Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 220: Into the sand

Midnight.

Lu Tong sat cross-legged on the couch with his eyes closed, practicing the magic of transforming into demons.

Full spells are more cumbersome.

However, I had already practiced the residual version before, and it took another three hours to finally cast the complete spell for the first time.

Rolling mana surged out and penetrated into the back, spine, coccyx, and tail.

"Creak."

The sound of bones coming into my mind.

He had a brief experience and understood why Fang Mo's tail was so powerful.

The remaining copy only relies on the tail.

The complete spell covers the back, waist, hips, and tail, using almost half of the body's strength.

Cast spells again and again.

As the bones vibrate, the spine gradually becomes thicker.

After a long time, the mana was exhausted.

Lu Tong opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, looking slightly tired.

"Si'er, what time is it?"

"It's half past five. Master, it's time to rest."

There are still more than nine hours left before the tomb is carried into the sand.

He thought for a while and said: "After dawn, you go to Mrs. Ying and ask about the talisman that can enter and exit the sand. If she has a magic weapon that can enter the sand, borrow it and use it."

"Okay."

It's scary under the sand.

It was pitch black and nothing could be seen. When the sand moves, it's hard to tell the difference between up and down.

If you encounter quicksand, if you are not careful, you may hit a dead end.

Lu Tong was still a little worried and asked: "Do you still remember the sand fox half-demon who used to come here to drink?"

"Remember, that man rarely talks."

"Yes, his name is Sha Tan, and he is the caravan leader of the Lianquan Chamber of Commerce. After meeting Mrs. Ying, go to him again and ask about the talisman and magic weapon. If you can borrow the magic weapon, it doesn't matter if the price is higher. ”

Of the people drinking on the roof, he was most familiar with Fan Shun, Wu Nan, Mrs. Ying, and Bai Qingming, and he had less contact with the others.

Sha Tan rarely speaks and rarely takes action.

But perhaps because they are both half-demon, Sha Tan's attitude was more kind when facing Lu Tong.

……

Night.

Lu Tong followed the Hai family monks and entered the dense white fog.

In the center of the white fog.

There is an amber crystal shuttle.

It is shaped like a date core, nearly twenty feet long, and the highest point in the center is about ten feet.

The light penetrated the crystal and dispersed thousands of rays of light, all converging on the center - a tomb shaped like a palace.

Outside the tomb, there is a circle of green water surrounding it.

Beside the water, sand trees, sand flowers, stone pine, and polygonatum are arranged in order.

Crossing a white jade bridge is the tomb hall.

There is a circle of salamanders outside the temple.

On the lotus heart, there are books, swords, beads, robes, horses, people, cities...

Inward are four doors and windows, painted in sequence with a naked baby, a simple and honest boy, a young man in rich clothes, and a skinny old man.

A plaque on the door and window is very eye-catching, with the three characters "Xinle Tomb" on it.

Lu Tong felt a little weird and looked back.

"You three, come here."

Next to the tomb.

A middle-aged monk with a bald head and long beard looked at Lu Tong and asked: "Walking into the sand together means we live and die together. What do you call fellow Taoists?"

"Lu Tong."

"Fellow Daoist Lu, their names are Cui Wei and Zhao Mangong. As for me, just call me Lao Meng."

"I met three of them."

Lu Tong handed over one by one.

I have entered the construction site many times and have seen all three of them.

Cui Wei is a female cultivator.

Zhao Manggong is the yellow-robed monk on duty with Fang Mo.

Lao Men took out four white nets, handed one to each person, and said: "Each person has one, use it to pull the tomb. Zhao Mangong is in front, I am in the back, you two are on the left and the right."

A few people took it.

Lao Meng stared at the three of them respectively and said sternly: "When you enter the sand, you are like a grasshopper on a rope. All actions are at my disposal. If anyone is in danger, others are not allowed to sit back and watch. Do you understand?" ”

"Understood."

"It's the first time to enter the sand again."

Lu Tong also nodded and said: "Lu has little experience. If there is something wrong at that time, please speak up."

Lao Meng looked more relaxed and said: "Let's go, try it first."

Zhao Manggong and Cui Wei each found their positions.

Lao Men led Lu Tong to the left side of the tomb, took out the white net, climbed on the shuttle, and handed over the net rope left in his hand.

"Take it. After injecting mana, you can pull, push, lift, and press, and control the direction of the tomb through this net."

"Okay."

He took the net rope and injected a magic power. After a little experimentation, I soon realized that the net is equivalent to a big hand, and I use it to grab the tomb.

"After entering the sand, remember to listen to my command. When I say left, it means left, and when I say right, it means right. Do you understand?"

This is Laomen’s second emphasis.

Lu Tong knew that the stakes were high, so he nodded vigorously and said, "Everything is up to you."

The four of them dispersed.

"Get ready!"

The old dull voice sounded.

Ahead, Zhao Mangong's yellow robe swelled up, and a streak of yellow sand flew out, turning into a sharp-horned sand snake in front.

On the right, Cui Wei took out a clay cauldron and hung it above his head after offering it, with repeated yellow lights hanging down.

Behind, Lao Meng cast his spell, and the surrounding gravel flew up, wrapped around his body, and turned into a sand giant half a foot tall.

On the left, Lu Tong activated his magic power, and a golden light flowed from his tail and enveloped his whole body.

He took out another sand fox jacket and put it on. As the mana flowed, the fox hairs swayed gently.

Then he took out a compass and hung it on his chest.

"Let's go! Zhao Mangong, enter."

The tomb was lifted up, then lifted off the ground.

"Cui Wei, left."

The tomb turns to the left.

"Lu Tong, left."

Lu Tong grabbed the net rope and pulled it to the left, and the tomb continued to turn left.

The four of them practiced with a cup of tea in the air.

Lao Meng said again: "Zhao Mangong, enter the sand!"

The tomb rushed downwards.

Like mud cows sinking into water, the four people and their graves sank silently into the sand.

"Lu Tong, right."

After entering the sand, Lao Men's voice sounded clearer.

He flicked his tail and immediately pushed to the right.

The fox hairs on the sand fox jacket are like small hands, pushing aside the surrounding gravel.

The compass on the chest emits a dazzling white light, always pointing upward.

The tomb moves slowly.

He is always like a swimming fish, sticking close to the side.

"Lu Tong, exit."

He pressed down again.

Under Lao Men's command, the tomb was like an iron ball in the palm of a hand, being played with obediently.

"Zhao Mangong, enter."

Get off the sand.

Together again.

Lao Meng nodded to the three of them and said, "That's right. If you encounter quicksand, don't panic. Just obey the command and I'll keep you safe."

"Okay."

"Let's rest, recover some mana, and set off when the time comes."

Midnight is approaching.

The four of them stood still.

A group of men and women wearing black and white mourning robes came in, knelt down and cried beside the tomb.

"Boom!"

The bell rang, and the crying suddenly became louder.

Lao Meng said in a deep voice: "Zhao Mangong, get off!"

The graves were buried in the sand.

My eyes fell into darkness, and the sound of crying gradually faded away. In my ears, there was only the sound of gravel grinding and the old boring command.

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The temperature dropped sharply, and it became difficult to breathe. The surrounding gravel became rough and heavy, like iron sand.

Lu Tong looked at his chest.

The white light on the compass was only an inch long, but it still pointed the direction.

"Lu Tong, left."

He poured in mana and pulled it to the left.

Lao Men's passwords became more and more frequent. After burning incense, he started calling only his last name and giving several passwords in a row.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

A burst of noise came, sounding like thousands of pythons rubbing against the gravel at the same time.

Lu Tong's heart tightened.

Quicksand.

He summoned up a burst of magic power, and the sand fox coat glowed with light, and it faintly transformed into a sand fox.

"Zhao, on the top; Lu, on the right; Cui, on the right."

Several people exerted their strength at the same time, and the tomb changed direction instantly.

"The quicksand has arrived, prepare to take action."

"Zhao, let go and get out of the way."

"Lu, left; Cui, left."

"Lu, let go and get out of the way."

"Cui, let go and get out of the way."

Old Men kept saying a few words.

The surrounding sand is trapped by quicksand, slowly collapsing and moving.

Lu Tong let go of the net rope, and a sand fox about ten feet long was enveloped outside his body. He swung his tail and tried his best to stabilize his body, and retreated ten feet away.

After a breath of silence, Lao Meng's roar sounded again: "Come here!"

The tombs passed by, and wherever they passed, the surrounding sand collapsed.

A gap appeared in front of his eyes, and then a dazzling white light lit up. Lao Men was standing under the light.

He had a slight thought.

With its tail drawn out forcefully, the sand fox moved its claws and quickly moved towards Lao Men.

After a breath, the four of them reunited.

Lao Meng flipped his hands and punched out two sand pythons, scattered the surrounding sand, and said: "Let's go!"

The three of them also used their own methods.

Sacrifice the sharp-horned sand snake, clay tripod, and fox fur coat, and rush outside together.