The First Beastmaster of the Nine Realms

Chapter 136 Talking Little Turtle

Jian Baisan secretly thought it was terrible.

The small mouth on the top of the head is not as big as a fist.

Jian Baisan knew that magic weapons for spiritual attack were priceless in the entire cultivation world.

Among many sects and casual cultivators, there are very few monks who choose mental attack as their exercise method, because if the body has no defense ability, no amount of mental attack is useless.

That is to say, Zhong Qingzong, the leader among them, has made a name for himself.

However, spiritual spells are the best choice to deceive people. Therefore, spiritual magic tools are flocked to by monks.

Jian Baisan also did not expect that this monk called "Jiayun Daoist" would have a magic weapon of spiritual attack—maybe even a magic weapon with both spatial and spiritual attack abilities.

She won this trick, but she didn't say anything at all.

The longer you stay here, the more "tired", and the more "tired", the less energy you have to go out, and the more you let yourself be slaughtered.

What else can I do?Jian Baisan changed his mind abruptly, and simply scratched the wall with the piercing jade butterfly in his sleeve, but only a white mark was drawn.

Jian Baisan held it and kept scratching at the same place on the wall, trying to break through the wall.I didn't know how long it took to row before I saw a small hole in the wall, but there seemed to be an infinite thickness inside.

Panting for breath, Jian Baisan fell to the ground, and heard the voice of Master Jiayun without hesitation: "If you shut it down for another half an hour, it will be almost completely dead. If you take it out, you can't recover at all, and you can be slaughtered...you Are you sure her kung fu is above the Xuan level?"

"You'll know it just by looking at this," Xiao Wanchang kicked something and made a muffled sound, and a painful groan appeared in Dahuang's throat.

"If you didn't get dizzy with this thing, we wouldn't be able to beat it. She is a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, but she is bound to a golden core spirit beast! There is more than one spirit beast. The similar exercises we know must be Can't get over something that big!"

"Doesn't that explain the problem? It's just that her skills are too strong!"

"Indeed." Master Jiayun's tone sounded relaxed, "Wait a little longer."

Hearing Rhubarb's cry, Jian Baisan stood up again with an ugly expression.

The movement was too big, and the little turtle in the cuff rolled to the ground, but Jian Baisan didn't pay attention.

"Can you give me some spiritual power?"

Jian Baisan heard a voice, as small as a mosquito rang in her ears.

The tattered tortoise that was picked up crawled a short distance and raised its head to look at her.

Jian Baisan responded quickly, "I'm sorry, I can't. I don't have much spiritual power. I have to find a way to save my partners outside, and I also need to save myself."

"I can help you," said the little turtle, "give me spiritual power, and then you can put your hands on my shell."

Jian Baisan lost his spiritual power to it, and it was the first time it was electrified, and it couldn't help but let out a soft "Ouch".

Jian Baisan put her hands on it, and a familiar coolness came from her meridians, and she regained the strength to stand up.

The little opening in her head grew bigger and bigger as she looked, and soon it was going to be big enough for her to get through—

"That is not the mouth of reality," the tortoise explained in a low voice, with its four legs retracted into the shell, "it is the effect brought by the magic weapon, you can think it is a heart barrier. I used to listen to them. .”

Who is the road back?Jian Baisan didn't have time to think about it.

"Your heart is deceived. You feel that the feeling brought to you here is the kind of fatigue she brought you at the beginning, and you will feel tired. You can go out when you wake up."

It turned out to be like this, this is a knowledgeable little turtle.

Half of the pattern on its body is desperately lighting up, but the cool feeling has become weaker and more intermittent.

The hole hadn't expanded to the width of her shoulders before the dizziness returned.

The hole became smaller, and Jian Baisan sat on the ground again.

"I'm sorry," said the little turtle dejectedly, "I thought I could help you. But I can't help anyone."

"You really helped me," Jian Baisan was very objective. "I think it's very useful. I'll be released in at least half an hour. Maybe I'll have a chance to fight back."

But the little turtle seems to be immersed in its own world.

"I've been disabled since I was born. Others of the same kind have beautiful and useful patterns, but mine is empty. I'm useless. If I wasn't so useless, she wouldn't have died."

The tortoise's voice sounded like a little girl, with a crying voice, but it still looked like a small little tortoise: "She is tall, she is taller than you, but I heard that she was hammered into a pulp. Then How much does it hurt?"

Jian Baisan listened silently, and stroked the unpatterned half of the little turtle's shell with his fingers.She is stupid, but this can be a comfort.

"Woooo... I thought I was going to die a long time ago, but I didn't die. I snatched the jade pendant that was returned on the road, but the jade pendant is gone, and now there is nothing... If only I had a complete pattern, You turned me over several times, you saved me, unlike when they pushed me into the mud, I really want to save you..."

"Don't cry." Jian Baisan held it up, at a loss, how should he comfort him?

Looking at its wood-like shell, she suddenly thought of it.

"Let me engrave it for you."

The little turtle stopped crying.

"what?"

"I know how to carve wood, and my hands are very steady. If you want a pattern, I'll carve it for you. It doesn't take a lot of energy. It's good if I recover some energy."

"Thank you," said the little tortoise, "but it won't work, it should only be engraved with the strength of the golden core."

Jian Baisan showed the butterfly butterfly from her fingers, "I can." She said. "Tell me about your kind, what kind of pattern is it?"

It's coming on.It has watched the recitations of its compatriots many times, and they all recited them.

"Did you see my pattern on the top?" it said, "rotate it to the right, move the outermost layer to the innermost layer, turn the fourth layer of patterns into four, and place them on the It's in a symmetrical position."

She held it, and the butterfly wings in her hands were so hard, leaving the first dent on its blank, hard shell.

Then it lights up.

This girl is really fast and steady.It's different from Lu Huangui's hand, it's not the kind of hot hand, but a little warm hand, very strong.

It felt that it was floating, as if it was flying in the sky. Although it was actually only in the palm of a monk, this was a hand that could turn it over patiently.

"And then? Are they all symmetrical?" Jian Baisan asked.

"Well, well... When the leftmost one is symmetrical, the third floor and the fourth floor should be swapped..."

Jian Baisan didn't say much: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)