Taming the Demon: A Guide to Raising a Great Sage

Chapter 171 170, Seven Spider Sisters!

When Shen Lang left the space, he chose to appear at a location three feet above the Dianjingbi——when he exited the Dianjingbi space, he could decide where to appear arbitrarily.But in terms of distance, the farthest from the pen holder should not exceed three feet.

So after leaving the Jingbi space, three feet below Shen Lang's feet was the red-red magma that was constantly bubbling.

As soon as he came out, his suspended body began to fall.

Ignoring the need to observe the surrounding environment, with a thought, Shen Lang immediately cast the Taoist summoning technique, and summoned a skeleton Taoist to put it under his feet.

When the bone Taoist soldier sank into the magma, Shen Lang stepped heavily on the Taoist soldier's skull with his toes, accelerating the Taoist soldier's sinking, and at the same time jumped up with his strength, looking around quickly.

It can be seen that this place is still underground, and it is a rather large cave.

The magma occupied most of the area of ​​the cave, forming a lake of magma. The scorching light emitted by the "lake" made the entire cave glow red.

Dian Jingbi is floating in the center of the magma lake, about [-] meters away from the hard rock beside the "lake shore".

At this time, Shen Lang's rising momentum was over, and his figure was falling again. With a quick thought, he summoned a skeleton soldier again.

As soon as the Bone Daoist appeared, he extended his palms and slapped Shen Lang hard.

clang!
With a crisp sound, the Bone Daoist pushed his palms on the "golden bell cover" that was upside down on Shen Lang, and the entire skeleton was directly thrown out and fell into the magma.

Shen Lang did not move at all, and was not pushed away by the powerful palms of the Bone Dao Soldier as expected.

"..."

There was a big oolong, and Shen Lang's head was full of black lines for a while.

Seeing that the soles of his feet were about to be hit by magma, even through the triple defense of the golden bell cover, iron cloth shirt, and skin reinforcement, he still faintly felt the heat of the magma, so he quickly cast a spell again with a thought.

This time, it is the "Strong Grasping Hand".

The "Great Grabbing Hand" was finally not blocked by the golden bell cover. As soon as the translucent palm appeared, he spread his five fingers and grabbed Shen Lang, stopping his falling and making him hover in the air.

Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and with a thought, he retracted some of the fine brush, which turned into a brand on the back of his hand. His thought directed the grabbing hand vigorously, and carried himself to the shore of the lava lake.

"The spell is really convenient! Even if you haven't learned the flying spell, you can still fly in this way! Although the flying is a bit slow, if you fly like this, you can only be a living target if you fight with others, but at least it can be used to overcome the disadvantages. Terrain is very useful in daily life..."

Shen Lang felt emotional in his heart, he only felt that compared to Fa Ye, the fighters were simply hard-pressed.

Soon, the powerful capture hand carried Shen Lang, flew over the surface of the lava lake, came to the shore, and put him down.

The air in the crypt was scorching hot, and there were all kinds of high-temperature poisonous gases erupting from the magma fire bubbles. Even the stones on the shore were so hot that they could fry eggs in an instant. Ordinary people could not survive here.

However, Shen Lang can block the high temperature and filter the poisonous gas only by relying on the golden bell cover. As long as he doesn't fall into the magma, there will be no problem with his safety.

After getting his feet on the ground, he immediately walked along the shore of the lake and walked around to the entrance of a cave he had hoped for before.

He stood in front of the half-person-high hole for a while, feeling that hot air was flowing into the hole, nodded in satisfaction, bent over and walked in.

……

The season has already entered autumn, and the wind in the evening has brought a little bit of coolness.

The maple leaves on Lize Mountain were also gradually stained with red clouds.

In the depths of Fenglin, a fight is coming to an end.

A young man in a sapphire blue silk shirt and a jade belt around his waist, who looked like a rich man, leaned against a maple tree with disheveled hair and blood all over his body, coughing up large streams of blood.

A dagger pierced through his left shoulder, pierced his back, and nailed him to the tree trunk. There were five bloody paw prints on his chest. The turned out flesh was black and smelly, and the blood that flowed out was also sticky black blood. , obviously already poisoned.

The young man's face was pale, his lips were black, and he was coughing up blood while staring at the enemy in front of him.

The archenemy standing in front of him was a woman in black.

She dresses very hot and bold.

Inside the blouse is a black tube top, revealing fragrant shoulders and jade neck, delicate collarbone and even a white and flat belly.

The lower body is only wearing a short skirt, not only the slender calf is bare, but even half of the jade-like thigh is exposed.

The jacket is a long black gown with double breasts and a slit at the hem.The slender and straight legs, and the slender waist that can be grasped are vividly outlined in the tunic gown.

The woman in black is also quite beautiful.

She has long black hair, white skin, a small melon-shaped face with big and bright eyes, a small and straight nose, and although her lips are painted purple and black, they also have a different charm.

But in the eyes of the young master, such a beautiful woman with such a figure and appearance is no different from an evil ghost.

He stared at the woman in black, and asked hoarsely:

"You...how did you...do Xiaomei Du?"

The woman in black was lowering her head and picking her nails.

Her palms are small and delicate, her fingers are slender and slender, and she has inch-long nails painted a rich purple-black color.

At this time, she was carefully picking the blood stains and minced meat under her nails.

The five shocking, bone-deep paw prints on the young man's chest were made by her bare hands.

With her small fingernails, she picked out a little blood froth from between the nails of her thumbs, then raised her eyes to glance at the young man, and said lightly:

"I'm about to die, and I'm still worried about your 'Little Sister Du'? When did you become so sentimental, the dog leg of God's Catching Hall?"

"you……"

"If you are really worried about your little sister Du, tell me honestly, how much do you really know about us? Besides you, who else knows about us? Have you reported this matter to the higher-ups of the Shencatching Hall? "

"Hehe, do you think... I'll tell you?"

The woman in black said lightly:
"It doesn't matter if you don't say it. Our connections are beyond your imagination, and some of them can be found out. It's your little sister Du who is willing to take risks and accompany you to investigate the case. In the end, she will be tortured because of you. Guess what?" Guess, what am I going to do with her?"

"You, you are also a woman...why bother...make it difficult for her?"

The woman in black chuckled lightly:
"Oh, women are the best at embarrassing women. Aren't you men also the best at embarrassing men?
"In the rivers and lakes, men are always the ones who kill the most, and the ones who are killed are mostly men. Not to mention the two armies on the battlefield. Thousands of men die. So people are inherently Best at embarrassing the same kind.

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense. Didn't you still worry about Du Xiaomei just now? I'm not lying to you, she will definitely die, but whether she will die happily, or be tortured and tortured before she dies, It's all in your mind.

"Answer the question I just asked honestly. If it satisfies me, I promise to give your little sister Du a good time."

The young man's breath was weak, his eyes had begun to loosen, and he murmured:

"I am the only one who knows about you... I, after my investigation... I found out that your connections are beyond imagination, and the Luling government is not trustworthy... So, I did not disclose this to anyone, nor did I I didn't have time to report to the superior... I just investigated and followed up alone... Xiaomei Du didn't know the details, she just helped me out of loyalty, you guys, let it go..."

Before he finished speaking, his head drooped and he passed out.

The woman in black lowered her eyes and glanced lightly at the young man, pondered for a while, turned and left without stepping forward to make up the knife.

After a while.

A little white rabbit ran over, stepping on fallen leaves all over the ground. When it saw the "dead man" sitting under a tree, it froze for a moment, and lingered with its ears up.

Soon, another short-haired man in a white robe, with a black scabbard sword on his back, and a long knife in his hand came over.

He glanced at the young man under the tree, leaned over and lifted the little white rabbit up, put it on his shoulder, and then walked towards the young man under the tree.

As he walked, he raised his hand and gently pressed the center of his eyebrows, as if he was sensing something.

"It's not dead yet, it's the last breath left..."

He said softly, as if he was talking to himself, but also seemed to be talking to someone.

Afterwards, he walked under the tree, tapped the space between his eyebrows again, as if he had confirmed something, and then pointed at the young man.

A gleam of light like raindrops emerged out of thin air, and fell on the young man's chest, seeping into the shocking paw print on his chest.

Mantra!
Obviously, this young man in white robe with short hair and holding a sword behind his back is Shen Lang.

Soon, the young man groaned and slowly opened his eyelids.

Shen Lang asked softly:

"Excuse me, what is this place?"

The young man's eyes glowed, and he hadn't regained consciousness yet. When he heard the question, he replied instinctively:

"This place is Luling Mansion, in Lize Mountain..."

Luling Mansion?
Shen Lang's heart moved, and he quickly found the location of Luling Mansion on the map of Dongtu in his memory. He said that when he entered the ruins, he was still in Lingwu Mansion next to Yingzhou Mansion, and now he has arrived at Luling Mansion. Is there only a few hundred miles left in the capital?
A fine pen floated in the lava river for six or seven days, but it actually floated for seven or eight thousand miles?
No, that lava river never flows so fast.

So, from that deserted wild temple, when entering the Yifu, there was a teleportation of thousands of miles in an instant?
Or when the fine pen was thrown into the lava river together with a large amount of rubbish from the Yifu, and when it fell vertically in the tunnel of unknown depth, there was a huge teleportation of thousands of miles in an instant?
If this is the case, the Immortal Mansion is probably not in the Damang Mountain of Lingwu Mansion, and it may not even be in the "mortal world".

The deserted wild temple in Damang Mountain in Lingwu Mansion should be just an entrance with the function of "teleportation".

While thinking, he said:

"Thank you, my lord, for clarifying the confusion. My lord, your pulse has been broken, and the poison is attacking your heart. I can't save you, I can only save your life for a while. If you have any last words, please speak them out, and I will help you as appropriate." You convey."

The young man was seriously injured, not to mention the "Sweet Rain Curse" that Shen Lang was using at his current level, even Xiaoya's second level "Small Return to Heaven" couldn't save him.

At this time, the young man's slack eyes gradually focused, and he finally regained some clarity.

He coughed twice, raised his head to look at Shen Lang with difficulty, and after seeing Shen Lang's thin cropped short hair, he asked in a weak and trembling voice:
"Thank you, Mage, for continuing your life... Dare I ask Mage, what's your name?"

"Master" does not refer to monks and masters, but a respectful title for Buddhist monks.

In Yingzhou Mansion, among the seafarers and dock laborers, most of them have short hair, and it is not uncommon to see those with thin cuts.

But in the hinterland of Dachu, when people see a man with a cropped head and short hair, they immediately mistake him for a monk who hasn't shaved his head for a while.

The young man obviously regarded Shen Hai as a monk.

But Shen Lang's vest this time was originally arranged in this way.

He raised one hand and bowed his head to the young man:
"Amitabha, little monk Fahai, wandering monk."

"So it's Zen Master Fahai..."

Although Shen Lang looked very young, the young man doubted whether he was over 20 years old, but seeing that his breath was calm, and he seemed to be a bit of a master, the young man respectfully called him "Zen Master".

Shen Lang looked at the dying young man who was hanging by the "Ganlin Curse" for his last breath, and sighed:

"My lord, you don't have much time to talk nonsense. If you have any last words, please say them quickly."

The young man whispered:
"Can I... trust the Zen master?"

Shen Lang said lightly:
"Believe it or not."

The young man's expression changed for a while, and he finally made up his mind:

"I'm...the secret agent of the God of Catchment in Luling Mansion, codenamed Hydra..."

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows:
"Are you from God's Catching Hall? Do you have proof?"

The young man said:
"I am disguised, disguised identity, stalking the suspect, secretly investigating the case... To prevent exposure, I dare not carry my identity certificate..."

Shen Lang shook his head and sighed:
"But seeing you like this, it was finally exposed... Who is the one who killed you?"

The young man coughed twice, his voice was weak, and he said intermittently:
"I'm... investigating a case of missing persons. I thought it was just the work of an underground gang that secretly trafficked people, but I didn't expect... to involve a big case involving the blood sacrifice of a demon god.

"In the past two years, rumors of the 'Seven Spider Sisters' have gradually spread in the underground black market in Luling Mansion... I suspect that they are the apostles of the Demon God...

"I haven't found out all the identities of the Seven Spider Sisters. I only guess...they have their own upright identities on the surface, and they have great hidden power in Luling Mansion.

"The gang that abducted people is... controlled by them. The missing people were not trafficked, but... made blood sacrifices to the demon god!

"The most suspected one is the famous bounty killer in the black market, Bai Shishi... She can always complete commissions far beyond her actual ability, and even hunted down two middle-stage fourth-rank warriors...

"Today, I followed Bai Shishi in disguise and went to the 'Hot Spring Villa' in Lize Mountain. For some reason, I exposed my identity and was hunted down by her... But this also made me sure that she is indeed... Seven Sisters The 'Black Spider' in the picture. The hot spring villa in Lize Mountain, it may also be a stronghold of the Seven Spider Sisters Blood Sacrifice Demon God...

"I have a companion named Du Qianqian, who is the daughter of Du Baisheng, a martial artist in the Luling Mansion... She, she covered me and pretended to be my maid... Now she has fallen into the hands of thieves... Please Zen Master , pass this news to Du Baisheng, ask him...to try to pass the news to Shenchuangtang..."

As soon as I said this, a calm female voice suddenly came from afar:

"Sure enough, as I expected, you really have backup."

[Ask for a ticket~! 】

(End of this chapter)