v4 Chapter 567： Mysterious turtle

The fifth hundred and sixty-seventh chapter

The master of the bitter face changed, and the shoulders shook slightly. The gray-white ghost turned into a thick yellow python, and it was very smashing, and it rushed to the iron pillar for a while.

In a blink of an eye, the time for a cup of tea has passed, and the iron column has still not been shaken.

This time, not only the two juniors in the condensate period were so horrible, but the bitter master of the Yuan Ying period also began to play the drums.

What kind of prohibition is so powerful, is it that you have to be trapped and die?

"Elders, no hurry, we slowly discuss how to break this ban." The monk surnamed a strong wife, smiled.

"Yeah, the master of suffering, there will always be a way." The red woman also helped me. Although they didn't like the old monster, but now it is a grasshopper on the rope. This water hug looks really different, even Yuan Ying The monks felt awkward, and they naturally did not have the hope of breaking the ban.

The master of the bitter face was ugly, and he ignored the good intentions of the two. He scorned in the mouth and sacrificed the bones of the soul.

Ghosts are going to be like a ban.

"Oh, it’s up to you, a monk in the early days of Yuan Ying, who wants to go out from this bundle of imperial prisons, and thinks about it."

Just then, a little low voice sounded with sarcasm.

"Where is the madman, dare to tease the old man?"

The master of the bitter face was full of anger, but the heart was playing with the drum. This space was only over a hundred feet. He had already swept through the gods and clearly found no creatures.

"Hey, don't bother searching, with your cultivation, you can't see the old man's illusion." Still the voice just now, slow and reasonable.

After listening to the other person's teasing words, the eyes of the master of the bitter turn, but the anger on his face has converged.

"Why do you want to make a fool of yourself, you are not trapped here too. If you have a way to go out, how can you stay here, it is better to show up, you and I will help each other together."

The voice came to an abrupt end, and the silence was gone. The master of suffering was not in a hurry, but in the dark, all the gods were released.

I saw the small lake that was originally calm, suddenly rippled, and there was no wind, but it set off a huge wave of several feet high.

Then in the center of the lake, there was a big whirlpool.

The amazing demon is diffusing from the inside...

"God, what is this!" The woman in red was covering her mouth and exclaimed.

"Mysterious turtle? No... impossible, how big is it, and its pressure." The man's face is also full of unbelievable colors.

I saw the vortex above, a stone turtle with a few feet was standing proud and arrogant, and from the demon of it, it was clear that it had reached the middle of the transformation.

It is the master of suffering that is also moving, although he also guessed that the monsters in this dungeon are not the same, but did not expect to be better than their own cultivation.

Especially the mysterious turtle... This is too outrageous!

As everyone knows, the monsters absorb the essence of the heavens and earth, and they can also cultivate and advance.

However, just as the monks have the difference of the spiritual roots, the difficulty of practicing advanced is different because of the different races of the monsters.

Take the peacock, as a descendant of the ancient gods, from the birth to the morphing period, but only a few hundred years of time.

To know that the life of the Yaozu is much longer than that of humans, for hundreds of years, it’s just a snap.

But more demon people, let alone hundreds of years, even if they have been repaired for tens of thousands of years, they can't step into the threshold of the transformation period. Before that, they have run out of life, after all, the Yaozu is not forever. Longevity, in other words, is limited to the difference of blood, unless there is a special chance, many Yaozu, for the rest of their lives, it is impossible to reach the fourth order.

The mysterious turtle is not a descendant of a beast. On the contrary, its blood is too low. If the monk is used as a metaphor, it is equivalent to no spiritual root.

No matter the master of suffering or the two monks of the condensed period, they are more knowledgeable, but the second-order turtle is unheard of, let alone the metamorphosis period is so outrageous. Is it wrong?

The faces of the three men were full of suspicious colors. They re-released the gods and looked up and down the monsters in front of them. It was indeed in the middle of the transformation.

"Don't look at it, this ancestor is indeed a fourth-order demon repair." The Xuan turtle raised his head and his voice was low and heavy.

Then the flash of light flashed, and its body began to change, shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the turtle shell was retracted into the body. When the aura converges, an ugly, but very strong man appears in front of the three. .

"The body of the Taoist friend is really a mysterious turtle?" Although it is true to seeing it, the expression of the master of the pain is still unbelievable.

"Hey, like a fake replacement."

"That is really rare. It seems that Taoist friends are not talented, but what is another fairy." In the midst of a demon in the middle of a metamorphosis, the masters of suffering do not dare to have the slightest arrogance. The other two The monks in the condensate period are even more respectful salutes.

"The Taoist friends don't need to explore the details of the old man. I tell you the truth, I don't have any special chances, but I live longer than other similar ones." The turtle squinted at the corner of his mouth, like a smile.

Everyone only knows that among the Yaozu, the mysterious turtle is a kind of garbage, but I don’t know that although this monster is inferior in qualification, it also has a strength and lived for a long time.

The life of the Yaozu is different from that of the monk. It is not increased as the cultivation grows, but is determined according to the race.

Usually ranging from thousands to tens of thousands of years!

And this mysterious turtle can easily live for more than a million years.

Of course, this is an ideal state. Imagine that the first-class Yaozu in the district is also the one with very poor qualifications. In the cultivation of the weak meat, it belongs to the lowest level of the food chain. It can burn a few hundred years and burn high incense. Naturally there is no chance to advance.

However, this is different. In this enclosed space, the water prison that is completely isolated from the outside world has become its comfort zone. There are no natural enemies, no danger, and no cultivation.

Although the qualifications are poor, but time can make up, millions of years have passed, and finally achieved the miracle of the immortal world.

Metamorphosis mysterious turtle!

After being repaired as a great man, this monster is naturally not willing to live in a dungeon. He wants to go outside. However, although the name of Xianbao is not so mysterious, it is indeed the place where Yu Xuanzong is being held again. The monk was confined here. Although this mysterious tortoise is not low, there is no way to get rid of it.

Unfortunately, the three guys of the Sword Palace were sent here.

There is nothing natural about the harmony between the monks and the Yaozu, but everyone seems to be the only hope.

"Oh, the original Taoist friend grew up here, then the old man would like to ask where is this place?" The master of the hug embraced the boxing, and he wanted to inquire about the news.