Half-demon Raising Immortals

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, after only maintaining a sunny day, it immediately ushered in a cold day.

The cold wind is blowing, and the drizzle is stabbing down.

Countless raindrops were frozen into ice needles, piercing the ground overwhelmingly.

A group of ghosts sacrificed their ghost bodies and practiced fighting in the sky.

A white tiger walked out of the cabin.

Xiao Mu landed on the deck, said: "I have seen the chief."

"Ah."

Lu Tong walked to the edge of the black-covered boat, looked in the direction of Donghaizong, and said, "Is there a black and white dragon attacking this morning?"

"Yes. They flew from the south at sunrise and set off dozens of thunderstorms along the way. Except for one stalker who was caught, no one was lost."

A thought came to his mind.

The horned bamboo zither showed up with great fanfare, and might be looking for him.

Xiao Mudao: "Sizhu, Yi Fazong will send out disciples again, the number is about [-], the suzerain asked me to ask if I can find a place to settle them."

Lu Tong understood Yi Fazong's plan, but he still said: "Okay, the small town is short of manpower."

Xiao Mu was silent for a while, and said: "Most of the disciples this time have just started, and their strength is low. What the suzerain means is whether they can be placed in the formation like the previous batch of disciples?"

After Xin Chen's death, most of the disciples of Yi Fa Sect followed Wang Jiefeng and hid in Tong's Befu, avoiding the subsequent fighting.

Lu Tong was silent.

The cooperation of this matter will benefit both sides, he will increase his subordinates, and Yi Fazong will keep his disciples.

But he ran back and forth and put in a lot of effort.

Yi Fazong didn't pay anything, just passed on a sentence lightly, it was too easy to just agree.

Xiao Mu waited for a while, and said: "The lord said that if the master needs it in the future, he can tell the disciples of Yifa Sect. The elder Xue Ye who accompanied him this time also obeyed the orders of the master."

"There's not much going on right now."

Lu Tong spread his wings, flapped them lightly, and flew off the deck to a height of ten feet.

Xiao Mu hurriedly said: "Last year, the suzerain asked for a pot of 'returning pills on the spiritual day' from Jiaxiang Academy. I heard that there is still one left. Thanks to the protection of the Yifa sect, I have already repaired a book to ask for it for the suzerain. This pill."

"Okay, I have a heart."

Lu Tong flapped his wings violently, rushed out of the small town, crashed into the rain of ice needles and disappeared.

Dangan Mountain, like the last meeting, was covered with a layer of ice again.

In the pavilion on the top of the mountain.

A petite figure was sitting at the table. On the table was a chess board and two cups of hot tea, with wisps of steam wafting from the mouth of the cups.

A different species of dragon drilled into the pavilion.

Lu Tong pressed his claws on the long table, opened his mouth and sucked it, the tea in the cup turned into a stream of water, mixed with the wafting hot air, slipped into his mouth together.

"what's up?"

"event."

The horned bamboo zither stretched out its claws and tapped it on the chessboard.

A stream of ink smears flowed out from under the crystal claws, turning into mountains, rivers, cities, etc., and then names emerged one by one.

In a few breaths, an extremely detailed map appeared on the chessboard.

Donghaizong, Gushui Town, Fayuan Mountain, etc. are all in it. These familiar places only occupy half of the place, and the other half is the other side of the ghost town.

The ghost city is bordered by Jushui Lake in the north, Donghai Sect in the west, and another sect—Baolian Sect on the east.

Lu Tong's heart moved slightly, thinking of the layout of the three kings yesterday, Dong Haizong's side had switched from offense to defense, and asked: "The three kings are going to deal with Bao Lianzong?"

"good."

He stared for a while, then stretched out his paws to point to the vast wilderness between the ghost town and Baolianzong.

"Wansheng Shenxu is in the middle, can the three kings get through?"

In the large interval, a slender "mountain" is like a city wall, completely isolating the ghost town and Baolianzong.

Wansheng Shenxu.

The remaining divine power in the Shenxu is like a sea of ​​smoke. Under the influence of the divine power, the soil, trees, and rivers all changed, turning into one by one.

The soil is like snakes, the trees are like vines, and the rivers are like pillars.

When the wind blows, even the wind turns into a long stick, blowing on the body, like being hit by a stick.

When the world changed, the gods in the north personally took action and released the hidden "memory" in the depths of the Shenxu, and now the Wansheng Shenxu has been reduced to a desperate situation.

The horned bamboo zither shook its head, its claws slid across the chessboard, and a drop of pitch-black ink appeared on the southern open space, with three words floating beside it——

Since Zhen Wang.

"Ten days ago, Weiwei Mountain collapsed suddenly, revealing a large hole with a diameter of three miles. It has been found out that King Zizhen led tens of thousands of fog ghosts to sneak into this place. He has more than thirty 'baizhangdilong' under his command, who are good at digging holes through mountains. , if there is no accident, he will lead countless subordinates to cross the Shenxu from the deepest part of the ground."

Lu Tong's pupils shrank slightly.

It has nothing to do with the two ghost kings teaming up, but because of Zizhen King.

Wanxi is under the command of King Zizhen.

The Ten Thousand Demon Transformation Spring Rebirth Formation used by Cheng Dan was also given by King Zizhen.

He stared at it for a few breaths, collected his mind, and said, "What are your plans?"

The horned bamboo zither evoked the fox's mouth.

"Bao Lian Sect has nothing to do with us. You go back and find out the news. After the fog ghosts come out, we will attack the ghost city fortress together and destroy the lair of the three kings!"

Lu Tong stared at the dragon's eyes.

Through repeated spells on the chessboard, it seems that there are countless underground tunnels hidden below.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "The three kings are not so stupid."

"I know. But you forgot, smart people are often very greedy. Since he wants to bite Bao Lianzong, don't blame us for biting him."

The horned bamboo kite waved its paw.

A few mana flew out and turned into a maid, tea tree, mountain spring, etc. The maid took off the fresh and tender tea leaves, held them in the palm of her hand, and spread the tea leaves again to dry them.

Drain water, boil water...

In a few breaths, a pot of hot tea was brewed from scratch from the tea picking.

Lu Tong opened his mouth and took a breath, but the tea fell into his mouth. After a little aftertaste, he stuck out his long scarlet tongue and licked the corner of his mouth.

"The tea and water are all fake, but the taste is real. How do you do it?"

The illusion of the horned bamboo kite cannot be fooled by a pair of dragon eyes.

The maids, tea trees, etc. just now were all transformed by mana. They shouldn't have a smell, but they tasted full of fragrance.

Unless the illusion of the horned bamboo zither can fool the five senses and six senses.

Jiaozhu Zheng took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Guess?"

Lu Tong glanced left and right, finally stared at the teacup, and opened his mouth to spit out a beam of flame.

Under the flames, the outside of the black teacup burned red, and flames burst out from the inside, bursting apart the shredded tea that was specially roasted and smelted.

"It's really a 'tea' cup."

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

Lu Tong shook his head slowly, and said: "Small tricks won't be of great use. If you want to bite three kings, you only have to overwhelm the ghost city with strength. Xiangshan Mansion is about to come to help. Just my Yi Fazong, the new manpower has already been sent. That's three times as much as last year."

The expression of the horned bamboo zither changed slightly, and the pupils shrank to the size of a needle's eye.

"This opportunity is not to be missed."

"What if it's a trap?"

The horned bamboo zither fell silent.

Lu Tong waited for a while, blinked his golden eyelids, and said: "I have an idea, if it works, maybe I can get rid of the three kings. I just don't know if you are willing to..."

"what?"

"If you give up, you will get something."

He stretched out his dragon claws, swiped across the chessboard, and clawed off a large area around the waterfall city with one claw, and then swung another claw, scratching off a large area again.

The horned bamboo zither remained motionless, but four white fangs were bared from his lips.

Lu Tong waved his four claws, Donghaizong lost dozens of small cities, and then picked out another piece from Baolianzong.

A large area collapsed.

All together, it is already bigger than the current ghost town.

He withdrew his dragon claw and said, "Such a big piece of meat, it's uncomfortable to swallow it in one gulp, maybe you'll choke to death. What do you think?"

The pupils of the Jiaozhuzheng fluctuated, and said sharply: "What if he doesn't swallow it?"

"As you said, smart people are greedy."

The horned bamboo kite stared at it for a long time, then flew out of the pavilion, leaving behind a voice: "At any time."

"Yes."

Lu Tong responded casually, looked at the collapsed map in front of him, and murmured: "Survival in the cracks, I messed up this time, I'm a spy and a traitor, I really have nowhere to go."

……

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the day of reunion.

Lu Tong flew into the intercepting lake alone.

After searching around for a long time with a map, I finally found a landmark—Zhenhai Tower.

After the big change, Jieshui Lake completely changed its appearance.

In the past, corals, reefs, deserted islands, etc. went to seven or eight, and the underwater undercurrent became chaotic, making it difficult to distinguish the direction.

He landed on the broken iron tower, looked up at the sun, and flapped his wings to fly to the northwest.

After flying for a long time, a tornado appeared ahead.

The wind is strong and the water vapor is sufficient. The tornado looks white, like a huge white pillar reaching the sky and the earth.

The source of Lishui River.

This was originally the source of an underground river, and there was a hole at the bottom of the water, which formed a whirlpool on the surface of the water.

Later, Da Neng made a move and set up a formation in the river channel, and the momentum of swallowing the lake water increased a hundred times, and the vortex turned into a huge hole with a diameter of hundreds of feet.

It even swallowed water and wind together, forming a tornado on the surface of the water.

Lu Tong rushed into the tornado.

"Boom, boom..."

Loud noises exploded one after another.

There is a bottomless hole at the foot, like a gigantic mouth, which continuously swallows countless lake water, but it is not satisfying at all, but even more hungry and thirsty.

Lu Tong felt inexplicably cold.

For a moment, it seemed as if a mighty figure was opening its mouth to bite.

The ghost cave in Gushui Town is several times larger than this one, but its power is not as powerful as one thousandth.

"Wei Hu?"

A mellow voice entered the ears, overwhelming the sound of wind and water.

A bamboo raft was hanging at the entrance of the cave, and a young monk was sitting on the raft, holding a book in his hand, looking up.

Lu Tong took a deep breath, put away his bloody body, landed on the bamboo raft, and saluted, "I pay homage to Que Zhenren."

"Where's Que Yu?"

"I'm practicing the stick technique in the small town of Gushui. Except for being captured by the three kings and practicing "Wishing the Corpse Spirits and Ghosts Shangfa", everything has been safe since I entrusted myself to the younger generation."

The young monk nodded.

Que Shenpeng, the appearance is not amazing, eyebrows, face, mouth and nose are all very ordinary, far less than Que Yu's beauty.

But the eyes are very special.

It seems a little tired and confused, but behind the surface there is a stubbornness that is heavier than mountains.

"what would you like?"

Lu Tong swallowed, took out a piece of paper, and handed it over with both hands.

Little demons, smoke, and water droplets are drawn on the paper.

"The younger generation practiced a method to transform a blood demon with demon law, magic power, and blood essence. Unfortunately, I couldn't do it. I asked Junior Sister Que for help, and she said that I lacked a soul-dividing technique."

Que Shenpeng stared at the ink on the paper for a long time, then slowly shook his head.

"It is indeed related to the soul, but there is no need to divide the soul, this demon method is lacking."

Lu Tong was secretly startled.

"Senior has extensive knowledge, and it is indeed a crippled method."

"There is no form but no spirit. Either complete the method, or add a soul-living thing."

His heart moved slightly, and he immediately said, "Is it Shuang Ling You Jing?"

"Yes. But this item is rare, and it would be a waste to use it for this kind of spell."

Lu Tong nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior!"

Que Shen fluffed his fingers.

The paper floated out, swayed a few times with the wind and scattered into a piece of powder, white paper powder and black toner, each particle was distinct.

The powder swirls slowly, like a small whirlwind.

"anymore question?"

Lu Tong glanced at the whirlwind at the end of the paper, and said: "One more thing, the younger generation once had a Taoist companion. When the Taoist couple was pregnant, I practiced Qi and blood together, and grew up with the fetus. It's a pity that the practice is only half done. Dare to ask?" Senior, there are other ways."

Que Shenpeng raised his eyelids.

"Evil?"

Lu Tong immediately said: "No, the ancient immortal's method is neutral and peaceful, and will not harm Taoist companions or fetuses."

"Ha ha……"

Que Shenpeng suddenly let out a hearty laugh.

Lu Tong's heart tightened, and a coldness appeared from behind, and immediately drilled from the tailbone to the top of the head.

"In front of seniors, don't dare to speak half a lie!"

Que Shenpeng ignored it, waved his hand, and the paper fell into his hand again and turned into a piece of white paper, the ink on it changed rapidly.

After a breath, the "little demon" on the paper turned into a "baby".

"Is it right?"

"Senior has only one eye, but this junior has something to hide, please forgive me."

Lu Tong let out a breath, only to realize that his back was completely soaked.

Que Shenpeng raised the corners of his mouth, stared at the pattern on the paper, and said with a smile: "This method is exquisite. The Golden Core Realm can transform into a 'clone'. Although it is far from the real clone, it can be called outstanding under the Nascent Soul! "

"Senior, please advise!"

"You have found a way out, why should I talk too much?"

"Senior means..."

A white light lit up in Que Shenpeng's eyes, and when he pointed out, the baby ink on the paper flew out and began to take the shape of a dragon and the shadow of a phoenix.

"Creating life in the womb, creating something out of nothing. However, the human womb is chaotic, and the blood is too weak. It should be called a dragon fetus or a phoenix egg. What kind of beast did you use?"

Que Shenpeng looked curious, like a little monk asking for advice from his master.

Lu Tong raised a little caution, not daring to lie, and said: "Human fetus, but the younger generation's Taoist couple has a special status, the ethnic group they belong to has a special method, and their blood is extremely long."

"Clan?"

Que Shenpeng frowned, thought for a while, and said, "I heard that there are many ancient savages living in the barren land in the south. Could it be that your Taoist partner was born here?"

Hundred wastes, the land of ancient immortals is further south.

There are a total of one hundred mansions, with vast land and few people, and each mansion has a human race.

Lu Tong said vaguely, "It's about the same."

"Interesting, do you have their method?"

The two seem to have switched identities.

Que Shenpeng sat at a low place, raised his head and was not ashamed to ask; Lu Tong stood at a high place, bowed his head respectfully.

"Back to the seniors, no. But there are still some books. The original owner is a disciple of Longguang Academy, and he has received the inheritance of great power, and the foundation is extremely deep."

"Bring it!"

"Yes."

Lu Tong took out ten small boxes in a row, with twenty books in each box, filling the space under his feet.

"Any more?"

"There are 53 boxes left."

There was a bright light in Que Shenpeng's eyes, and he waved his hand, billowing water vapor poured in, spread on both sides of the bamboo strips and turned into a water mat.

"take it out."

"Yes."

Boxes were opened one by one.

Que Shenpeng seemed to have forgotten Lu Tong and Que Yu who was in a different place, and directly transported out the mana, unfolded ten books at the same time, and read them intently.

Lu Tong waited for nearly a quarter of an hour, then said in a low voice: "Senior, this junior once had a doubt when he was reading, please ask senior for guidance."

"Which one?"

""Records of Hunyuan Birth Division","

Que Shenpeng quickly found out the book and began to flip through it.

Ten pages at a time.

After reading it quickly, he asked, "What doubts?"

"Separation can be used to transform demons. Can the blood body practiced by the younger generation use the art of transforming demons. This is the blood body technique of the younger generation. This is the blood body..."

Que Shenpeng took over the method with a very serious expression, as if the doubt was not someone else's, but encountered it personally.