The little turtle was led by the ancestor of Fanmo, and naturally it didn't take long to reach the boundary of the Motu Sect. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 After entering the Ink Earth Sect, the little turtle's eyes widened, looking at the pitch-black dirt on the ground, and couldn't help but be amazed: "Is there really such a strange thing in the world?"

Fanmo Ancestor smiled, waved his hand again and again and said, "Ancestor, you are laughing, although my Motu Sect is small, it is also within a radius of nearly a million miles. It would be understandable if this was a piece of land, but all the land in my sect was this color, and this has been the case since ancient times! Besides, it would be useless for the disciples to dye the land black!"

The little turtle's round eyes "purred", nodded suspiciously, and said: "Well, what you said also has some truth! But if this is not dyed black by you, it would be strange! Ancestor, I have lived for so many years, and I can be regarded as well-informed, but I have never heard of soil that will be as black and shiny as your Motu Sect, interesting, interesting!"

Fanmo Ancestor smiled, and said again and again: "Ancestor, you are smiling! Although the blackening of the land of my Motu Sect is not dyed black by us people, but, according to the generations of my Motu Sect, it seems that this is not a natural formation, but is really caused by human changes! However, it seems that the age of this black soil is too long, and it even exceeds the history of my Motu Sect, so that future generations can only guess the reason for it.

Don't hide it from the ancestor, back then, the founding ancestor of my ink soil sect, he once went to investigate the reason for the appearance of ink soil, and even used all means to copy a piece of soil as black as ink soil, but the ancestor spent his whole life back then, and he was never able to copy a copy of the exact same ink soil, let alone find out the reason for the formation of ink soil. However, the ancestor's efforts over the years were not completely useless, but he proved that this ink soil was indeed formed. ”

Hearing this, the little turtle became curious, grabbed a handful of inky black soil on the ground, cultivated it to work, and his divine consciousness was released, and he began to study and explore a grain of sand and soil. However, when the little turtle's divine consciousness probed it, this ink soil seemed to have a certain immunity to the divine consciousness, and even absorbed part of the divine consciousness of the probing.

Fortunately, the little turtle's divine sense is far from being comparable to that of ordinary monks, and after discovering this problem, the little turtle immediately increased the intensity of its divine sense, and even exuded a trace of aura, wanting to use the aura to test this ink soil. But at this moment, the sand and gravel soil seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure of the little turtle's divine sense and aura, and suddenly disappeared without a trace with a "poof".

Come to think of it, the little turtle is now a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Ancient Realm, plus it is originally a holy beast, not to mention this handful of dirt, even if it is an ordinary divine weapon, it can't carry a few hits in front of him!

Fan Mo Ancestor didn't dare to disturb the little turtle, so he had to wait quietly with everyone on the side. And at this moment, Wang Xian, who was following behind Fanmo Ancestor, suddenly came to Fanmo Ancestor's side, his lips moved slightly, and he began to transmit sounds, as if he was asking and prompting something. After hearing his words, Fan Mo Ancestor had a puzzle on his face, and then seemed to remember something, and immediately looked at the little turtle.

"Hmm...... It seems that this ink soil is really a strange existence, it is so fun! Hahaha, if I have time, I must study and study it well! Although this thing is useless, but I feel it, this ink soil has a story, and it has a familiar taste, it seems that I have seen it somewhere!" The little turtle looked at the inky black land in front of him, and couldn't help but say to himself, and then seemed to notice the ancestor of Fanmo on the side, and asked: "Fanmo, what are you doing, have you found the reason?" Why don't you say it quickly, wait for the ancestor to ask! Really, it won't happen at all!"

Fanmo Ancestor smiled, took a few steps forward, and said softly: "Don't hide it from Ancestor, I also forgot about this stubble before, but fortunately, Wang Xian remembered that he had just specially reminded his disciple." It's such an ancestor, although the founding ancestor of my ink soil sect didn't find out the origin of this ink soil, but by coincidence, a wandering refining master from the Xuantian Continent came to the sect and mentioned the origin of this ink soil when he saw it!"

"Oh, Master Refining, does this have anything to do with refining? This is strange, Master, I have never refined weapons, and that half-guy of Xiao Tianzi can't refine any magic weapons at all, so he shouldn't have seen it at all! The little turtle smiled and was immediately interested.

"Ancestor, according to the master refiner, with the strength of an ordinary refiner, it is naturally impossible to make anything abnormal appear in the surrounding land, but if it is a divine weapon that is refined, then it is a different matter! As mentioned before, my Ancestor of the Motu Sect has tried all methods, but his level is limited, although he has tried, he may not be able to get the same result. "Fanmo Ancestor smiled, he was going to sell a pass and wait to go back, and he had to talk while walking.

When the little turtle saw it, he immediately became angry and shouted: "Where are you going? Come back and come back, don't want to leave if you don't speak clearly today! Really, are all the people in your ink soil branch so unqualified? The elders are in front, and they want to leave without saying a word! What do you say is that this god refining weapon has something to do with this ink soil?"

After hearing this, the ancestor smiled embarrassedly and said, "No, that, the disciple wants to talk while walking!...... Don't, Ancestor, the disciple doesn't dare!" Fanmo Ancestor saw that the little turtle was about to hit him, and he was frightened, and quickly hugged his fists and begged for mercy, and then said it in one go: "Actually, it's nothing, it is said that when refining the artifact, because of some characteristics attached to the artifact itself, it will exude a breath to affect the surroundings, and it is a permanent influence, and the specific disciples don't know, after all, I don't know how to refine the weapon!"

"Breath? huh...... It's a miracle! Refine, refine...... Forget it, my head is big when I think about it, let's go, don't care about it, think about it when I have time!" The little turtle saw that his doubts were solved at this time, and suddenly his little paws made a move, beckoning everyone to speed up towards the mountain gate of the Motu Sect.

Seeing this, Fan Mo Ancestor and Wang Xian and the others breathed a sigh of relief, and then happily hugged the little turtle, and immediately went straight to the nearest teleportation array, and they were going straight to the mountain gate through the teleportation array.

An hour later, in front of a tall and majestic mountain peak, after a huge teleportation array of light flickered, two figures walked out first, and it was the little turtle and the ancestor of Fanmo, and behind them were the monks of the Motu Sect and the disciples of the Donglai Sect. In front of the tall and majestic mountain peak is a huge square with a prescription round, and then there is a magnificent and broad mountain gate, next to the mountain gate erects a stele, this stele is actually made of thousands of years of blood jade, up to three zhang, the whole body is thorough, delicate and soft, the three big characters on the pen walk the dragon and snake, it is the three words of "Motuzong".

At this time, he should have received a notice from Fanmo Laozi, and thousands of disciples of the Motu Sect had already knelt down in front of the mountain gate, and these disciples lined up neatly one by one, respectfully clasping their fists towards the little turtle and bowing: "Meet the Seven Evil Ancestors, welcome the Seven Evil Ancestors to inspect the Ink Earth Branch!"

The little turtle nodded slightly, and then walked towards the mountain gate, but suddenly I don't know if it was an illusion, the little turtle actually felt that the jade tablet engraved with "Motu Sect" actually flashed a trace of fluctuation that made it feel jealous. However, when the little turtle wanted to check it, this jade tablet was still just an ordinary piece of jade.

I don't know if it's the illusion of the little turtle, when it stepped into the mountain gate of the Motu Sect, the soil here seemed to be a little darker than the dirt he had seen in the wild before, and he was secretly surprised: "Fanmo, why do I feel that the soil here is a little darker than the soil outside?"

Fan Mo Ancestor waved his hand again and again and said: "Old Ancestor's eyes are like torches, you see it right, the color of the soil here is indeed one percent darker than the color of the soil outside, but if you don't look closely, it's really not easy to detect!"

Entering the mountain gate, it was indispensable for the ancestor of Fanmo to walk around with the little turtle all the way, and personally introduced the little turtle as a tour guide, while Wang Xian and others accompanied Sikong Jun and Wei Yuan to follow behind and introduced, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

In the blink of an eye, a day passed, and the little turtle, under the leadership of the Fan Mo Ancestor, was stunned to visit the mountain gate of the Mo Tu Sect from top to bottom, and even looked at the cultivation places of the outer disciples, and then seemed to be satisfied with the Fan Mo Ancestor to the mountaintop meeting hall.

"Fanmo, I don't know what your plans are in the future?" the little turtle asked quietly, sitting at the head of the council hall.

Fanmo Ancestor hugged his fists and bowed to the little turtle, and said without hesitation: "Ancestor, the disciple naturally chooses to follow Ancestor, and he will never dare to disobey in the slightest!"

"I'm not asking about it, you...... What I'm asking is if you have any beneficial proposals and ideas for the sect! Why are you bragging about it here? Really, I'm so angry with my ancestor, such an old person, and his understanding ability is so poor!" The little turtle suddenly waved his little paws in dissatisfaction and reprimanded.

Fan Mo Ancestor was suddenly embarrassed, and after a smile, he said, "Ancestor...... The disciple will naturally obey the orders of the ancestor in the future, you let me go east, I will definitely not dare to go west! However, if you talk about things that are beneficial to the sect, the disciple thinks that you should first take down the Canghai Sect!" As he spoke, a strange look crossed the eyes of the ancestor of Fanmo!

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(To be continued)