Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 463: Snake dragon
Chapter 463: The Half-Demon’s Journey to Raising an Immortal: Snake Dragon
Most of the cities in the underworld are extremely prosperous, but no matter how prosperous the place is, there are also dirty corners.
The outline of Shuyun City is like a six-pointed star.
In five of the corners, there are many pavilions, covering hundreds of feet. The sixth corner was completely shrouded in black mist.
In the fog.
Lu Tong transformed into a moon-worn monkey owl, holding his breath and looking at the swamp in front of him and the strange trees with twisted branches.
Bai Xi stood nearby, covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and said, "You don't want to hide here, do you?"
"Gulu..."
A large series of bubbles emerged from the mire.
A rot lizard covered with scars emerged from the mire, climbed very slowly to a hill made of carrion, swill, excrement, etc., plunged in and swallowed.
The extremely strong stench dispersed.
Lu Tong held back his nausea and said: "There is no other way. There is a hiding place here, let's hide in it first, and someone will take us away in a few days."
Killing requires consequences.
But Long Yi also died, and he did not reveal how to deal with the aftermath before his death.
Not long after Lu Tong and Bai Xi left Yanglong Inn, before they even approached the city gate, groups of monks and ghost servants appeared in the sky flying through the sky.
The road out of the city was cut off.
Fortunately, Jing Xin still has a way out.
A hundred feet away on the left front, five strange trees are entangled together, with a "broken" three-legged pill furnace entangled in the center, shaped like five dragons grabbing a pearl.
Lu Tong's eyes lit up and he said: "Found it."
"Wait."
Bai Xi shook his head and said, "I have another place to go, so let's go first."
"Where?"
"Wei Tower, the other residence of Master Bingwei of Longguang Academy."
Lu Tong frowned and said, "What happened tonight will be exposed sooner or later. Maybe it has already been exposed. Do you have other identities?"
"No."
Bai Xi didn't have the slightest worry, and said slowly: "Don't worry. There are many inheritances in the underworld, and each inheritance is a force. In Shuyun City, no one dares to break into the Wei Tower."
Lu Tong was a little moved.
Compared with the smelly quagmire in front of me, Weilou is obviously better.
"I..."
He just said one word.
Bai Xi smiled and shook his head, saying: "You can't go, at least not with the appearance in front of you."
Wei Hu is ugly.
Lu Tong sighed, intending to change into the appearance of a thorn head, ape arms, and unicorn legs, but he was worried that his identity would be revealed.
"That's it, let's say goodbye! Which one do you want, the chains or the white tendons left by Shang Tao?"
"No need."
Bai Xi stepped lightly and flew into the black mist.
On the three-legged pill furnace.
The broken pill furnace, nearly ten feet in diameter, hangs upside down in a strange tree, half sunk in the mud and half exposed, with three legs pointing diagonally upward.
Lu Tong stood on the belly of the stove and took out a stove leg as thick as a cow leg.
The fourth furnace leg.
He fired mana, swept away the mud at the gap, pushed up the furnace legs, and poured in mana.
After a while, a large series of bubbles emerged from the swamp below.
"Gulu..."
A rotten lizard came out and opened a strange tree.
The alchemy furnace fell into the quagmire.
Lu Tong jumped up and injected another mana.
The alchemy furnace shook slightly, and all the silt on the surface fell off, revealing the bronze furnace body, and a lid of the alchemy furnace appeared next to it.
He quickly got into the alchemy furnace and continued to pour in mana.
"Buzz!"
With a muffled sound, the lid of the alchemy furnace flew up, covering the alchemy furnace and sinking deep into the mud.
The remaining four strange trees are still wrapped around the alchemy furnace, three of them have been uprooted, and only the last one remains outside.
……
In the alchemy furnace, it was pitch black.
A candle lights up.
Lu Tong sat at the bottom of the stove, looked around, and breathed out softly.
It's safe for now.
Putting his hand across his waist, he took off a cowhide package and placed it in front of him.
The package was unwrapped, revealing a bone ring, a dragon ring buckle, two bracelets, and a sleeve bag, which were the storage magic weapons of Long Yi, Shang Tao, Dai Balian, and the two maids respectively.
Lu Tong picked up the Huanlong Pan buckle and poured in mana.
After a long time, the mana touched a huge space, fifty feet long, five feet wide and five feet high.
There is a hill, a river, and a flat land inside.
The mountain is three feet high, with a five-clawed golden dragon coiled on it, and a plaque reading "Shang Palace" hanging on the front.
The river is forty feet long and winding, with pills, wine jars, melons, fruits, white tendons, etc. floating in the water.
The flat ground occupies the largest area, with many tables, bookshelves, square tripods, stone basins, etc. placed very neatly, each filled with things.
He glanced at it and couldn't help but feel some admiration in his heart.
Categorized and organized.
Clear details can be seen. I have taken away many storage magic weapons before, but this is the first time I have encountered such a neat one.
The academy disciples are indeed extraordinary.
Lu Tong looked at it several times, and finally stared at the front of the hill.
Outside the Shang Palace, there is a high platform next to a dragon-shaped flying boat.
The platform is very ordinary.
The length and width are less than one foot, and it is square. It is yellowish brown and seems to be made of soil. It is covered with black lines, like black earthworms.
Altar, high platform.
Among many things, this high platform is the most like the Shuohun Altar.
He looked around and thought about taking it out.
The space is barely enough.
But the Shuohun Altar is the treasure of the sect. Although it looks ordinary, I don’t know what will happen when I take it out.
Lu Tong gathered his thoughts, moved his eyes away, and looked at the bookshelf in the open space.
Twenty bookshelves in total.
Every bookshelf has five floors, and most of them are filled with books.
He turned over his hands and took out a long table and a chair.
On the table, there are pens, inks, paper, inkstones, etc., and there are a few books next to them.
Sit on the chair and pick up a book. After opening it, the blank space of the book is filled with notes.
Lu Tong let out a breath.
Recalling the many bookshelves inside the Huanlong Pankou, I suddenly understood where Shang Tao's strength came from.
Profound accumulation.
Even if there is no powerful inheritance, practicing the most common method will definitely be better than ordinary monks.
Looking at the writing on the book, I couldn't help but feel some joy in my heart.
School disciples, years of hard training...
Now, these accumulations belong to him. ~IndoMTL.com~ Inside the Dan Furnace.
There is a pile of open books on the table.
Beside the table, Lu Tong sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a white tendon in his arms and several blood seeds hanging in front of him.
Dark as ink, as bright as gold, with flashing thunder patterns...
"The positive and negative blood records the fortune.
When the Dharma seal was inserted, the thick white tendons on the arm seemed to melt and gradually turned into a ball of white glue.
One after another, the seals were inserted.
The white glue continued to melt, turning into wisps of white smoke that was half solid and half empty, twisting and rising, and penetrated into the blood species one after another.
The tendons of the snake dragon.
Shang Tao practiced the method of Lord Jilong and raised a pond of white snakes. He also used the method and added elixirs to make a snake with long horns on its head, no scales and no claws.
The white tendons are the tendons of the snake dragon.
The red chain is made from the skin and bones of snake dragons.
In addition, the essence and blood of snakes and dragons are also used to temper the body.
When Lu Tong evolved into a blood species.
Small boats sailed into the quagmire one after another. There were several monks and monsters standing on each boat. The monks all had tokens hanging on their waists.
“Brother Lao San, I haven’t opened a business for two months, why don’t you sell me your brand?”
"Stop farting! The things passed down from our ancestors will have to be sold even if they starve to death!"
"Hahaha..."
"Lao San, how did I hear that you were a married woman and took over the scavenging order of Lao Liu's family?"
On one of the boats, an old man wearing a bamboo hat lowered his head and smiled, ignoring him.
"Hey, that broken pill furnace is missing?"
"Maybe it was hit and sunk by a rotten lizard."
"It's a pity that it weighs at least a thousand pounds, so I'm going to dismantle it and sell it."
"Bullshit! If we weren't allowed to cut down water-swallowing trees, would it still be your turn?"
The old man immediately turned around and looked.
When he saw the last big tree, his expression changed instantly, and he reached out and took out a compass.
On the compass, the pointer points directly to the left of the big tree.