Half-demon Raising Immortals

Chapter 221
midnight.

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

Full spells are more cumbersome.

However, he had already practiced the residual script before, and after spending another three hours, he finally cast a complete spell for the first time.

Rolling mana poured out, sinking into the back, spine, coccyx, tail.

"Squeak."

The sound of bones rattling came into my mind.

After a little experience, he understood why Fang Mo's tail was so powerful.

Remnants, only rely on the tail.

The complete spell is the back, waist, buttocks, and tail, almost using more than half of the body's strength.

Cast spells again and again.

As the bones move, the spine gradually becomes thicker.

After a long time, the mana was exhausted.

Lu Tong opened his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked a little tired.

"Sier, what time is it?"

"Half past five. It's time to rest, sir."

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

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

"it is good."

It's scary under the sand.

It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.Once the sand flows, it is difficult to distinguish the upper and lower sides.

When you encounter quicksand, if you are not careful, you may run into a dead end.

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

"Remember, that man rarely speaks."

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

Among the people drinking on the roof, he is the most familiar with Fan Shun, Wu Nan, Mrs. Ying, and Bai Qingming, and the others have less contact.

Sha Tan seldom speaks, and rarely makes moves.

However, perhaps because they are both half-demons, Sha Tan's attitude towards Lu Tong was more kind.

……

night.

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

In the middle of the white mist.

There is an amber crystal shuttle.

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

The light penetrated into the crystal, scattered thousands of rays, and all of them converged in the center—a tomb shaped like a palace.

Outside the tomb, a circle of green water surrounds it.

At the water's edge, sand trees, sand flowers, stone pine, and Polygonatum odoratum are lined up in sequence.

Crossing a white jade bridge is the tomb hall.

There is a circle of sand lotus outside the hall.

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

Inside are four doors and windows, painted in turn with naked babies, simple and honest young men, well-dressed young men, and skinny old men.

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

Lu Tong felt a little weird and looked away.

"You three, come here."

Beside the tomb.

A middle-aged monk with a bald head and long beard looked at Lu Tong and asked, "Going into the sand together is a life and death together. What do you call a fellow Taoist?"

"Lutong."

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

"I've seen three of you."

Lu Tong cupped his hands one by one.

After entering the construction site many times, all three of them have seen each other.

Cui Wei is a nun.

Zhao Mangong was the yellow-robed monk who was on duty with Fang Mo.

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

Several people took it.

Lao Men stared at the three of them separately, and said seriously: "If it enters the sand, it will be a grasshopper on a rope. All actions are subject to my arrangement. If anyone is in danger, other people are not allowed to stand by with their hands, do you understand?"

"clear."

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

Lu Tong also nodded and said: "Lu has little experience, if there is something wrong then, please speak up."

The old man looked relieved, and said: "Go, try first."

Zhao Mangong and Cui Wei went to find their own positions.

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

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

"it is good."

He took the net rope and punched a mana.After a little experimentation, I quickly realized that the net is like a big hand, with which to grasp the grave.

"After entering the sand, remember to listen to my password. I said left is left, right is right, understand?"

This is the second time that Lao Men has emphasized.

Knowing the importance of the relationship, Lu Tong nodded vigorously and said, "Everything is up to your arrangement."

The four of them dispersed.

"Prepare!"

The old muffled voice sounded.

Ahead, the yellow robe on Zhao Mangong's body bulged, and a streak of yellow sand flew out, turning into a sand snake with sharp horns in front of him.

On the right side, Cui Wei took out a clay tripod, and hung it above his head after offering sacrifices, with yellow light hanging down repeatedly.

In the rear, Lao Men used his spells, and the surrounding sand and gravel flew up, wrapped around his body, and turned into a sand giant half a foot high.

On the left side, Lu Tong channeled his mana, and a golden light flowed from his tail covering his whole body.

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

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

"Let's go! Zhao Mangong, come on."

The tomb was raised, and 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 to the left.

The four practiced a cup of tea in the air.

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

The tomb rushed down.

Like a mud cow entering the water, the four of them, together with the grave, submerged under the sand without a sound.

"Lu Tong, right."

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

He flicked his tail and immediately pushed to the right.

The individual fox furs on the sand fox jacket are like small hands pushing away the surrounding sand and gravel.

The compass on the chest emits a blinding white light, always pointing upwards.

The tomb moved slowly.

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

"Lu Tong, get off."

He pressed down again.

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

"Zhao Mangong, come on."

Get out of the sand.

Get together again.

Lao Men nodded to the three of them and said, "That's right. In case you encounter quicksand, don't panic, just obey the password, and I will keep you safe."

"it is good."

"Let's rest, recover your mana, and set off when the time is up."

Midnight approached.

The four of them stood up.

A group of men and women in black and white mourning robes came in, bowed and wept beside the tomb.

"Boom!"

The bell rang and the crying suddenly grew louder.

The old man said in a dull voice: "Zhao Mangong, get down!"

Graves into the sand.

The eyes were plunged into darkness, and the sound of crying gradually faded away, only the sound of sand and gravel rubbing, and old boring passwords.

Ten feet, fifty feet, one hundred feet.

After Baizhang.

The temperature plummeted, it was difficult to breathe, and 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 out the direction.

"Lu Tong, left."

He injected mana and pulled to the left.

Lao Men's passwords became more and more frequent. After a stick of incense, he began to call only his surname, and gave several passwords in succession.

"Shhhhh..."

There was a noise that sounded like thousands of pythons rubbing against the gravel at the same time.

Lu Tong's heart tightened.

quicksand.

He suddenly summoned a burst of mana, and the sand fox jacket shone with light, faintly turning into a sand fox.

"Zhao, go up; Lu, right; Cui, right."

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

"The quicksand has arrived, ready to let go."

"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, get out of the way."

The old man said a few words.

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

Lu Tong let go of the net rope, and a long sand fox was wrapped around his body. He flicked his tail and tried his best to stabilize his body, and he withdrew from Zhangyuan.

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

The graves passed by, and the sand around them collapsed wherever they passed.

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

He thought a little bit.

The tail was pulled out vigorously, and the sand fox swiped its four claws, and quickly leaned towards Lao Men.

After a breath, the four of them joined together.

Lao Men flipped out two sand pythons, scattered the sand rushing around, and said, "Let's go!"

The three also resorted to their own methods.

He sacrificed the sharp-horned sand snake, clay tripod, and fox fur jacket, and rushed outside together.

(End of this chapter)