Half-demon Raising Immortals

Chapter 442

"You, stop..."

"Whatever you want, I will give you everything..."

Several four-winged lanterns float in the sky.

In the candlelight, Lu Tong stretched out his tail, wrapped it around Wei Hu's neck, and held it in front of him.

Wei Hu was covered in injuries.

On the shoulders, the arms have disappeared, and the white bones are exposed in the large blurred flesh and blood; the abdomen, the soft armor is pierced, revealing a blood hole the size of a fist; the legs are limp and drooping under the body, as if the bones have been pulled out .

Wei Hu spat out a mouthful of blood, and continued: "Hell, bring you into the underworld."

"No need."

Lu Tong shook his head.

The tail tightened, and with a slight "creak", Wei Hu's eyes gradually popped out of their sockets, and finally he tilted his head without making any sound.

Not far away, the remaining three jade pillars quickly darkened and fell towards the water.

Lu Tong bent his mouth, stared at the eyeballs that were almost protruding from the sockets, and said slowly: "Stop pretending."

Wei Hu didn't make any sound.

He also said: "Dai Qimin once begged for a 'Treasure of Carrying the Way', this treasure comes from the great power called 'Chariot', it is said that it can bring people back from the dead."

The treasure that carries the way, the treasure bestowed by the great power and the immortal.

When the monks in the underworld break through the golden elixir, they put the treasure of Taoism into the formation, and they can get the natal spell bestowed by the great power.

Wei Hu used this treasure when he broke through the golden elixir.

After breaking through, he has never cast any natal spells, but everyone in the underworld must be recorded in the "Fish and Dragon Book", including birthplace, method, cultivation level, magic weapon and everything else.

People in the Land of Ancient Immortals have seen "The Book of Fish and Dragons", and Wei Hu's natal spell is "Cicada Slough".

Wei Hu still didn't respond.

Lu Tong waited quietly.

After nearly a cup of tea, the surrounding spiritual energy gathered, and Wei Hu's eyebrows suddenly began to throb, and the flesh on his forehead split open after a while.

Then the hair, face, body, etc., all the corners began to crack.

A gust of wind blew, and countless skin flakes and dead flesh fell off.

Wei Hu lost a lot of weight, and slowly moved his eyes.

Lu Tong looked up and down, looked at the bare shoulders, and said, "No more?"

Wei Hu woke up with a very sluggish expression, and looked at the long knife stuck in Lu Tong's heart, his eyes fell into despair.

"I, I don't want to die."

"Nobody wants to die."

Lu Tong's thoughts moved slightly, his tail began to tighten again, and he said slowly: "You don't want to die, and Hu Zisheng doesn't want to die either, but life and death are not up to you."

"Uh……"

Wei Hu was hanging in mid-air, swaying violently a few times, sticking out his tongue out of his mouth, and let out short breaths of "uh" again and again.

Moments later, the last breath is exhaled, and it dies again.

Lu Tong pulled out a long knife from his chest.

Wei Hu's long knife is made of a single piece of ivory. The blade is slightly round and does not stain the blade with blood.

Lu Tong swung his long knife.

A head flew up, and as a group of purple flames burst out, the head quickly burned into a pile of coke.

He took off the storage magic weapon and peeled off the broken soft armor.

He burned the remaining corpses, put away a few lanterns, and flew towards the direction where the tiger prison fell.

On the pitch-black water, a black-covered boat floats quietly.

With a flash in Lu Tong's eyes, he landed on the deck and lifted the curtain, and there were four short topaz sticks on the table in the cabin.

A familiar figure sat at the table.

With a round head, big eyes, and a beard, it was Wei Hu who had just been killed.

Lu Tong picked up the "Dou Tian Fa", got into the cabin, and sat opposite "Wei Hu".

"Wei Hu" poured a cup of tea and handed it over, "Are you injured?"

Lu Tong looked at his heart.

Running the natal spell every day, all the essence and blood in the body have already turned into blood spirits, and the knife wound on the heart has healed, but there are still some blood scabs left outside the wound.

He rubbed off the blood scab, stared at the opposite side, and said, "Why don't you dare to show your real body?"

The connector never showed up.

Lu Tong always had a feeling that this person was Jing Xin, but he couldn't confirm it.

The eyebrows and eyes on "Wei Hu"'s face changed rapidly, turning into a mass of white light without facial features, and said, "It's very dangerous."

The voice was cold and sounded devoid of emotion.

"What danger?"

The position of Bai Guang's mouth squirmed a few times, and said: "Once you enter the underworld, everything before that must disappear, otherwise you will harm others and yourself."

Lu Tong's face became more serious.

He has always been very cautious. This time, in order to hide his identity, he discarded all the magic weapons that might be exposed, but it seemed that it was not enough.

"What's the meaning."

Bai Guang raised his palm, and the palm was entangled with countless silk threads, turning into a silk cocoon, like a ball of thread rolled by a clumsy woman.

"This is everyone in the mortal world and our greatest reliance. Countless monks will not be exposed as long as there is no thread, but once there is a thread..."

In the silk thread, a tiny thread end was drilled out.

The white palm grabs the end of the thread and pulls it. After three feet, it pulls hard, and a small figure is pulled out.

Square face and thick eyebrows are exactly what Lu Tong looks like.

Bai Guang crushed the villain to death.

Lu Tong twitched his eyebrows suddenly, and asked, "What is a thread?"

"Everything. Dharma door, magic weapon, preferences, temperament, mantra..."

Bai Guang talked for a long time.

Lu Tong's face gradually sank, he raised his arm, and said, "Where is this demon arm?"

"Too."

"So, the tail and the wings won't work either?"

"Correct."

"It's okay to act secretly without revealing your identity?"

"Once it appears, it will leave traces, and if there are traces, there will be threads. Once you enter the underworld, you must start from the beginning, and everything before that must be forgotten."

Lu Tong frowned.

In this case, the most powerful methods such as the unicorn's legs, tail, and wings will all be abolished, leaving only the "Daiyue Monkey Owl" and "Four-winged Barracuda" that have never been used.

Even the Juanxian carp used it once just after entering the intercepting lake.

He closed his eyes, exhaled heavily, opened them again, and said, "When are you leaving?"

"Wait until you completely become 'Wei Hu'."

Lu Tong nodded, collected the blood one by one, and then his eyebrows and eyes began to change, quickly turning into Wei Hu's appearance.

"how?"

"Drink tea."

Lu Tong picked up the teacup, and when he lifted it up half way, he froze for a moment, and changed his two fingers into three fingers.

In the past, with a huge body, two fingers were enough to pinch a teacup.

And Wei Hu has been using three fingers.

Handing the teacup to his mouth, he took a breath, drank half of the cup in one gulp, and put down the teacup.

"how?"

Bai Guang said nothing.

Lu Tong couldn't detect anything wrong, and subconsciously frowned.

"wrong."

"Where is wrong?"

"Wei Hu rarely frowns."

Lu Tong looked certain, touched his forehead, his brows gradually relaxed, and said in a deep voice: "It's an unintentional move, I'm afraid I can't change it in a short time."

The facial features, eyebrows and eyes have changed a lot.

Frowning, raising eyebrows, shrugging nose, curling lips, smirking, staring, squinting... In addition, there are nose touching, face touching and so on.

Everyone has some small movements that are usually not noticed.

Lu Tong had a lot of things on his mind and often frowned.

But Wei Hu has a quick temper and always strokes his beard.

Bai Guang stretched out his hand, and an inch-long white needle condensed from his fingertips. When he flicked his fingers, the white needle sank into his brow.

Lu Tong felt a tingling near his eyebrows.

"what are you doing?"

"Help you. One shot at a time until you get over it."

(End of this chapter)