Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 287: Death in vain, gambling on life
In front of the cliff, a cool breeze blew by.
"Dang, Dang"
Lu Tong opened his arms and moved his shoulders, waist, legs, etc. The bones collided and made the sound of golden bells.
After a while, he raised his tiger claw.
Take a step forward, and a layer of flames ignites under your claws.
"Let's take action."
Ma Shengding took two steps back, looked at the Master of the Kong family and said urgently: "Master, killing ghosts in the fog is not child's play. It is inevitable that some people will be killed or injured, and I have been seriously injured several times. The immortal must have misunderstood!"
The Master of the Kong family did not say anything.
Yes or no, there is nothing to say but it will become clear after trying it.
Lu Tong walked over step by step and the flames ignited, finally covering half of his body.
When it was one and a half feet away, its tail suddenly whipped out.
The goose egg-thick scaly tail was pulled out for ten feet, and as a layer of golden light circulated, the tip of the tail stretched out another ten feet.
Ma Shengding raised his hands and put them in front of his chest.
"Bang!"
A crisp sound.
Ma Shengding stepped back three feet and lowered his head to look at his hands.
The palms turned purple and were swelling rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The flesh on the palm of his hand burst open, blood seeped out, and fell to the ground drop by drop.
Lu Tong took two steps, then with an idea, he pulled out his tail again.
"Bang!"
Ma Shengding stepped back another three feet, his sleeves were torn, and the flesh on his wrists and forearms exploded.
"Bang!"
The third whip was drawn, but Ma Shengding still did not take action.
Lu Tong frowned, raised his right hand, and the whirlwind leaped out and turned into a ten-foot-long wind knife in his palm.
"This knife will kill you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the wind knife had grown three feet tall.
Countless air currents pull the five fingers together, and the wind knife is swung out
The speed of the knife suddenly becomes faster when the wrist is turned
When the arm was waving, the wind knife was less than two feet away from the neck.
Ma Shengding closed his eyes and raised his hands to cover his neck. Silently, the wind knife cut into the palm of his hand, splattering out a **** flower.
The wind knife stopped, only less than an inch away from the neck.
Ma Shengding crushed the wind knife with one palm and said slowly: "I didn't hold back. I was just suspicious, and without any evidence, I killed him directly. If I didn't take action, would my death have been in vain?"
Lu Tong nodded and said: "Death is death, but death is not necessarily in vain."
Test the real body.
Only between life and death can real means be forced.
From the moment he was singled out by Qian Feng, Ma Shengding had only one dead end.
Collude with lustful ghosts, **** it
Without collusion, death is in vain.
"Haha"
Ma Shengding suddenly started laughing.
After laughing for a long time, he opened his eyes suddenly, a pair of sharp eagle eyes filled with anger, and the eyeballs almost bulged out of their sockets.
"Okay! The lives of guards are worthless, you can kill them if you want!"
Every word he spoke was louder than the last, and the last few words were like a beast roaring, with a few strands of blood coming out when roaring.
Lu Tong narrowed his eyes.
In the abdomen, the golden energy refined from the three yuan armor spreads out to protect the internal organs.
Blood, flesh, and bones are intertwined with each other, and the blood enters the flesh, flesh and bones, and finally condenses into one body.
On the fur, a touch of copper flashed, giving off a metallic luster.
"Look who kills whom!"
Ma Shengding roared wildly, a cloud of blood mist exploded under his feet, and he flew towards Lu Tong.
Lu Tong stood motionless.
In his pupils, a palm knife and an eagle claw struck at the same time.
He raised his arms.
Bend your elbows, stretch your arms, and punch twice without any fancy.
The fist and palm tip, fist and finger claws collided together at the same time, and then separated at the same time the next moment.
Lu Tong retracted his hands.
There was no trace of scars at the place where the collision occurred, not even a sting.
"Any more?"
Ma Shengding lowered his hands. The phalange of the **** on his left palm was pierced through the flesh, and **** on his right paw were broken.
"Yes!"
Ma Shengding jumped out again, sticking out his left leg and stabbing his lower body like a spear.
Lu Tong’s eyes lit up.
The legs shot out like spears. He had learned this move before, so he immediately raised his tiger claws to face him.
After a collision.
Flame and blood splashed in all directions.
Ma Shengding was hanging in mid-air, swinging his left arm in a circle and then slashing it down hard, like a mountain axe.
Lu Tong never dodges or avoids.
Clenched a fist with his right hand, holding three foot-long wind blades between his fingers, and stabbed his arm with one punch.
Another splatter of blood.
"Bang!"
The tail flicked by.
Ma Shengding flew backwards, his chest robe torn, and a whip mark half an inch wide was clearly visible.
Lu Tong shook off the blood on his hands and frowned slightly.
Too weak.
Not as weak as an evil cultivator.
"Gone?"
"Yes!"
Ma Shengding clenched his teeth and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, opened his big mouth, and bit hard like a vicious dog biting someone.
After this pulling, several cracks were torn open in the skin and flesh, and blood flowed out like several lines of **** tears.
Lu Tong opened his eyes wider.
Ma Shengding stomped his feet twice, kicked off his boots, and took a step slowly, tearing cracks on the instep along the way.
The sole of his foot fell to the ground and blood spurted out.
Ma Shengding rushed in front of Lu Tong with great force, raised his elbow and stabbed directly in the face.
Lu Tong was already on guard and raised his palm to block the elbow strike.
The next moment, his expression changed slightly.
The strength has almost doubled.
After Ma Shengding’s elbow, there was another knee, followed by a punch and a palm
The offensive is like a tide, endless.
Lu Tong was like a rock, standing motionless in the tide, constantly stabbing his claws and shaking his fists, blocking every attack.
In just a few moments, there were dozens of fights.
Ma Shengding's clothes were in pieces, his body was covered with countless cracks, and his strength surged to five times what it was at the beginning.
His face was covered in blood, his eyeballs were protruding, and he looked like a madman.
Lu Tong felt measured.
Dozens of human lives and weird methods, put together, can be ignored as coincidence.
It's time to kill people and kill ghosts.
A whip leg covered with bloodstains struck.
Lu Tong took half a step back, and the hooks in the tiger's claws jumped out, digging into the ground and making four half-foot-long dents.
Clench a fist with five fingers.
Put your legs up, twist your waist, turn your back, move your shoulders, extend your arms, punch with all your strength, your arms come out of the hole like a python, and bite the shadow of your leg.
"Creak!"
The sound of bone cracking sounded.
Ma Shengding flew out and fell heavily to the ground. The calf was broken horizontally, and the snow-white bones pierced the skin and flesh, which was very dazzling.
Lu Tong rubbed his fist, took out a drop of ghost blood, and introduced it into his right eye.
No black smoke.
He stared at his heart and between his brows for a few times, raised his tiger paw and walked over, saying: "This evil method is not bad, but it's a pity that it's not good enough."
After superimposing the demon-transformation spell and the three-dimensional armor on each other, the blood and body are far more powerful than ordinary monks.
Ma Shengding’s method is acceptable.
Unfortunately, it’s still a little bit worse.
A little weak in strength and a little weak in body
Add it up bit by bit, and in the end, the gap between the two is like a chasm.
Ma Shengding stared at Lu Tong, his eyes spitting fire, and his two rows of blood-stained teeth were biting together.
"Creep!"
One tooth crushed it.
Then there was a series of sounds, and the teeth in his mouth were broken.
"Hehe"
Ma Shengding had blood foam in his mouth, laughed crazily a few times, and said vaguely: "It's gone."
Lu Tong frowned, sensing something was wrong.
"Who's gone?"
"I was lied to, and so were you."
Ma Shengding laughed a few more times.
Putting two hands on his heart, he pulled it to the left and right, tearing a large gap in his chest.
Blood spurted out, more than three feet high, like a blood fountain.
In the blood spring, there is a round meat worm as big as the mouth of a bowl. Countless slender tendrils stretched out and penetrated into the head, neck, chest, abdomen, and limbs along the skin.
As the blood fell, Ma Shengding turned into a **** man covered in red flesh.
"Ouch!"
The **** man screamed and jumped out on his hands and feet.
Lu Tong waved his hand and slashed out the wind knife that had been prepared.
The wind knife passed by.
An arm was severed, and dozens of tendrils emerged from the fracture on both sides. Before the severed arm fell, the tendrils bit each other together.
In the blink of an eye, the arm returned to its original shape.
His pupils shrank and he was ready to retreat immediately.
The two are less than one foot apart.
Under the tiger's claws, the fire dragon has not yet emerged.
The **** man had already jumped into his arms and punched his chest. Five tendrils of flesh came out of his fist.
The blame woman's robe was too late to resist.
The five tendrils of flesh have penetrated the cotton thread and continue to drill into the flesh.
"Get out!"
Lu Tong roared and swept his arms away from his chest.
The arm was broken in one sweep, and soon returned to its original shape. He raised his hand and turned his five fingers into claws to grab at the armpit.
He immediately took two steps back.
Rolling mana poured into the hair, thunder began to flash between the hair, and blue lights lit up on the purple electric thousand-striped snake.
The **** man is extremely fast and catches up again after a breath.
Lift your legs and push your knees. The tendrils on your knees are coiled and turn into a foot-long spiral rhino horn spike.
Lu Tong held his breath.
He turned over his hand and took out the iron rod, and swept it into the **** man's arms.
The **** man's chest and abdomen were sunken, and hundreds of flesh tendrils emerged from the wounds, which were wrapped around iron rods and spread toward his palms.
The rhino horn spikes paused for a moment before continuing to stab the lower abdomen.
Lu Tong stared at the spikes and exhaled softly.
"Crack!"
The hair is loose.
Thousand-striped snake flashed past, hanging in front of the spikes, spitting out a blue snake message.
The spikes disintegrated instantly.
The tendrils of flesh hung down, trembling crazily and retracting into the legs.
"Crack!"
There was another crisp sound, and the thousand-striped snake penetrated into the **** man.
The **** man made a move.
Lu Tong rushed over, held a wind knife in his hand, and stabbed the **** heart into the heart.
The **** man's surface skin suddenly began to undulate violently.
He kept moving.
Another wind knife slashed across the waist, and the **** man was divided into upper and lower halves.
The tendrils of flesh slowly poked out, trying to connect to the remaining body.
The third wind knife passed by, and the head rose into the sky.
When it flew to the highest point, its tail swept past it, and its head was flung far away with a few tendrils hanging down.
The **** man immediately fell down and lay on the ground struggling, shaking and twitching.
The movement is getting smaller and smaller.
After five breaths, he finally died completely.
Lu Tong stretched out his hand to call, and a purple electric snake with thousands of stripes came out of his chest. The gray and blue snake was covered with sticky plasma.
Ma Shengding was killed.
The **** man was also killed.
However, not a trace of black smoke floated out.
He frowned and couldn't help but think of what Ma Shengding said before:
It's gone.
The ghost of desire is gone, and killing him is in vain.
The people around looked at each other.
Originally it was just a funeral, but a mole was involved. At first, I felt that I had been wronged, but in the end, the mole turned into a monster.
The matter has been settled, but everyone is still a little uneasy.
The master of the Kong family stood up and concluded the matter, saying: "Ma Shengding colluded with **** ghosts, practiced evil methods, and killed dozens of lives. He deserves death! Thank you for capturing the Qi Sect Immortal and punishing him. Kill this evil!"
Some people raised their hands and echoed: "Thank you, Immortal."
The ancestral home.
Inside Zu Wanyi’s small carved building.
Lu Tong was dressed in a plain white robe and sat on the bench with his hair disheveled.
On the long table, there are several Dharma doors.
Daguan Quan, Thirty-Eight Moves, Dongming Kick, Wanghou Kick
Ma Shengding’s storage bracelet.
Qian Feng and Yue Shenyu ignored him. The Kong family looked at them for a few times and finally did not speak.
There are many things in the bracelet, but few are valuable or useful.
"Zhi"
The door was pushed open.
Zu Wanyi walked in and saw Lu Tong sitting on the table. He couldn't help but froze for a moment and quickly smiled.
"Senior brother, how did you get in?"
After asking, I saw the open window next to the long table and couldn't help but smile and shake my head.
Lu Tong threw down the book in his hand.
"Did you know earlier?"
"Know what?"
Zu Wanyi sat across from him and took out a pot of wine and two wine glasses.
Lu Tong stared at it and said slowly: "Ma Shengding is just an abandoned son, Yugui has left long ago."
"Senior brother, you blamed me wrongly."
Zu Wanyi shook his head, poured out two glasses of wine, held one in both hands and handed it over.
The wine is clear in color, with a slender blood streak in it.
Red dragon blood wine.
Before the two of them revealed their feelings, Zu Wanyi had brought out this wine. At that time, Lu Tong was wary and did not touch anything at the entrance.
He took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, then threw the empty glass back.
"Tell me what's going on."
Zu Wanyi took the cup, filled it up again, and placed it on the table.
"A deal. It helps us kill Kong Yewei so that Wanxi can enter the mausoleum. As a deal, I will also do it a favor."
"What are you busy with?"
Zu Wanyi shook his head and said, "I'm sorry that I can't tell you."
Lu Tong did not ask any more questions ~IndoMTL.com~ picked up the wine glass and took a slow sip.
After a hard fight, the muscles are weak, the flesh is sore, and the spirit is exhausted.
The red dragon blood wine entered the stomach and turned into a warm current, swimming between the flesh and blood, feeling very comfortable.
Zu Wanyi also drank a drink, took out nine jade slips and placed them on the long table.
He looked at the jade slips, his eyes moved slightly, and said, "Are these the nine jade slips next to Kong Lin'er's body?"
"Thanks to my senior brother, I lured others away during the fight. Wanxi took the opportunity to take action and took out the magic door."
Lu Tong reached out and took the jade slip.
Milky white and warm to the touch, it looks the same as the jade slip given by Jing Xin before.
As he rubbed each one, his brows gradually furrowed.
Jade slips can not only record text, patterns, etc., but also store very insidious soul attack methods.
Nine jade slips, all identical.
It may contain demon-transforming spells, it may record other methods, or it may contain life-killing spells.
He has always been very courageous.
But I won’t do anything like leaving my life to God’s will.
"Do you think there is a trap here?"
"Yes."
Zu Wanyi is very sure.
Lu Tong asked: "How do you know?"
“One of my ancestors also left a jade slip in his tomb. He said in his last words that one of the three jade slips was fake.”
"How to tell the truth from falsehood?"
"Bet on your life."
After Zu Wanyi finished speaking, he paused and continued: "Bet on other people's lives."
He held the jade slip, thought for a moment, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Not only is it a gamble on life, but you can't find anyone you can't trust.
This kind of jade slip can only be read once unless something unexpected happens. If someone who doesn't believe it gets the secret and just changes a few words, the gain will outweigh the loss in the end.
It requires at least two people who are trustworthy, willing to risk their lives, and keep their mouth shut.
It's a bit difficult.
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