Half-demon Raising Immortals

Chapter 403

Inside the cabin.

On a square table, there is a clay sculpture of Bamen Mountain City.

Lu Tong looked at the city wall and said, "I asked Lao Yang, last time the city defense formation was fully activated and released countless skeletons. It seems that the formation's eyes are inside."

Dian Si'er picked up a one-horned ox head and placed it beside the north gate.

"In such a big place, there should be quite a few array eyes."

"Ah."

Lu Tong nodded, smiled after a while, and said: "Find out a few and count. Anyway, there is Senior Brother Bai on the top. Senior Brother Bai has just broken through the late stage of Jindan, and immediately retreats without stopping for half a moment. It is probably more urgent than us." .”

"Brother Bai's method is weird, he should be practicing evil methods, Wan Yi also said..."

There was a knock on the roof.

Wan Yi's voice sounded from the roof, saying: "Here comes the good gift."

Lu Tong opened the door and went out.

Shanli walked to the door and said, "Fellow Daoist Lu, one of the storm-biting wolves you sent out has returned."

Lu Tong was overjoyed, and flew up, saying: "Go, go and ask."

Behind the mountain, next to the hot pool.

Lu Tong stopped his wings and fell from the sky.

A biting storm wolf ran to the side, raised its front paws, cupped its hands and said, "Han Jian, meet the master!"

Han Jian, a member of the Liang Yao Chamber of Commerce.

Originally a guard, after hearing the news, he came to recommend himself.

Lu Tong looked kindly, waved his hand and said, "Get up."

After speaking, he looked around.

Shanli, Li Rennu, predators, etc. are all waiting around.

Lu Tong cupped his hands and said: "Everyone, the matter is secret, I will take a step first."

"You can't trust us?"

Shanli frowned.

Lu Tong nodded and said, "Be careful."

Immediately, a gust of wind blew out, and Han Jian flew towards Wuxia Mountain.

On the mountainside, on an ice rock.

Lu Tong dispersed the wind and asked, "Have you found the eye?"

"Yes."

Han Jian opened his mouth, spat out a fang, and said, "Master, the map is in the fang."

Lu Tong mobilized his mana, stretched out his hand, put the wolf fangs in his palm, and crushed them to reveal a roll of paper.

Spread out the paper, a city is drawn on it.

Among the vertical and horizontal formations, the ten red dots are particularly eye-catching.

His eyes lit up immediately, a smile appeared on his face, and he said in surprise, "Ten? How did you find it?"

"Senior Yang found it."

"Yang Yun?"

"Yes."

Lu Tong was a little surprised.

Yang Yun is still alive, and he sent out hundreds of people, among them only Yang Yun and another Foundation Establishment cultivator knew about "Lao Wang Ba".

"He went to find Old Wang Ba?"

"Yes, master, the old bastard is called Geng Renlong, and he is a descendant of the Geng family."

"The Geng family?"

Lu Tong muttered for a while, then his eyes widened suddenly, and he said in surprise, "That businessman 'Geng Manzan' who sold Yu Linfeng back then?"

When Yu Linfeng was still a little demon, the entire group was arrested.

The merchant took it to the city to sell it but couldn't sell it. In the end, wolves ate wolves, and Yu Linfeng was the only one left.Seeing that his life was tough, the businessman finally gave him a bite to eat and stayed with him all the time.

The Dianshan Demon City is what it is today, half thanks to this person.

Small characters make big messes.

Lu Tong was deeply impressed by this man, and remembered it in his heart after only hearing it once.

Han Jian nodded and said, "Master, Geng Manzan is still alive and was suppressed in the stone wolf. His descendants are also alive, one line recognizes Yu Linfeng as their ancestor, and the other line is Geng Renlong."

"Recognizing the wolf as a father, tortured from generation to generation..."

Lu Tong's mind was a little turbulent, he took a deep breath, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, and said, "Any more news?"

"Geng Renlong wants to make a deal with the master. He knows everything in the demon city. As long as we rescue the Geng family, he will tell us everything."

"Tell him, I agreed, as long as we break through the city, the Geng family will remain."

"He wants the order of the river mother."

"what?"

Lu Tong widened his eyes.

Han Jian whispered: "Geng Renlong said that the Geng family had killed countless lives and couldn't survive in human territory. He asked for a Hemu decree to move to Jieshui Lake."

Lu Tong frowned and fell into silence.

The order of the river mother, the token of the river turtle.

In Jieshui Lake, there is a fairy boat owned by the river mother tortoise, and only by relying on the river mother's order can it stay on the fairy boat.

Otherwise, you can only stay for an hour.

Every Hemu Token is a surefire way of retreat, so cherish it very much.

"You wait."

Lu Tong flew to the foot of the mountain, cupped his hands towards the entrance of the cave, and said, "Senior! The descendants of the Geng family know where the formation is located, and want a Hemu Token."

"Yes. Send someone to inform Kuhuang, he will find the token."

"Yes!"

Just as Lu Tong was about to leave, a thought flashed through him, he stopped immediately, and asked again: "Dare to ask senior, how long will it take for senior brother to break through?"

"Seven years."

……

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter come and go, and it has been five years in a blink of an eye.

The Hemu order started and shot again, and the formation map of "Array of Ten Thousand Bones and Thousand Soldiers" also started.

With all kinds of efforts, the final gain and loss is only one or two people.

on the plum tree.

Lu Tong opened his eyes, took out a bronze mirror, looked at it, and said with a smile: "Si Er, there is a white-headed bird growing on the master's face."

The blood energy in the plum blossom is strong and can evolve into blood species.

After five years, the other blood species have not changed significantly except for their greater strength, only the blood species on the face.

The nose becomes white, sharp, and curved, like a bird's head.

On both sides of the nose, blood-red fleshy whiskers join together, like spread wings.

The whiskers around the face also began to move closer to each other, forming a bigger wing.

Dian Si'er jumped out of the cocoon, took a look, and said with a smile, "It really looks like a bird."

He reached out and touched the tip of his nose again, and said in surprise, "Ice?"

Lu Tong nodded, channeled his mana, and poured a little into the tip of his nose, which immediately felt cold and itchy.

"Humph."

He snorted.

A puff of white air spewed out of the nostrils, turning into two ice thorns and bursting out.

"what?"

Lu Tong was overjoyed, poured in another stream of mana, and hummed forcefully.

"Humph!"

Two white air spewed out, like two white dragons, after rushing out Zhang Yuan, they turned into two ice arrows and fled through the air.

Dian Si'er lowered his head, and all six eyes looked at the iceberg.

"Is this supernatural power related to the iceberg?"

Lu Tong rubbed his nose, lowered his head, thought for a while, and said, "It's not ice, it's blood essence."

The blood plum blossom grows after picking, and grows again after picking.

It's just because there is an extremely vigorous blood essence under the iceberg, which is inexhaustible and inexhaustible, and the blood essence is related to ice.

He thought about it for a while, shook his head, and said, "Si'er, get ready, let's go out together."

"Okay, what are you going to do?"

"Look for someone, call Dahan and Erhu."

……

Deep in the mountains and forests.

Dian Si'er looked at the map that Huang Sifang found out, and said, "Master, isn't this the way out of the mountain?"

"Go to Wufeng Mountain first."

"Wufeng Mountain, who is there?"

Lu Tong didn't make a sound, and continued on his way.

The tiger pestle is in Wufeng Mountain.

This time planning for success, too much financial and mental effort has been invested. If it fails, it will be difficult to have a second chance in a hundred years, so we must use our best.

Huiyin Heihu of Wufeng Mountain barely counts as half of the family.

In a critical moment, it is reasonable and reasonable to ask your own family members for help, without losing face.

(End of this chapter)