Half-demon Raising Immortals

Chapter 299

Remnant Hall, a room near the hall.

There were several large openings in the wall, and a screen stood in front of the crack, blocking the cold wind from blowing into the room.

The smell of blood was strong in the room, and several bloody bandages hung on the screen.

Lu Tong walked into the room.

Qi Qingqing was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Wang Qiu was standing beside her.

"How's it going?"

Qi Qingqing stood up, stepped aside, and said, "Master, Xiao Shan hasn't woken up yet."

Lu Tong went to the bed and sat down, squeezed Qi Xiaoshan's wrist, and poured a little mana into it.

Two wounds.

One is located on the chest, running through front and back, less than an inch from the heart; the other is located on the left waist, a not shallow cut.

Almost killed.

He took out a heart-making pill.

This kind of elixir is very good in healing. I took it in Qianxue Mountain and survived. Later, I specially prepared a few pills.

Melt it with Baizao Lingye, dig the gap between the teeth and pour it in.

"Tell me, what happened then?"

Just now, the master briefly introduced it, and it sounds like an accident caused by poor swordsmanship.

Qi Qingqing looked a little cold and sharp, and said: "Today's chaos, half pretending to be a monster, half pretending to be a monk, they discussed how to start. Liu Menshan entangled me, and Zhou Chuang and Cangju attacked Xiaoshan at the same time. .”

Lu Tong nodded without any fluctuation on his face.

Reaching out to test Qi Xiaoshan's injury again, the elixir entered his stomach, his heart became stronger, and his blood began to recover quickly.

"It's okay, rest for more than ten days."

"Ah."

"You and Xiao Shan have cultivated "Three Qi Spiritual Smoke", are you still their opponent?"

Qi Qingqing gritted her teeth and said, "Master, our swordsmanship is poor."

"Swordsmanship..."

Lu Tong pondered for a while, and said: "Go to Qinggezhai tomorrow and find a man named Erhu. Let him find some swordsmanship masters and teach you and Xiaoshan how to practice swordsmanship."

"Thank you sir."

"What's more?"

If it was before, Qi Qingqing would definitely shake her head and refuse.

Recently, there has been a string of troubles.

Qi Qingqing became less timid and more sharp, and became closer to Lu Tong.

"Master, two swords are missing."

"Okay, when Xiao Shan recovers from his injury, I'll take you all to Huolong Cave."

"Thank you sir."

Lu Tong stood up, glanced at the side, and said, "Wang Qiu, come out."

"Yes."

……

fracture.

Lu Tong sat behind the chair and looked ahead.

The sun has completely set, and the field of vision is pitch black. Through the hazy moonlight, the phantom of the mountains can be vaguely seen.

"Hey."

He withdrew his gaze, sighed, and said, "You didn't make a move today?"

"No."

"Why don't you make a move?"

"very dangerous."

Lu Tong frowned and said, "What?"

"This kind of fighting is endless. If you win a lot, you will lose a lot. If you lose a lot, you will be in danger sooner or later."

He was a little surprised.

I could tell that Wang Qiu's temperament was a bit lonely and cold. I thought it was because of my childhood experience, but I didn't expect that behind it was full of calculations of gains and losses.

"sit down."

Wang Qiu sat cross-legged at the side.

Lu Tong took out the tea set, boiled water, and asked, "If you were Qingqing, Xiaoshan, what would you do?"

"Look for Master."

"I'm not showing up."

"Poisoned."

He paused, frowned, and said, "Who taught you?"

"Nobody taught me, I learned it myself."

Lu Tong looked at Wang Qiu.

Wang Qiu lowered his head, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had thought of something bad.

"Have you poisoned people before?"

"Ah."

Wang Qiu pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, then said: "My mother's personal maid, she was the one who took care of me. Then she climbed into Yan Ziqiu's bed and often bullied me. I poisoned her."

The water boiled, and bubbles popped out "gurgling".

Lu Tong looked at the blisters with complicated emotions.

Wangqiu, fortunately, he didn't meet the ghost of desire, otherwise it would be another difficulty.

Lu Tong picked up water to make tea, poured a cup after a few breaths, pushed it in front of Wang Qiu, and said: "This kind of ghost trick can only be used when there is no way out, and it should not be used in the future."

"Yes."

……

late at night.

Lu Tong sat alone behind the long table and practiced with his eyes closed.

The last trace of medicine in the abdomen was exhausted.

He opened his eyes, took a short rest and played "The Record of Positive and Negative Blood".

A blood species the size of a fist slowly condensed, and the tiger's claws gradually faded away.

After a while, the tiger claw completely disappeared.

Below the knees of the legs, the muscles criss-crossed, and the skin surface was uneven, which looked extremely hideous.

The blood species hangs aside.

Lu Tong calmed down his mana and tried to cast the magic spell.

In the dantian, hundreds of mana threads were intertwined with each other, and it took nearly ten breaths before the demon transformation spell was completed.

The rolling mana poured down from the waist like opening a gate to release the flood, and penetrated into the thighs, knees, calves, soles of feet, etc.

"Crackling, grunting..."

Various abnormal noises came out.

The surface of the skin began to bulge and shrink, and when it changed, the surface vibrated violently, like a drumhead that had been knocked hard.

The already ferocious legs looked even more pervasive.

After half a stick of incense, the aftermath of the spell dissipated.

He casts the spell again.

One after another spells flowed out until the spells were exhausted.

Lu Tong looked down, his legs were covered with black lines of different thickness.

I stretched out my hand and pinched it.

The skin was rough to the touch, extremely tight, and bulging inside, as if stuffed with cotton.

Hit it hard.

It was like hitting hard wood, and there was a muffled "boom".

He looked at the ugly black legs with a smile on his face.

Visions have powers.

The unicorn legs have not been cultivated yet, and various abnormalities have begun to appear.When it is completed, since it is not as described in "The Legend of Qilin", there must be something mysterious about it.

"You actually did it."

Wan Yi stood behind, looked at Lu Tong's legs, and continued: "How do you explain to the Kong family and Qianfeng?"

Lu Tong took the blood of the Liaoshan Tiger into his body, and took out a piece of animal skin to cover his leg.

"Explain what?"

"You underestimate the Kong family too much. There are many people who covet this practice of Fengzhuzong, but no one has ever dared to practice it. There are other reasons behind it."

Lu Tong looked at Wan Yi, shook his head and said, "Don't worry about it, I'm sure I dare to cultivate. I heard that you asked someone to go to the Blue Mountain Village to inquire about Xiao Mu, Xiao Lin, and Xiao Sen. What the hell are you doing?"

"Wanxi said it again?"

Lu Tong ignored it.

Wan Yi curled his lips, sat aside, poured a cup of herbal tea, and said, "It's too boring, let's have some fun."

"Dare to be restless after entering the ghost building, are you really not afraid of death?"

"afraid."

Wan Yi drank half a cup of tea, sighed, and said: "I'm too scared, I have to use some tricks, otherwise I will be betrayed by my brother at some point."

Lu Tong reboiled the water, poured out the herbal tea in the teapot, and said, "Don't cause trouble, I will save your life."

"anything else?"

Wan Yi knew it would not be that simple.

Killing has two great merits, and if you don't kill, you will eat rice for nothing.In Wan Yi's eyes, Lu Tong would not be so kind, but rather vicious.

"and also……"

Lu Tong held a pinch of tea leaves and said, "I still have some small help, those dangerous and easy to die, from now on you and Wanxi will take care of it."

After finishing speaking, he threw down the tea leaves and said with a smile: "Anyway, you have lust ghosts, you have a lot of ideas, and it's not so easy to die."

A ruthless look flashed in Wan Yi's eyes.

"Aren't senior brothers afraid of falling into my hands?"

"you?"

Lu Tong shook his head, looked at the flames under the furnace, and said, "No."

Wanyi, Wanxi, and the two ghosts have many ideas.

But with all kinds of calculations, it is difficult to beat a killing punch.

He is Killing Fist.

(End of this chapter)