Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 492: 7 mercy
The Half-Demon’s Journey to Raising an Immortal Chapter 492: Seven Mercies
Silver melons flew across the sky.
The tiger roars.
A huge figure hit the high platform, followed by a small net and half a hammer.
Lu Tong got up from the ground.
Ignoring the severe pain coming from his forefoot, he stared at the giant man in silver armor not far away.
"It's my turn!"
The tiny flowers have disappeared, and Quan Yin is no longer able to maintain the scattered flower gauze.
Lu Tong looked wary and took a cautious step. The sole of his foot fell. There was a pain in his foot, then it felt soft again, and he almost fell down.
Quan Yin stood there and did not take the opportunity to make a move.
Some doubts arose in Lu Tong's heart and he said: "Quan Yin?"
No response.
He slowly approached, swung his tail in a swift sweep.
The giant man in silver armor flew out directly and fell heavily to the ground. The melon hammer also came out of his hand and landed on the stone platform and rolled several feet away.
"Dead..."
A black smoke rose and penetrated into the silver armor.
Lu Tong breathed a sigh of relief, gathered his magic power, and opened his mouth to spit out a handful of yellow light.
The copper tiger mace is still intact.
He looked at his arm.
The two arms, from the palms to the elbows, all turned purple, and the skin was cracked, as if covered with several layers of red spider webs.
Under the broken skin, the flesh and blood were eroded. When the arm shook, the flesh and blood underneath also swayed slightly.
Within the flesh and blood, the bones were also shattered.
Slowly draw out the magic power, reach into the arm, and the two palms are cut off at the wrist level. The palms fall to the ground, and the skin, flesh, and bones spread out at the same time, turning into a puddle of rotten meat.
Lu Tongtong shrank and felt some fear in his heart.
The melon hammer is incredibly powerful. At the moment of collision, a majestic force poured directly into the tiger's palm. The copper tiger mace was not damaged, but the flesh and blood body could not withstand the force.
He endured the severe pain and used his magic power to take out a long sword from the bracelet.
The sword flashed.
Blood rained down, and then the two remaining arms fell.
A wave of severe pain came, and my heart felt like needles pricking it, twitching again and again.
A layer of sweat oozed from Lu Tong's forehead. He quickly took out two sections of medicinal lotus root and pressed it on the wound.
The red lotus root quickly grew longer and curved, growing into two arms again.
Soon, the injury healed.
He looked at Shining Armor not far away, but his expression became even more gloomy.
Two sections of medicinal lotus root swallowed up 50% of the mana, leaving only 15% of the remaining mana, but there was still a disciple from the Emptiness Academy.
An invisible mana wrapped around many relics.
Silver armor, hand axe, melon hammer, storage magic weapon, scattered flower gauze, regeneration pill...
Lu Tong glanced at the scattered flower gauze tent, looked away, and picked up the Regeneration Pill.
Mana is running low.
One and a half mana is not enough to sacrifice the spirit treasure. No matter how good these things are, if they cannot save their lives, they will be in vain in the end.
Take the Regeneration Pill and the Qi-Assisting Pill.
Lu Tong sat cross-legged on the ground, thinking about countermeasures while carrying the "Red Cloud Scripture" to restore his magic power.
The way of heaven is unfair, the weak will eat the strong.
The same is true in the academy. There are differences in strength among the many disciples.
The most powerful one has received the immortal inheritance, and after completing his technique, he can be said to be invincible in the same realm.
The weaker ones have the inheritance of great power.
The weakest ones are those who have acquired the skills of the Nascent Soul Realm, and have not even been passed down.
Those who are hired by others to work on the stage of life and death should not have the inheritance of immortals. No one will beg for food with a golden bowl.
The inheritance of great power...
Lu Tong thought wildly, and his heart became heavier and heavier.
……
A gust of wind blew by.
Lu Tong restrained himself, slowly opened his eyes, and sighed softly.
Twenty percent mana.
The door of life and death opened, and the clouds and mist rolled violently.
He immediately took out an Infinite Qi Pill, and from the entrance of the Qi Pill, a peaceful and warm mana spread out, instantly filling every corner of his body.
The mana in the Qi Pill cannot be controlled smoothly and is dissipating all the time, but it is better than nothing.
A man in black walked up to the high platform.
The black robe touches the floor, and the hair is very long. Two bunches of long hair cover most of his face, falling from the front of his body to around his knees.
"Wei Hu."
Lu Tong stood up, took out his copper tiger mace, and said, "What do you call it?"
"Seven mercy."
The man in black took out a dark long sword and said: "I took Dai Qimin's 'Qing', and here I am Dai Qimin."
Lu Tong firmly grasped the copper tiger mace with his palms.
It's weird, I can't understand it.
Weirdos are usually very powerful.
God is selfless, the more you give, the more you will gain. Weird people give up themselves, so what they get is usually extraordinary.
"You want to kill me?"
"You? You are not important. Killing is to end love."
The man in black closed his eyes, sighed after taking a breath, and slowly took a step forward. The long sword was dragged by his feet, emitting a very bluish smoke, like the smoke from the countryside on a rainy day.
After a few steps, a burst of energy spread out, containing sadness, reluctance, and love...
Lu Tong couldn't help but be pulled by the Qi machine, and a very strong sadness arose in his heart, and the hand holding the copper mace slowly loosened a little.
"Little Tiger"
The man in black issued a sad cry.
Lu Tong raised his head and was startled. He suddenly woke up and retreated to the edge of the stone platform.
The Soul Method!
Unconsciously, the sword technique has been displayed.
If not...
If he hadn't been Wei Hu, and Dai Qimin never called him "Little Tiger", it would have been difficult to wake up.
The man in black raised his head, his cheeks were packed with hair, his eyes were red, and his eyes were full of tears, but his expression was not sad at all, but very confused.
"Why did you wake up?"
Lu Tong pursed his lips and said, "It doesn't look like it."
"What's the difference?"
"The sound doesn't sound like it."
The man in black looked cold and said: "My method is not limited to the external minister. It seems that you are hiding something from me. ~IndoMTL.com~ Lu Tong's mind raced and he said: "The internal minister is not right either. ”
"What's wrong?"
"Dai Qimin wants to kill me, but he is reluctant to kill me. You are different. You have too much murderous intention and too little love."
The man in black lowered his head and thought for a moment, then picked up the long sword and stroked the blade, murmuring: "I want to kill, but I don't want to. Kill, I must kill. I don't want to, ugh..."
The corners of Lu Tong's eyes trembled a few times, sensing a huge life and death crisis.
He used his magic power to wrap the calamity-resolving water in the bracelet, ready to sacrifice it at any time to resolve this calamity.
The man in black raised his head and took another step.
This time the pace was extremely fast.
Lu Tong sacrificed his copper mace, opened his mouth and swallowed it, turning into a copper tiger.
"Little Tiger"
The man in black called out, swinging the sword left and right in his hand twice.
The dark long sword shook out a wisp of green smoke. The green smoke floated, disappeared after flying two feet, and turned into an invisible air current and slowly shot out.
"Ah!"
Lu Tong suddenly screamed in pain.
Quietly, a wound appeared on his side, three feet long and one foot deep, almost slicing open his left rib.
Deep in the wound, a stream of feminine air exploded.
He suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness.
The sad thoughts that invade the mind are like rootless weeds, growing rapidly and almost drowning people in the blink of an eye.
"Little Tiger"
"Ah!"
Another wound appeared, a **** hole as big as a fist on the left forelimb, piercing straight into the bone.
Sadness strikes again.
Lu Tong's heart was filled with fear and sadness. He lowered his head and shed tears one after another.
"Dai Qimin!"
"Little Tiger"
The man in black raised his head, his face covered with tears. In addition to sadness and hatred, there was also a touch of extremely rich joy in his expression.
"Ah!"