will grow back in half a month.
Shen Lian followed the weasel out of the dream and woke up in the courtyard.
.........
At the same time, inside the Tide Martial Arts Hall.
"Li Huan! Li Huan!!!"
Bai Haibo knocked hard on the door of the wing.
He arrived at meal time but did not see Li Huan. As a result, he smelled a smell of blood in the backyard, which was coming from Li Huan's house.
Bai Haibo stopped holding on and kicked the wooden door.
Bang.
The room was dark, and he found Li Huan sitting on the bedside, with a little blood on his chest, and naked impatience in his eyes.
"Disciple, are you feeling well?"
"My head hurts a little, it's okay. Rest, you need to rest."
"Why don't I accompany you to the medical clinic, or simply go to the Yamen..."
Hiss.
Li Huan's face showed a fierce look. If it weren't for the threat of the guardian ghosts and gods, he would not have dared to expose himself. He would have torn the old man in front of him into pieces. "Master, it's time for you to sleep."
Bai Haibo gave birth to Deeply sleepy, his eyelids could not help but tremble. In the blur of consciousness, the disciple's head in front of him suddenly disappeared.
"You..."
Bai Haibo fell to the ground and fell asleep.
The weasel hurriedly returned to the dreamland and went straight to Shen Lian's location.
"King Huangya will like it! From now on, the little demon, I can become...Little Diamond Wind!"
The weasel stopped, and Shen Lian was nowhere to be seen in the thick fog.
It bared its teeth in an irritable manner, and moved around in confusion, muttering to itself: "I am Panchangshan...the little demon patrolling the mountain..."
"Tour the mountains well in the next life!!!"
Shen Lian appeared in the dream. The sixth-grade flesh and blood lotus not only protected his consciousness, but also Yun Ling Dao Ying also came to the dream.
Daoying got into the weasel's body.
[Fishing for weasels, experience +0.32% in rebirth evil]
Memories surged in Shen Lian’s mind, and a strange and inexplicable martial arts creation was created.
【Heart Sutra of Reincarnation in the Fetus】
(End of Chapter)