Chapter 270 Demon Slayer and Defender of Morality, Why Not Give You a Pill!

Hong Li received the ghosts sent back by his disciples into his own soul flag. Suddenly, he felt his eyelids fighting and he felt dizzy.

"I can't go to my younger sister today. I feel weak."

This thought came to Hong Li before he felt dizzy.

After searching Hong Li's soul, Shen Lian found something interesting.

This power of Seeking Heaven is quite mysterious. Hong Li, the little leader, and the leader of the altar above are actually in single-line contact.

Hong Li has no way to find the leader, so he can only wait for the leader to find him.

It seems that the organizational structure of Seeking Heaven is quite cautious.

Shen Lian sighed. His own Bu Tian Sect must be established quickly. Those who want to buy and sell are here. If he doesn't work hard, he may not be a good boy in the eyes of the rules of heaven and earth.

There are still smart people in the world of cultivation.

The person behind Seeking Heaven chose a very good place. The area is in chaos, the demon sect is rampant, and fighting has become commonplace.

Every death of a cultivator is a performance for Qiu Tian Dao.

This is the same as opening a business to do business.

He is also good at this place.

Seeing that the performance environment here is so good, Shen Lian immediately decided to stay for a while to see if he could make some performance.

As for Qiu Tian Dao, he was curious about how to save the residual souls. He also wanted to save the residual souls before, but the residual souls were not very friendly to him. Not only did they not reincarnate, but they also killed themselves.

As a small leader at the lowest level, Hong Li did not have the ability to purify the residual souls. His role was to collect the residual souls between heaven and earth, and then wait for the altar master to come and take away the residual souls every once in a while.

Because there are many demon cultivators in this area, many of whom cultivate evil and Yin Qi, the residual souls in the mountains and fields are increasing day by day. You only need to wait in a few places, without searching across mountains and ridges, and you can harvest a considerable number of residual souls every once in a while.

Having missed the demon cultivators who made merit in the wilderness before, Shen Lian will not miss this Qiu Tian Dao this time.

He just wants to learn secretly.

However, in Hong Li's memory, the time of his previous altar master's arrival was not fixed, and he had no means to contact the altar master, so he could only wait passively for the call.

In order to steal the master's skills, Shen Lian hid near Hong Li's branch and prepared to wait for a few months.

Of course, he did not just hide. Since he decided to expand the Butian Sect, he, as the leader, naturally had to select the cultivators himself.

There were dozens of Jindan sects in the nearby area, and hundreds of Jindan Zhenren. It would be easy to select a few Butian sect members.

Soon, Shen Lian set his target on a Jindan sect called Sanlin Temple.

This Jindan sect has a good reputation in the vicinity. Every year, disciples go out to fight demons and defend the way, and are praised and admired by many cultivators.

The demon cultivators in the nearby area killed many people, and the sect that could send disciples to fight demons and defend the way from generation to generation should not be too bad.

Therefore, Shen Lian set his target on the master of Sanlin Temple, Zhenren Fuding.

True Man Fu Ding, a late Jindan cultivator, is a rare thunder root cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation. His main practice is the Sanlin Zhenglei Zhenfa, which is the nemesis of evil demons.

Between the green mountains, a Taoist temple stands outside the mountain.

In the square outside the temple, you can also see little Taoist children doing morning lessons.

Looking into the deep mountains along the Taoist temple, the old trees are intertwined and the spiritual light is flashing, just like a fairyland.

When Shen Lian came to Sanlin Temple, he felt the spiritual energy in the mountains from a distance. Unlike other mountains where the coldness gathers, the atmosphere here is peaceful and obviously very comfortable.

It can be said that he has crossed mountains and ridges all the way and ran for countless miles, but this is the first time he has encountered such a place.

The weather outside cannot be faked, just like the blood spirit towers of the Blood Evil Sect that billow blood smoke all day long, which makes people know the core of this sect at a glance.

The sect weather of Sanlin Temple is very spiritual.

It's like a spiritual light between the turbid heaven and earth.

Really good.

The entire mountain range is not large. Compared with the vast Cangshan Mountains of some large sects, the small mountain range of Sanlin Temple is only a hundred miles in radius. The Taoist temple outside the mountain is both the mountain gate and the place for outer disciples to practice.

There are many outer disciples in Sanlin Temple, but it is said that the inner disciples and elders combined are only a few hundred people.

It does not mean that you can advance to the inner sect when your cultivation level reaches a certain level. You still need to pass the assessment before you can advance to the inner sect.

And the assessment of Sanlin Temple is to eliminate demons and defend the way.

…

Shen Lian looked at the dilapidated mountain gate of Sanlin Temple. The disciples who were doing morning lessons outside the mountain gate seemed to be concentrating, but in fact, many of them had worried expressions on their faces.

This scene made Shen Lian nod his head.

This is similar to what he had heard.

It is conceivable how difficult it is to eliminate demons and defend the way in an area full of demon sects.

The scale of Sanlin Temple is a thorn in the eyes of the surrounding demon sects. It is almost entirely supported by the temple master Fu Ding Zhenren. There is no successor in the entire Sanlin Temple. Once the temple master falls, Sanlin Temple will face a catastrophe.

However, now.

"Ahem, he, the leader Shen, is here, and the heavens... the blue sky... there is hope."

Shen Lianxu clenched his fist and put it to his mouth and coughed twice.

This sect, he, the leader Shen, has surrendered.

Although Fu Ding Zhenren has not yet died, it is not an absolute bargain, but if he appears in a crisis, that is the work of the son of luck.

He is the leader of a sect, of course he must be steady and not do the kind of thing that makes a dazzling appearance.

After making a plan in his mind, Shen Lian began to observe Sanlin Temple further.

...

Inside Sanlin Temple, a series of pavilions and towers were built along the small mountain range. The further you go into the mountain, the fewer buildings there are.

Overall, some buildings in the mountain can no longer be called ancient, but rather dilapidated.

Deep in the mountain range, a group of ancient buildings stand against the mountain.

There is a main hall in the building, where an unkempt old man lies on a straw mat. The edge of the straw mat is damaged and the straw is exposed, and there are holes in some places.

As for the main hall, it is even more empty. Except for an offering table, there are no curtains on the windows, and the wind blows in.

As for the incense burner on the offering table, no one knows where it has gone.

The old man lies on his side, with his elbow on the ground and his palm supporting his cheek, his legs hooked together, and he seems to be taking a nap.

This person is Fu Ding Zhenren of Sanlin Temple.

It's just that his complexion is not very good, and occasionally his eyebrows are tightly frowned, and there is a faint smell of rottenness behind him.

At this time, Master Fu Ding opened his eyes, and a clanging sound was heard. A three-foot eight-sided sword flew out of the main hall and hit a little Taoist boy who was peeping outside the door.

"How can a cultivator not sit still!"

The little Taoist boy was knocked to the ground by the spirit sword, and then the spirit sword hit the Taoist boy's buttocks.

"Master, I have been sitting in meditation for ten days."

"Not enough, if you don't comprehend the method of attracting thunder, you will continue to sit in meditation."

The Taoist boy who was beaten, with tears in his eyes, still walked towards the side hall and sat cross-legged on a small cushion pitifully.

"Alas."

The man who supported Ding recalled the spirit sword, and a trace of worry appeared on his face.

Thunder method is difficult to practice, and thunder spiritual roots are more difficult to find than the other five spiritual roots. The sect has a special method of attracting thunder that is inherited, but this method is very dangerous and extremely difficult to get started.

The sect inheritance, success or failure depends on this thunder method.

Because the special lightning-inducing secret method is too dangerous, it has avoided the prying of stronger sects, but because this method is too terrifying, it cannot be endured by those who are not very determined, so it is difficult to pass it on.

In addition, the sect has gradually declined over the years, and has been oppressed by other sects, especially the siege of the magic sect. No one can be found to refine the lightning-inducing order, which has aggravated the difficulty of passing on the lightning-inducing secret method.

"Brother."

Outside the hall, an old woman with silver hair walked slowly, "Did Lei'er make you angry?"

Fu Ding Zhenren waved his hand, "Junior sister, what happened?"

Before the old woman could speak, Fu Ding Zhenren smiled awkwardly, "Forget it, those who want to leave can go, the sect is no longer able to take care of too many disciples, and staying will delay them."

The old woman nodded slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Senior Brother has suffered a lot of injuries in the past years of demon slaying. More than ten years ago, in order to stop the old demon of the Blood Mountain Sect from slaughtering a small city, he fought with the old demon of the Blood Mountain Sect.

In the end, not only did he fail to save the cultivators in the city, but he was also retaliated by the old demon of the Blood Mountain Sect, causing his foundation to collapse.

If the old demon had not cherished his life and was afraid that Senior Brother would fight to the death, he would have been unable to hold back and attacked.

"Senior Brother, why don't you go out to find medicine? We are guarding the sect."

The old woman spoke, and several responses sounded around. Several cultivators who looked old but in good spirits walked out of the side halls.

"Those who practice Taoism have their own destiny. They are worthy of their original intentions and worthy of practicing Taoism."

True Man Fu Ding smiled indifferently with a breeze.

But seeing the white hair and wrinkled faces of the junior brothers and sisters present, the death aura on their bodies increased.

"Brother, can you still hold on for decades."

After saying this, Fu Ding walked slowly into the main hall, and the three-foot sword behind him hummed softly.

"Don't worry, old friend. Wait a few more decades. When I teach Lei'er to grow up, I will take you to drink the blood of demons."

"I can't change my life to slay demons and defend the way. I'd better quit in the next life."

Lying on the straw mat, Master Fu Ding sighed. He was not afraid of death, but he was a little confused now.

In this life, he entered Sanlin Temple from a Taoist boy, promoted to Qi training, promoted to the inner gate, promoted to foundation building, promoted to Jindan, and became the master of the temple. He has killed countless demons of all sizes, but in the end, the demons in this world are killing more and more.

Demons are like wild grass, which can't be burned or killed.

Why is this!

He is not afraid of death, but now Sanlin Temple is in a period of transition. The old generation has reached the end of their years. Those determined demon-slaying disciples in the middle level died on the road of slaying demons. Those with weak wills have long left the sect.

This has led to no new Jindan cultivators for many years.

The outer sect cultivators have also been unable to recruit good seedlings and have been unable to supplement the middle-level elite cultivators.

"They are all cultivating immortals, and my Sanlin Temple cultivates Taoism."

Fu Ding's heart was blocked for a moment, and he grabbed the Eight-sided Demon-Slaying Thunder Sword covered with thunder patterns. This is the magic weapon of Sanlin Temple that has been passed down for many years, and its grade is as high as the third-grade upper grade.

Although it is only the third-grade upper grade, because it has been blessed by the powerful temple master, its spirituality has reached the level of quasi-fourth grade.

However, Sanlin Temple is gradually declining, without high-level spiritual materials, and there are no cultivators who have advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, and there is no way to take it to welcome the first baptism of heavenly tribulation.

...

Outside the main hall.

A group of old monks from Sanlin Temple looked at each other, and they all saw the helplessness and sadness in each other's eyes.

Is God really not giving them a way to live?

Outside the mountain, demon cultivators are rampant, all living beings are materials, and the yin energy is increasing day by day.

On the other hand, they who were supposed to protect the law and slay the devil ended up declining.

"Junior brothers, although the demons are rampant, they are afraid of death. They will not dare to rush in and be the first to take the lead when the temple master is present. Let's take advantage of this period to see if we can find some good ideas."

…

Inside Sanlin Temple.

Shen Lian...oh no, the customer service stood under a small pine tree, looking at the gloomy surrounding mountains and fields.

After Shen Lian, the deity, practiced the fourth level of the Tianzhu Divine Evolution Technique, the deity's divine will has soared to 83,000 feet.

The enhanced power of the fourth-level Tianzhu God-Evolving Technique can be seen clearly.

The stronger the foundation of the soul, the stronger the power of the soul will be increased.

As a secondary soul, his divine soul has also skyrocketed to the level of 70,000 feet. The reason why it has not been raised to 80,000 feet is mainly because the quality of the secondary soul has not caught up yet.

"Fellow Taoist, coming here uninvited is a thief."

A cold voice sounded, mixed with the sound of a clanging sword.

In the mountains and fields, lightning arcs exploded.

Under the small pine tree, Deputy Soul Shen Lian's figure flashed and landed on top of the buildings at the core of Sanlin Temple.

Whoosh!

In an instant, several old figures emerged from the building complex.

"Brother, form the Five Directions Divine Thunder Formation!"

Waves of electric light flashed in the air, and several old figures each held out their swords. In their other hand, they held a token with a pointed top and a handle below. They all looked at Shen Lian as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

"Is this the way Sanlin Temple treats guests?"

Shen Lian felt the lightning hitting him, and his spiritual body still felt a little numb.

"It's a fellow Taoist who naturally has a way of treating guests."

Elder Yun Songzi spoke coldly, holding the largest lightning token in his hand, and rumbled into it with mana.

"Junior brothers and sisters, please step back. If this fellow Taoist really wants to take action, you won't have time to set up your formation."

Master Fuding walked out of the main hall.

"When a Taoist friend comes to visit me, you can directly explain your intention."

Shen Lian's figure flashed and he walked towards the main hall. Before he entered the door, an eight-sided copper sword lit up on its own and was pressed against the tip of his nose.

"This sword is so spiritual."

Shen Lian stretched out his finger, nodded the sword, and said, "Come on, little Jianjian, smell it, do I smell particularly good?"

“Buzz!

As soon as he said these words, the bronze sword really swam in front of him twice, and finally flew back to Master Fuding.

Master Fu Ding patted his spiritual sword. This eight-sided demon-killing thunder sword was the most sensitive to demonic energy, but at this time, he was somewhat close to the person in front of him.

This shows that the person who came is not a demon cultivator.

"Fellow Taoist's foundation is seriously injured. If it is not treated, let alone subsequent advancement, he may not even survive for several decades."

Master Fu Ding didn't take it seriously, "Fellow Taoist, is this what you're here to talk about?"

"No no."

Shen Lian waved his hand, "I'm here to give you a Dragon Transformation Pill."

Having said that, Shen Lian thought Fu Ding would be excited, but unexpectedly, the old man's face drooped.

"Fellow Taoist, you can go back."