Chapter 375 Shen Lian’s inhuman demonization
As soon as he finished speaking, the warriors reacted belatedly.
After not seeing Shen Lian for a long time, they felt a sense of suffocation without words. Even the golden body in their bodies could not be activated, and their strength was stagnant.
Everyone present who was not hundreds of years old suddenly realized that Shen Lian was probably above the human immortal level.
All the martial artists could not hide their excitement. After all, as the martial ancestor, Shen Lian could set foot on the earthly immortal world, which shows that the potential of martial arts is already broad.
"Ah Lian."
Shen Hansheng, who was still complaining just now, was stunned for a few seconds, then stretched out his arms to hug Shen Lian.
"Your father and I were scared to death. There has been no trace for three hundred years. I thought something happened to you. Just come back safely..."
"How could something happen to me? I am still alive after all. Immortal Buddha."
The father and son looked at each other and smiled, and the other warriors gradually woke up from their fear, including the old man who had run out of oil and lamps.
The eyes of the warriors showed the desire to survive, mixed with a hint of transformation into immortality.
But none of them spoke, they just made respectful discipleship gestures.
Shen Lian looked around and saw that the warriors in the Bibo Pond retreated in time. The Heavenly Soul still existed, and their cultivation had been polished to the extreme.
After two or three hundred years of seclusion, they no longer have any sense of family.
If you want to survive, you must find a way to improve your cultivation, even if you can only get half a step closer to a human being.
Under such circumstances, the foundations of all warriors are perfect, and they are only separated from human beings by scriptures.
"It seems that after the calamity of heaven and earth, the rules of heaven have changed drastically. The scriptures are the necessary conditions for transformation from mortals to immortals. Even if their lifespan is infinite, they cannot break through the window paper that separates humans and immortals."
Seeing that Shen Lian was silent, Shen Hansheng lowered his voice and said, "Ah Lian, help them. Even if you die on the way to becoming an immortal, it will be happier than running out of life."
The warriors took a step forward one after another, obviously having made their choice.
"Success or failure depends on your three hundred years of preparation."
As soon as Shen Lian finished speaking, all the warriors swallowed their saliva, their faces turned red, and they even couldn't help sobbing.
"Concentrate your concentration and energy. The purpose of landing on the land of gods is to refine martial arts scriptures..."
As soon as Shen Lian said these words, the martial arts scriptures in Niwan Palace were quietly opened. Word after word of scripture poured out from their mouths and noses and entered their bodies.
The warriors quickly sat cross-legged.
Warriors who can achieve the Nine Realms are all extremely talented, and the days in Bibotan give them enough time to polish their bodies and souls.
As soon as they came into contact with martial arts scriptures, their bottlenecks began to loosen.
Shen Lian shook the ghost gourd, spilled some longevity wine to give them a little more confidence, and then the communication teleportation tree broke out of the ground.
The tree hole is also connected to Qingming Temple.
Shen Lian grabbed Shen Hansheng's shoulders and was about to take the old man back to Yanliang Town.
“A Lian, you must take me to heaven.”
Shen Lian raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but ask: "Old man, how do you know about Heaven?"
"Do you believe it when I say I'm dreaming?"
"Believe it."
< br>Shen Hansheng was a little helpless, but got a positive reply from Shen Lian.
“For the past forty or fifty years, I have been repeating a dream, in which I transformed into a pig-headed human figure and went to Yaochi for a meeting.”
Shen Lian understood that Shen Hansheng's dream probably came from his ghost father.
The ghost father and the human father are one and the same. Shen Hansheng was able to set foot in the Nine Realms because the ghost father was invisibly improving his qualifications.
"Old man, are you going alone?"
"No, there was a driver to see me off, but I don't remember his name."
Shen Lian felt deep in his heart. Shen realized that the so-called coachman was Zhu Bajie, "Also, what happened in Yaochi?"
"I don't remember."
Shen Hansheng pinched his temples with a headache and muttered to himself: "I only know that dreams are becoming more and more short."
Shen Lian narrowed his eyes. .
Ghost dad is already half a second senior brother. He is not sure what Zhu Bajie wants. Does he want to seize Ghost dad's body?
“But, forty or fifty years have passed, it’s impossible that the second senior brother hasn’t succeeded yet, right?”
Shen Hansheng breathed out, "A Lian, I can vaguely sense the location of Yaochi, and it has been a knot in my mind for decades."
"If I die in a dream, something bad will happen. "
Shen Lian nodded hesitantly, "I will go to Yaochi later. Let's wait until you can successfully advance to immortality, old man."
After that, he didn't wait for Shen Hansheng to reply, Martial Arts. The scriptures penetrate into his flesh and bones.
Shen Hansheng suddenly stepped into the footsteps of transformation from mortal to immortal.
Shen Lian watched for a long time and found that most warriors were 70% sure of being promoted, mainly because the martial arts scriptures were easy to refine.
He communicated with the teleportation tree and was about to return to Xiaoxitian to take charge when his expression suddenly changed.
"Ba Ge is so brave. I didn't ask you to go to Wuzhuang Temple to ask for help! The senior brothers and sisters under the ginseng fruit tree still don't know how to rebuild their bodies and souls."
Shen Lian changed his goal. After a brief trance, Wuzhuang Temple came into view.
The cave was in ruins. It was obvious that Myna had appeared in his true form not long ago. Most of the palaces were razed to the ground, and the breeze and the moon were gone.
"Myna, you bastard!"
Shen Lian looked ugly and noticed that Myna was guarding the ginseng fruit tree.
It is not difficult to infer from the traces on the ground that after Qingfeng Mingyue died, it had returned to the ginseng fruit tree and is now being conceived.
“Quack, quack, quack.”
Bago glanced at Shen Lian with disdain, and then the eighteen levels of hell unfolded.
The grafted ginseng fruit tree could not help but be uprooted, and the roots could be seen covered with residual souls, all of whom were Zhenyuanzi disciples of Wuzhuang Temple.
Zhen Yuanzi succeeded in transcending, leaving hundreds of disciples who were worse than dead.
"Bago, please don't mess around. They were indeed earthly immortals when they were alive, but your current appetite is just stuff between your teeth."
"Idiot~~"
Ba Ge was too lazy to pay attention to Shen Lian, and his strong resentment acted on a palace on his back.
The writing on the plaque [Qin Guangwang Hall] was erased and then replaced with [Wuzhuang Temple].
Di Ting opened her mouth to swallow, and all the remaining souls fell into her mouth. After using her magical power, all the remaining souls appeared in Wuzhuang Temple.
Including Qingfeng Mingyue, the remaining souls turned into entities, and their minds were no longer vague.
They smiled and nodded in relief, willing to submit to Tingting. After all, they could end the thousand-year suffering.
Otherwise, even if ten thousand years have passed, there will be no possibility for the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple to be resurrected.
"Eh?"
Shen Lian suddenly discovered that there was another palace behind Di Ting that had its entrance hall changed, and the writing on the plaque became [Slanting Moon and Three Stars Cave].
There are also figures shuttled inside, and the sound of chanting can be heard endlessly.
“Bago, when did you go to Xie Yue Sanxin Cave?”
“Guess~~”
The myna regained its bird appearance, turned around and disappeared into the tree hole.
Shen Lian belatedly noticed that there were often experience prompts on the career panel. It seemed that the disciples in the temple could listen to the truth while practicing.
Shen Lian went to Fangcun Mountain, but it turned out that Patriarch Bodhi had already left, and the aura left behind pointed directly to the west, and the destination was probably Lingshan Mountain.
"The Western Lingshan Mountains should be occupied by scriptures, why are immortals and Buddhas still flocking to them?"
Shen Lian stood on the top of Fangcun Mountain, looking at the boundless ocean, "If the Tianting ruins are behind , I can’t find the way forward for Tianxian, maybe I have to go to Lingshan to have a look.”
If he really wanted to face the Western Spiritual Mountain directly, his state of mind would be extremely relaxed.
Shen Lian was breathing spiritual light, and countless scriptures were flashing in the Niwan Palace, causing the area of the Upper Dantian to continue to expand. The Yuan Shen finally had the opportunity to transform and accept the scriptures into it.
By the time the moon sets and the moon rises, the realm of earthly immortality has been achieved.
[Realm: Earth Immortal (Immortal Aperture)] Shen Lian’s Niwan Palace is filled with scriptures, and his soul turns into [Immortal Soul].
In ancient times, human immortals were called land immortals, which had a somewhat derogatory meaning. Only earth immortals were considered real immortals.
It is also because the immortal soul falls into the six reincarnations and remains immortal.
To put it simply, earthly immortals are reincarnated and practice cultivation again, and can retrieve the memories of their previous lives. In the eyes of ordinary people, immortals are immortals.
Of course, the underworld in later generations has collapsed, and the six paths of reincarnation are estimated to have also ceased to exist.
The Immortal Soul only has less disadvantages in seizing other people's bodies.
Shen Lian stabilized his cultivation, turned around and got into the tree hole.
The Qingming Temple was extremely noisy, and groups of sick monks were already attacking the entrances and exits. They relied on human immortal warriors to cooperate with the monkeys to resist foreign enemies.
"Sakyamuni is really a coward. He dares not come out even if he lives and breathes."
"We must find a way to force him to show up."
"The devil knows that Yaochi is No matter what the situation, I don’t have time to chat with you.”
Shen Lian sneered and closed his eyes, and began to practice openly without paying any attention to Sakyamuni, which made the sick monk even more crazy.
With a thought in his mind, the tenth grade lotus pattern appeared between his eyebrows.
………
Depths of Xiaoxitian.
There are evil Buddhas leaving one after another in the magnificent Mahavira.
They rushed to Qingming Temple, and even the Bodhisattvas who were comparable to earthly immortals had already set off, but Sakyamuni never showed up from the beginning to the end.
The disciples of the Eight Divisions are still doing the work of cleaning the temple.
But each other is paying attention to the number of evil Buddhas.
Unknowingly, more than 4,000 disciples of the Eight Divisions gathered together and looked at the two Arhats guarding the door.
Shao Xiuwen reminded in a deep voice: "We can't wait any longer, there are evil Buddhas who are already eyeing us and want to use our flesh and blood to refine Buddha treasures."
"Yes."
Gao Qiu licked his dry lips, "Resources are scarce and delaying time is definitely disadvantageous, but most of our current strength has been reduced."
He scanned the faces of each person. The resolute comrade said, "Are you ready? People will die."
"Kill!"
After Shao Xiuwen responded, the remaining eight disciples no longer hesitated.
They were divided into eight groups according to the Taoist tradition, and then their blood and energy rose, revealing that their martial arts cultivation was generally around the seventh or eighth level.
You must know that the disciples of the eight divisions who have survived to this day were all in the ninth realm of the inner sect. Now that the immortal seed has been damaged, martial arts has become the only reliance.
Gao Qiu had already planned it, and the eight disciples were not noticed until they approached the gate.
“Quick victory!!!”
The eight disciples wielded various crude magical weapons and rushed towards the Arhat almost risking their lives, just asking for protection. Comrade.
"Amitabha, why are you ants unwilling to practice Buddhism?"
The Arhat raised his hand and made hundreds of people vomit blood and fly away.
The twisted Buddha's light scattered.
Veins popped out on Gao Qiu's forehead, and the noise at the gate was inevitable. If he couldn't escape in a short time, he would be completely hopeless.
He no longer thinks about being possessed, and unleashes his overwhelming energy.
"Ten breaths, as soon as possible..."
Gao Qiu first hid in the crowd, and in an instant his figure swelled to more than seven meters. He entangled an Arhat alone, not seeking to kill but only delaying.
His expression was stunned, and he was stunned for a few breaths in disbelief.
Gao Qiu is very clear about the state of his body and soul. He can only hold on for ten breaths with all his strength. Once he exceeds the limit, he will easily become a Nuo Immortal.
However, unexpectedly, the body and soul did not lose control.
Gao Qiu noticed that none of the eight disciples who were seriously injured and fell to the ground were dead, they were only temporarily unconscious, and even their foundations were not injured.
"Impossible, how can a mortal withstand Arhat's blow."
"Ant!!"
Arhat stepped hard, and the aftermath caused the ground to crack.
However, the disciples of the Eight Divisions still managed to breathe.
While Gao Qiu was blocking the Buddha's light, he kept searching for something strange out of the corner of his eye, and then the inconspicuous roots in the cracks on the ground came into view.
The end of a strand of roots is wrapped around a half-meter wooden idol.
The statue opened its eyes vividly, and it was obvious that Shen Lian was secretly helping them.
“Senior brother?”
“It’s indeed senior brother!!!”
Gao Qiu no longer panicked, and rolled up the severely injured eight disciples with all his strength. He opened the door with both arms, and the dazzling sunlight from the outside world shone on them.
Puff puff puff!
The roots burst out of the ground, not only entangling the two gatekeepers, but also cutting off the supporting evil Buddhas, giving them enough time to escape.
The statue exudes the aura of soul, and Gao Qiu also understands the price Shen Lian paid.
Without the protection of the body, the soul can be hurt even by the mortal world.
"Let's go!"
Gao Qiu did not dare to neglect, and led more than 4,000 disciples of the Eighth Division away from the main hall, and then the statue sank into the ground little by little.
Seeing that the statue was about to escape, the Buddha's light made waves.
Whoosh.
There are swastikas condensing in mid-air, pressing towards the statue.
If Gao Qiu saw it correctly, there was a giant Buddha's eye looming among the clouds. Yes, even if Shen Lian exposed such a flaw, Sakyamuni was only willing to expose one eye.
“Brother, be careful!!!”
Boom.
The gate of the temple collapsed, and the two gatekeepers were destroyed.
The statue was torn into pieces, and the Buddha's eyes among the clouds slowly closed at the sight. At the moment when it was about to disappear, the fragments pieced together a human face.
The human face and facial features were incomplete, but the corners of his mouth could not suppress the laughter.
Buddha’s eye pupils are earthquake.
Shen Lian, who was far away in Qingming Temple, couldn't help laughing. Two petals were missing from the lotus pad between his eyebrows, but the immortal soul was not damaged at all.
“Hahahaha, damn rat, you’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you?”
“I’ll catch you!!!”
Shen Lian used the magical power of food tonic, and the scent of Sakyamuni poured into his nose.
The warriors were still fighting against the evil Buddha in one breath, and a huge shadow was pressing on them in the next breath, which was more than thirty meters long.
Shen Lian pressed his legs down.
Bang! ! !
The heads of two or three Bodhisattvas exploded, and Shen Lian was like Kuafu chasing the sun, walking on flat ground in the mountains, and his body shape regenerated and changed as he ran.
After eight transformations of the Immortal Stake, the use of the martial arts golden body has reached a new level.
The Golden Body of Martial Arts is no longer limited to all specific fusions, but will make mysterious adaptations according to the situation.
Shen Lian is walking now, and his body shape is changing to adapt to the road.
The spine is elongated and crawling on the ground, eight pairs of limbs support the body, the white bone spine is streamlined, and the sharp horns growing from the top of the head can easily break through the mountains.
Whenever someone sees the monster transformed by Shen Lian, I am afraid they will only have one thought in their mind.
Inhuman! ! !
(End of this chapter)