Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 521: Kill people and enter the city

Chapter 521: Killing people and entering the city

"Poof!"

"Pfft..."

In a series of muffled sounds, the eight-story bamboo buildings collapsed one after another, leaving only the bottom layer of the emerald-green bamboo hall.

The flat-topped Bamboo Hall is made of thousands of intertwined bamboo filaments. Under the dragon's claws, all the bamboo threads were tightened and pressed into a curved bow.

"Get up!"

The green-shirted monk from Xiaoyou Sect gave a low shout.

Lu Tong looked down.

In a pair of dragon eyes, the copper seals in the hands of nine people spit out mana at the same time. The bamboo silk in the temple seemed to have penetrated into the soil and began to grow rapidly.

In a blink of an eye, the bamboo silk turned into green bamboo, and the bamboo hall with a height of ten feet turned into a grand hall ten feet high.

Lu Tong soared into the sky, streaking a dragon shadow across the sky, and spit out flames from his mouth.

"Hoo!"

The flames and bamboo shadows destroyed each other.

After a moment of stalemate, Lu Tong's heart sank and he said to himself: "It's not good. The formation has gathered the power of nine people. Now the magic power is still weak, so they are definitely no match. The formation must be broken first, but the nine people who set up the formation are all in the bamboo In the palace..."

"Kill!"

Another low shout sounded from below.

The Bamboo Hall suddenly changed. Four pillars broke through the roof at the same time and rose into the sky, like four sharp swords.

Lu Tong stared at it and suddenly looked happy.

In Longmu, the mana flowed clearly in the Bamboo Palace. After the pillars were broken, the outline of the four corners remained, but the mana inside became very sparse.

The formation is lacking.

He stepped on four black clouds and dodged awkwardly in the air. At the same time, mana was taken out and poured into the mane, dragon claws, chest and abdomen, and the majestic power quickly condensed.

"Sword!"

The pillar fell off and turned into a three-foot-long bamboo sword, trapping Lu Tong in the center.

"Death!"

The bamboo swords exploded at the same time, scattering countless sword strands and instantly covering a hundred feet in radius.

Lu Tong ignored it, resisted the sword thread, and rushed downwards with his head buried in the sword.

"Keep!"

Mana flowed out of the copper seal again.

"Roar!"

Lu Tong opened his mouth and roared, and billowing flames spurted out, falling on the corner of the Bamboo Hall, instantly burning a corner of the hole.

"Not good!"

The monk in blue suddenly stood up, raised his hand and thrust out a sword. The sword was sharp and fierce, like a bamboo breaking through the earth.

At the same time, the natal spell is cast.

Mountains and rivers emerged quickly.

Lu Tong stretched out his dragon claws and roared like thunder, saying: "It's too late!"

The black cloud filled the air, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a cloud egg nearly ten feet long, with fire radiating and thunder and lightning exploding.

The bamboo sword pierced the black cloud.

A flash of lightning flashed, and the sword light shattered inch by inch.

The mountains and rivers came together.

Lu Tong rolled his mane, and the nearly two feet long dragon mane was wrapped with countless lightnings and penetrated into the cloud eggs. In the next moment, hundreds of purple lights lit up, and thunder and lightning suddenly flourished.

"Boom!"

In the continuous muffled sound, countless thunder and lightning exploded, and the mountains, rivers, broken bamboo halls, thatched cottages, etc. all collapsed.

A hundred feet in radius was razed to the ground.

"Senior brother!"

Three of the eight foundation-building disciples died and five were seriously injured.

One of them was completely charred, and his eyes had turned into two black holes. He raised his broken arm like charred wood and said: "Brother, help!"

The monk in green robes trembled at the corner of his eye, and pierced out a ball of sword light from the bamboo forest. Before the sword light fell, his whole body was shaken with magic power, and turned into a green bamboo that shot through the air.

"Want to escape?"

Lu Tong has seen the flow of mana in advance.

He threw out a black cloud with his claws, thunder and fire raged, and the bamboo shadow outside the green-robed monk collapsed, and his speed suddenly dropped.

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Lu Tong chased after him, stretched out a claw, and traces of mist rose from his arm, as if the world was torn apart.

"Ding!"

The monk in green shirt held the dragon's claw with his sword and shouted: "Who are you!"

Lu Tong curled his lips, pinched the bamboo sword with his fingers, and said, "Junior brother, you don't want it anymore?"

After the last word fell, a red light lit up in his mouth, and hot flames burst out along with the lingering sound.

The green-robed monk turned over his hand and took out a shield, and in the next moment, he and the shield flew backwards.

"You..."

The green-shirted monk was lying on the ground, holding half of a broken shield with his left hand. His right face, right shoulder, right chest, and right arm had turned into charcoal, and some tender red bloodshot threads were exposed underneath.

Lu Tong stretched out his dragon claw, lifted up the monk in blue shirt, and said, "What's your name?"

"Yu Zhi..."

The voice was weak and the last word was unclear.

Lu Tong blew out a mouthful of magic power, wrapped it around the monk's black neck, and said, "What is it called?"

You still have to ask for credit after killing someone.

If you don’t even know your name, if you encounter villains when asking for credit, your work may be in vain.

"Yu Zhi...Hui!"

The monk in green shirt suddenly widened his only remaining eye. The next moment, he looked down, and the last trace of energy in his eyes disappeared instantly.

Lu Tong looked at his chest.

A bamboo sword is stuck on the scales.

The bamboo sword is one foot long and completely black. The bamboo handle and body exude a smell like rotting trees.

"It's a pity, it's too weak..."

He waved his dragon claw, and the head in front of him exploded, turning into a handful of bone fragments, blood, and blood mist.

Put away the bamboo sword, storage magic weapon, etc.

Lu Tong walked down and killed the other five people one by one. A roar like a metal collision came from the distance: "Who are you?"

The yellow wind blows.

The flying boats in the wind also approached together, and a ghost stood in the thick black mist.

The whole body is covered with iron armor, with four legs and the body of a lion. There is a humanoid figure in front, holding a long gun in both hands. A humanoid figure is standing behind, holding a chain in both hands.

Lu Tong looked up and slowly rose into the sky.

"Iron Lion, are you here to die too?"

Tie Lian Shi, one of the five most powerful subordinates under the three kings.

This was the first time Lu Tong saw it with his own eyes, but he had heard of it many times when he was in Huaizhu City.

"Brother Long, shall we keep this beast together?"

The whale boat from Donghai Sect also arrived together.

A female nun walked out of the boat, holding a small bowl in her hand, and the sound of water waves was heard as she walked.

Ling Tao also stepped on the jade plate and flew away with his accompanying disciples.

Lu Tong was about to agree.

"Dang!"

There was a loud noise in the distance, and the yellow wind instantly dispersed.

"Ding!"

There was also a crisp sound from the direction of Donghai Sect, and a deep voice came out: "Old Loach, do you want to shed another layer of skin?"

No one responded.

"I remember you."

The Iron Lion led the people to retreat directly.

Lu Tong narrowed his eyes and said, "Just let him go?"

"The Fog Ghost is difficult to kill and cannot be taken down in a few rounds. When the Nascent Soul Realm comes, it will end in the same way."

After the female cultivator finished speaking, she cupped her hands and said: "Donghai Sect Qi Yangyang, I have met fellow Taoists!"

Lu Tong nodded, turned around and ran away, leaving behind the two Donghaizong people who looked puzzled.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know, I just said I came from the south."

……

In a bare cave among the barren mountains.

Lu Tong took out a gold book.

The booklet that originally recorded the "Meal Qi Method" is one finger thick and has a total of twelve pages. Countless twisted lines on it flicker into words.

He turned over a page and poured in mana, and the lines on it changed rapidly.

From the "Meal Qi Method" to the ins and outs of killing Xiao Youzong disciples before.

After giving credit, continue to "write down" the identity of the Tong family, the layout of the ghost town, and future plans.

After a long time.

Lu Tong looked at the gold paper covered with small characters, exhaled softly, and tore off the page that was neither paper nor leather.

The golden paper lit up with a layer of light and continued to devour mana. The paper gradually dissipated, leaving only scattered words. After a few breaths, the words disappeared one by one, like sparks extinguishing.

"One."

He opened the book and looked at the remaining eleven pages. He had a vague feeling in his heart: if the remaining eleven pages were used up, he might be able to get a chance to break through the Nascent Soul.

In the valley.

He Fang waited outside the stone house and asked, "Sir, have you gained anything from this trip?"

Lu Tong sighed, pursed his lips, looked a little scared and a little angry, and said: "I saw a dragon."

"What?"

He swallowed his throat and said in a deep voice: "I heard the fighting and wanted to help, but instead I saw a dragon killing several disciples of Xiao Youzong."

"Master didn't take action?"

Lu Tong slowly shook his head and said: "No. My strength is not as good as Xiao Youzong's formation, let alone that dragon. If I take action, I will probably not be able to escape."

"Master, there is no need to be discouraged. Shenlong is born with a different species, and its magical power is far better than that of monks. It is normal to lose to this beast."

He Fang comforted him, took out a small wooden box, and said: "With the support of the Pan family, as long as I accumulate more, I will beat it sooner or later."

Lu Tong was very surprised. He didn't expect to find another elixir after making an excuse.

He took the wooden box, blinked, and said in a deep voice: "What I lack is not just the cold and heat elixir. When will the Pan family give me strong support?"

"Status."

"What?"

"I was the master of the Ghost Division before, and now I am also the master of the Ghost Division. Although I have arrived in the mortal world, my status has not changed at all. The Pan Family is not the Pan Family of one person. There is no convincing reason and there is no way to increase the Support.”

Lu Tong took a deep breath and said, "Does it mean he has to become the Ghost King?"

"Of course not. Status is more than just a name. With higher cultivation, stronger strength, and more subordinates, status can also be improved. Master, don't be impatient, the opportunity is not far away."

"Where?"

He looked at He Fang.

He Fang smiled, pointed to the granary not far away, and said: "Gushui Small Town. The old servant has agreed with the Tong family, Mang Yi and others that after taking this city, the property in the city will belong to them, and the captured monks will It's all ours."

"Monk?"

Lu Tong read in a low voice, his heart moved slightly, and said: "Turn people into ghosts and use them for your own use?"

"Not bad, what do you think, sir?"

The two looked at each other.

Lu Tong took a breath, slowly grinned, and said: "Hefang, it is better for the Pan family to send you here than to send a dragon!"

……

"How many kilograms are there in total?"

In the formation, Lu Tong, He Fang, and a fat-faced monk stood together.

He Fang took the account book and said: "Thirty-five thousand kilograms of golden millet, seven thousand and eighty-three kilograms of beans, and nine thousand one hundred and eighty kilograms of noodles."

The yield of golden millet is about 300 kilograms per mu.

Bean vines can produce 800 kilograms of beans and 1,000 kilograms of vines per mu.

The beans produced by the bean vines growing in the cave are not tasty, and the vines are even more difficult to eat.

Lu Tong only left more than two thousand kilograms of golden millet.

"What do you want? Spiritual beads or elixirs, or magic weapons."

Lingzhu, an orb that gathers spiritual energy.

Since gold and silver were abolished, elixirs have often been in short supply. As a last resort, people have to secretly look for other things to replace elixirs, and Lingzhu is one of them.

Lu Tong did not speak.

He Fang waited for a while and said, "Lingzhu, we are not short of food."

The fat-faced monk nodded, did some calculations, and said, "How about one hundred white shell pearls and five black eyes?"

"A little less."

He Fang shook his head slightly.

Lu Tong didn't know the price of these things at all, so he stood aside with his eyelids drooped and said nothing.

The fat-faced monk also shook his head and said: "That's enough. This year there are several more groups of people in the ghost town. It's several times more difficult to pick pearls than before."

He Fang smiled slightly and said: "No matter how expensive pearls are, they are not as valuable as food, right?"

A moment of silence.

The fat-faced monk said: "Add up to ten pearls. You are not selling food here."

“It’s not just the small town of Zhushui that buys food.”

"The highest price, plus a black eye."

"Not sent."

The two looked at each other for a few times. The fat-faced monk looked at Lu Tong and said, "Senior, our prices are definitely higher than other small towns."

Lu Tong raised his eyelids, turned around and left.

He Fang's smile became even brighter, as if provocative, she shook her head twice and said, "We have the final say on how much it will cost. The price is two hundred white shell pearls and ten black eyes."

The fat-faced monk's eyes turned cold. When he saw Lu Tong entering the stone house, he whispered: "Fellow Taoist, this is enough. You must know that all small towns are under the command of Donghai Sect."

He Fang seemed not to hear the threat and said: "By the way, no credit will be given."

"Okay, wait, let's see if you can sell it!"

The fat-faced monk turned and left.

"Fellow Taoist, walk slowly."

He Fang watched the fat-faced monk go away and sat on a chair, waiting for the next person to collect food.

A few days later.

Lu Tong was sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, holding a book and looking through it carefully. ~IndoMTL.com~ Comparable to spiritual practice, I read more than 40 of the thousands of books left by Shang Tao one after another for more than a year.

"Master."

"Come in."

He Fang entered the room and said: "It's settled. One hundred white shell pearls, five black eyes, and all the remaining beans and noodles will be wiped out and sold to Gushui Town."

Lu Tong put down the book, shook his head with a smile, and said, "You have been waiting for a price for a long time, how can you still get a few hundred kilograms off?"

"The people from Zhushui Town reported to the Donghai Sect, which stipulated a death price. The old servant Yang pretended to be angry and rejected the people from Zhushui Town."

He nodded and said, "Can I enter the city?"

"Okay. ~IndoMTL.com~ He Fang took out a piece of paper talisman, handed it over and said: "But you can only stay for an hour. The people from Gushui Town are waiting outside and will follow the master after entering the city. ”

Lu Tong held the paper charm, frowned, and said, "What can you do in one hour?"

"Don't worry, sir, one hour this time, two hours next time. The golden millet can be cooked twice, and the third time is the time to take action."

He frowned and thought to himself: "You are an old fox at every step."

He Fang handed over two boxes of spirit beads.

"People from the small town of Gushui asked me what I was doing in the city. I said that I was lonely in the mountains and I wanted to go to the city to relax. After I went in, I remembered to go to a busy place to avoid arousing suspicion."

"Got it."

……

Rays of light, like fog, clouds, or sunset, drift in front of your eyes.

Lu Tong waved his hand across a ray of yellow light, and his hand suddenly sank, as if he had fallen into a quagmire.

The Three True Intertwining Tribulation Release Formation emits thousands of yellow, white, and green lights. The formation is so powerful that it can trap even the real Yuanying.

"Senior, I'm offended."

A young monk waved the three-color Ruyi, dispelling the yellow light, and said: "The Immortal has ordered that no one is allowed to touch the formation intentionally to avoid wasting spiritual energy."

"Got it, let's go to the city."

"Yes."

Gushui Town is very small, almost equivalent to a larger town.

There is a three-color spring in the center of the city.

Lu Tong glanced, looked away, and said, "Where is the beauty?"

He doesn't know where the excitement is.

But as long as there are beauties, it will definitely not be deserted. Without beauties, no matter how lively the place is, it will just be a bustle.

"Sacrifice your life."

Lu Tong grinned and said: "This is a good name. Let's go and risk my life to accompany the beauty today!"