【Chapter 099】 Camouflage
Yin Evil Peak, Taixuan Cave!
Lu Jing recalled the naked killing intent in Deacon Qin's eyes when he left yesterday, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought: if he stayed in the Yin Demon Sect, Deacon Qin really couldn't help himself, but, as Deacon Qin himself said, he was a real person in the Purple Mansion after all, and if he really wanted to put aside all his worries to deal with himself, especially when he was out to do it, then he would be in danger. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE。 info
"Could it be that he was the one who reported to the real one last time?"
Thinking of this, Lu Jing's heart flickered.
In fact, he has another way to deal with this matter, which is to tell the master Zhu Hongxian and let Zhu Hongxian help, I believe that the master will not stand idly by.
However, this method also has a drawback, after all, Deacon Qin did not officially do anything to him, even if Zhu Hongxian came forward to help him deal with him, he had to take into account some rules of the sect, and it was likely that Deacon Qin would not be able to put Deacon Qin to death, but it would make Deacon Qin hate him even more, and it was even likely to lie dormant from now on, like a poisonous snake hidden in the dark, at a critical time, a fatal blow.
It is precisely because of this that Lu Jing did not ask his master to make a move, the poisonous snake hidden is far more dangerous than the beast under the sun.
Of course, there is another reason why the master does not let Zhu Hong's tears make a move, that is, Lu Jing remembered that the master once said to him, "Cultivation is not simply the pursuit of results, the process is as important, and many things must be experienced before there will be gains", this sentence, he kept in mind, and Deacon Qin was one of the calamities he encountered in the process of cultivation, and he wanted to solve it himself.
After sorting out his thoughts, Lu Jing rested in the cave for a day, and then went to Tiandifang City the next day.
Six days later, Lu Jing returned from Tiandifang City, and he already had more than 6,000 crystals in his storage ring again, which he had earned from continuously cultivating treasure medicine in the past few days.
In the past few days, the golden fat man of Bao Yao Zhai has bought a large amount of treasure medicine from him, and he almost regarded him as a reborn parent, smiling brightly.
After returning to the Yin Demon Sect, Lu Jing went to the Ten Thousand Ghost Tower again to check the information on the Corpse Bone Ridge.
“…… Corpse Bone Ridge, the land of great murder, is the battlefield of the Great Tribulation in the Middle Ages, millions of corpses are ambushed, white bones are like mountains, grievances are not dispersed, evil ghosts are hidden, be cautious when entering the ......" Lu Jing recalled the information of Corpse Bone Ridge while flying towards the outside of the Yin Demon Sect and officially set off.
Suddenly, without warning, he plunged headlong into the rolling Canglan River, secretly mobilized the treasure human skin, covered up the breath on his body, and then hibernated motionless at the bottom of the water like a sleeping old turtle.
A moment later, a figure appeared where Lu Jing had been.
"He was still here just now, why did he suddenly disappear." The suddenly appeared figure muttered to itself.
In the next moment, a powerful divine consciousness like an electric current swept away like a spider's web, and Lu Jing was hidden under the water, as if he felt an electric current flowing through him.
"It's really gone." The voice coming from the river was a little annoyed, and after a while, the voice became cold: "Even if you escape my tracking for the time being, I have already found out that you have been checking the information of the Bone Ridge recently, as long as I follow the direction of the Bone Ridge all the way, I will always find you." ”
"Last time, the people of the real sect didn't kill you, this time, I will take action personally."
"Hmph, genius, what about genius, didn't Zhu Hongtear move the entire True Spirit Realm back then, but didn't it still seriously hurt the origin and delay the promotion to the Yuan Shen. Now, let you, a genius, follow in the footsteps of your master...... No, I'll let you die directly, and you won't have the slightest chance to turn over......"
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The river was rolling and flowing, and suddenly, a figure slowly rose from the river.
"Sure enough, it's him."
Lu Jing stood on the surface of the river and clenched his fists.
He would never hear it wrong, the voice just now was Deacon Qin's, and as for how Zhen Yizong got his information, it was confirmed now.
"I'm going to see which of us dies first." Lu Jing smiled coldly.
Although he knew that Deacon Qin was also rushing to the Corpse Bone Ridge, he had no intention of giving up his original plan, and his cultivation plan would not stop because of any difficulty.
However, he is not stunned, knowing that there is an enemy who wants to put him to death waiting for him in front, and he is still stunned to rush over, then he is really looking for death.
He took some fancy medicine from the storage ring and began to apply it to his face.
Soon after, a dark, thin teenager appeared.
If anyone is here, they will definitely not recognize this black and thin boy Lu Jing.
In the previous life, Lu Jing was a special soldier, often going to various parts of the world to perform dangerous missions, camouflage for him, as simple as eating and drinking, the last time he went to Death Valley, because the news was revealed, he almost died without a place to be buried, absorbing the lessons of the last time, Lu Jing regained the vigilance of the previous life as a special forces.
Not only was it lurking here, who was the secret agent who revealed his news, but also a few days ago, he had purchased some materials from Tiandifang City for camouflage.
Of course, it is not enough to just disguise yourself as a black and thin boy, because monks are different from mortals, mortals recognize people by their appearance, and when monks identify people, they combine appearance and breath, just to disguise, once others smell their breath, they will also be recognized by others.
However, for this, Lu Jing had already been prepared, and he still had a treasure human skin, which was enough to cover his aura.
Speaking of which, the treasure of the supreme treasure human skin, when the battle flag spirit has not yet been occupied, Lu Jing has tried all methods, and there is no way to completely refine it, it seems that there is always a strange barrier to prevent him from refining, until the battle flag spirit soul is settled, and the strange barrier is forcibly broken, and Lu Jing can be completely refined.
Therefore, he didn't need to take out the Arcana Human Skin at all now, he only needed to use his mind to urge the Arcana Human Skin in his body and release a trace of mysterious aura to cover his body, and he could cover up his aura.
After a while, the aura on Lu Jing's body changed slightly, and the aura suddenly decreased, only showing the appearance of the third layer of the Dao, and this aura was still a little erratic and elusive.
"Well, if you change the clothes on your body again, it is estimated that it will be difficult for Deacon Qin to recognize yourself."
Lu Jing muttered to himself, and with a wave of his hand, his body was shrouded in a burst of mist.
When the mist cleared, a thin black boy dressed in blue emerged.
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The Corpse Bone Ridge is located in the middle of the three large forces of the Yin Demon Sect, the Yin Yang Sword Sect, and the True One Sect, it does not belong to any sect, it is a three-regardless zone, and it is also a place of great evil.
Of course, the three major sects have also sent strong people to enter it to investigate, but once the strong people of the three major sects enter the depths, they will be attacked by unknowns, and in the end, after paying a heavy price, they will return without end, and they will find nothing inside.
Perhaps, the three major sects may have found something inside, but they didn't say it.
However, although the Corpse Bone Ridge is a fierce place, it is also a treasure place for cultivation for the disciples of the Yin Demon Sect, especially the rich resentment and majestic corpse demons in the Corpse Bone Ridge, many spells of the Yin Demon Sect can be used.
Therefore, the disciples of the Yin Demon Sect were no strangers to the Corpse Bone Ridge, and many disciples regarded the Corpse Bone Ridge as an indispensable link when they went out to practice.
Six days later, a thin black boy dressed in blue appeared outside the Bone Ridge.
"Sure enough, it's a place of great evil."
Lu Jing looked at the gray mountains in front of him as if even the sunlight could not penetrate them, and his heart was secretly awe-inspiring, only when he came here in person would he understand the meaning of the great murderous place, not to mention the unknown danger in the depths of the Corpse Bone Ridge, just saying that it looked like one after another dark mountains like ghosts and gods, it was terrifying.
There were even faint sounds of crying, coming from the depths.
"It's time to go in."
Taking a deep breath, Lu Jing was about to step in.
However, at this moment, ten figures flew in the sky, and each of these people exuded the aura of entering the sixth layer of the Dao, and the ten figures suddenly stopped above Lu Jing's head.
"Bai Lao, didn't you just say that it was too dangerous for us to go in by ourselves, why don't we grab a few people to help explore the way, you see, isn't this just one sent to the door." A monk with a sharp face and monkey cheeks gagged, and looked at Lu Jing with unscrupulous eyes.
"Well, the third layer of the entrance is not bad, much stronger than those mortals, those mortals can't withstand the erosion of the yin mist in the corpse bone ridge at all, and they won't last for a while before they die, this small repair should be able to last a little longer." A white-haired old man in a scribe's robe touched his beard and nodded, looking at him like that, as if he was evaluating the quality of a tool.
"In that case, let him find the way for us in front." Another middle-aged man in Chinese clothes said coldly, without asking Lu Jing's opinion at all, as if he said that Lu Jing would do it.
When the other people heard this, they also nodded as a matter of course, and no one paid attention to Lu Jing's thoughts.
Lu Jing looked up at the ten figures in the sky, listening to what they said expressionlessly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.
However, he never said anything, he also wanted to see what these ten monks of the sixth level of the Initiation Dao wanted to do when they gathered together.
You must know that in addition to the sect monks and some immortal cultivation families, it is not easy for other people to reach the sixth layer of the Dao, these people's clothes and dresses are all strange, and each of them has an unstable foundation, and the mana is up and down, without thinking too much, I also know that they are casual cultivators, ten scattered cultivators of the sixth layer are gathered together, and no plot is impossible.
"Boy, you heard what we said, hehe, it's okay for you to be in front of us to explore the way, maybe you can save a small life, otherwise, you will be killed on the spot!" The sharp-faced monkey-cheeked monk flew in front of Lu Jing and said threateningly.
"I know how to do it." The cold light in Lu Jing's eyes flashed and he nodded.