Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 179: Old Nest
Blooming flowers.
Strong aroma.
Where ladies and ladies from various families used to laugh and have fun, there was a group of frowning monks, monsters, and half-demon sitting there.
Yang Wang sat cross-legged on the grass.
In the left eye socket, the red eyeball of the snake vulture gradually dried up, and a thick red water flowed down its cheek.
Whispers sounded.
Lu Tong asked in a low voice: "How many people are there in total?"
Song Yanbai was also unsure and said hesitantly: "It seems to be seven, two boys and five girls."
He looked around.
Besides Yang Wang, there are three monks with strange faces and a gazelle here.
Yang Wang lost an eye, and now he is out of breath, probably unable to make a move.
Six versus seven.
One less.
He looked at Madam Ninth.
For foundation-building monks, after mana is transformed into liquid, unless it is deliberately hidden, the flow of mana will subconsciously emit some fluctuations.
Lu Tong's magic power is similar to demon power, operating fiercely and extremely quickly.
Madam Ninth's magic power is like a deep lake, calm on the surface but bottomless under the water.
Ahead.
Madame Ninth asked: "How?"
Yang Wang took a pill and wiped the red juice from his face.
Take out a pen and paper and mark each location.
"Only, there are no less than five people in the afterimages within two days."
Mrs. Ninth took the paper.
After a few breaths, the mana surged, and red sparks flew out of the body.
Mars flew by, dragging out a long tail.
"Come with me!"
Countless sparks flew out, turned into a pair of fire wings, and soared into the sky.
One figure followed after another.
Lu Tong tore open the turf with one kick, jumped up, and a fire dragon emerged from the tiger's claws in mid-air.
"Brother Lu."
Song Yanbai shot out a flying sword, hung it above his head, and followed through the air.
Catching up to Lu Tong, he sent a message: "Let's slow down."
Lu Tong was very surprised.
I couldn't help but turn my head and look at Song Yanbai again.
Song Yanbai sent another message: "Evil cultivation is too dangerous, our cultivation is still shallow, so we should be slower."
He couldn't help but smile to himself.
Song Yanbai has made great progress, and is no longer the dull young man he used to be.
"Okay."
The two flew side by side and gradually fell behind.
Below.
In the night, the lights in Yunying City are brightly lit.
Nearly all the monks from the City Lord's Mansion were sent out to patrol the streets and alleys holding large lanterns as tall as one person.
In the east of the city, arrays of arrays of light connected together.
In the south of the city, several families lived together and pooled their money to set up formations.
The west of the city is very poor.
Most people had no money left, so they dragged their families out of their homes, gathered together, and lit bonfires at spacious intersections.
A bonfire cannot stop evil cultivators.
The adults knew this very well, and were extremely frightened in their hearts, staring at each other in dark corners where the firelight could not reach.
The children still didn’t understand what was going on, so they chased and fought around the bonfire.
"Look! There is a phoenix in the sky!"
"There are so many immortals."
"That deer ran so fast, its horns were like swords."
"It's not a deer, it's a gazelle."
There was a lot of yelling.
Lu Tong looked down, a flood of complicated thoughts came to his mind.
Disasters are like knives.
This knife comes and goes without a trace, making it impossible to guard against.
Human life is like grass.
The wind blows, the rain beats, and the knife cuts. After surviving one calamity, there is another calamity.
Everyone wants peace.
Unfortunately, there is never peace.
He raised his head, spread his arms, and stretched his muscles.
"Creak, creak, creak..."
A sound of muscles and bones was heard.
I have been practicing meditation for several years, and my bones have become soft from sitting there. I just took advantage of these evil practices to sharpen my bones.
"Brother Lu?"
Song Yanbai noticed something unusual.
"Hoo!"
Lu Tong took a long breath and said: "Brother Song, is the knife faster or the bones stronger?"
"What?"
"Gone!"
Mana surges out.
A flame exploded and turned into an eight-foot fire tiger.
The Fire Tigers killed several of them and rushed to the front.
Below.
There was a burst of clapping and shouting around the campfire.
"Wow! Here comes another one."
"Big Tiger!"
……
East of the city, south of the city, and west of the city.
Flying half a circle.
Madam Ninth leads the way.
Lu Tong followed closely and said, "Isn't the evil cultivator in the north?"
"Force them to go back to their nest."
After a while.
The group turned to the north of the city.
Yinliu Lane.
There are nine households, and willow trees are planted in each courtyard. They cannot be seen clearly from the sky.
It’s summer.
The alley is a bit cold.
Lu Tong turned into a fire tiger and landed at the entrance of the alley. He opened his mouth and spit out three spiritual smokes, breaking open the door of a house.
Others also used their methods.
The door opened.
The courtyard was silent.
Every house is like this, very weird.
"There is a corpse smell."
A middle-aged monk took half a step back.
Lu Tong stepped into the alley and jumped onto the courtyard wall.
The courtyard was dark.
Throw in some flames.
Under the firelight, the willow branches swayed like ghost hands.
The courtyard was in chaos, and a wooden barrel fell on the ground next to the well.
A female cultivator flew to the side and took out Ruyi.
Pour in magic power, and a flock of white birds will fly out of your mind.
The birds flew out, smashed open the willow branches, windows, and door panels, and flew out of the room.
The white bird sheds a hazy white light.
In the room, a mutilated corpse was lying on the bed, and another mutilated corpse fell beside the table.
Lu Tong turned around and said: "Two dead people."
The remaining people broke into other people's houses.
"Three dead men."
"A dead man."
"A dead man."
"Three dead people...ah!"
A shrill scream.
Then a black shadow rose into the sky and flew upward.
"Come down!"
"Death!"
A few monks chased him out.
Iron chains, flying swords, and fist shadows all hit the black shadow at the same time.
The shadow fell.
A ball of fire rose up, illuminating the dark shadow.
After Lu Tong saw it clearly, his heart skipped a beat.
Red-eyed viper!
Tune the tiger away from the mountain?
"Someone! Seal the alley!"
Madam Ninth remained at the entrance of the alley, her body full of magic power.
Behind the back, there were two wings of fire.
In his hand, he held two long flaming whips. He raised his hand and drew out one whip.
A thin-faced figure paused, blocked the whip, and turned around to return.
Lu Tong jumped out fiercely, blocking the retreat.
A short moment.
Others surrounded him, blocking all the corners on the top, left, and right.
"How do you know this place? Who told you! Guan Xiuxiu? Or Lao Cang?"
Nine people asked: "Where are they?"
"Let me live."
Mrs. Ninth sighed.
Several people took action at the same time.
Magic weapons and spells flew out one after another.
The thin-faced monk’s hands turned into silver light, and he flashed past them one after another, and actually stopped them all.
"Let me go! They are plotting against the City Lord's Mansion. If you keep insisting, you will regret it sooner or later!"
Madam Ninth looked unmoved.
Lu Tong observed for a moment and then rushed towards him fiercely.
Two tiger claws, photographed on the head.
The thin-faced monk immediately closed his mouth, and his hands passed over the tiger's claws one after another, cutting off pieces of fire.
When two people are entangled.
A few more magic weapons and spells flew out.
A flying sword sank into the thin-faced monk's back.
A black water snake wrapped around his right leg and turned into a mass of black ice.
The thin-faced monk froze for a moment.
Lu Tong took the opportunity to break out of the Fire Tiger, stretched out his arm, and placed a palm on his chest.
"Poof!"
The thin-faced monk spat out a mouthful of blood, raised his right hand, and bent his fingers into eagle claws. ~IndoMTL.com~The silver light on the fingers shines like silver.
Another sword flashed by.
The eyes of the thin-faced monk then lost their sparkle.
After a breath, a line of blood appeared on his neck, and then his head fell.
A fountain of blood rose into the sky.
Lu Tong dodged and frowned slightly.
Not quite right.
There is only one person here. Counting Guan Xiuxiu and Lao Cang in this person's mouth, there are only three.
Madam Ninth took back the fire whip and said: "Fan Peng, take the body and go back to find Yang Wang. Others, follow me to the flower market."
Walk out for a moment.
Madam Ninth suddenly stopped and took out a jade pendant for sound transmission.
After communicating for a while.
In an instant, his face changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "How brave! Come with me!"
……
The City Lord’s Mansion.
The boys and maids were in a mess.
Madame Ninth fell down and said loudly: "Why are you panicking! Where is the master?"
"Back to Madam, I have gone to Baizhu Mountain."
Enter the house.
A mahogany hall.
Opposite the main hall, there is a three-foot-high red stone mountain.
On the mountain, there is a figure lying across the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, several women gathered together with panicked expressions on their faces.
"Jiu Mei, there is an evil cultivator in the house!"
"Sister Shan is dead."
"The murderer has not been found and the master is not here, what should we do."
The Ninth Lady appeared, and the women seemed to have found a backbone.
Lu Tong couldn’t help but frown after hearing a few words.
Mrs. Shan was actually killed, and she was still in the city lord's mansion.
He looked at the formation.
The luster of the array is still intact and intact.
A bright light flashed across the sky.
The formation creates a channel.
Yan Ziqiu landed on the mountain and looked at the corpse at his feet with an extremely gloomy expression.
"Jiu'er, order all the major families to search the city!"
"Yes."