I didn't expect this old turtle to be extremely heavy, Wu Luo is also a monk in the Nine Palace realm now, and above his arms, he has the strength of 10,000 catties, but the old turtle didn't move at all!

He couldn't help but pat his head: yes, the flesh and blood of the old turtle are stronger than steel, and it must be extremely heavy.

Wu Luo laughed: He is also a bull, why do you have to move away? He opened the country of abundance and easily collected the remains of the old turtle.

After using the talisman Gu to search the surrounding underground to make sure that there were no treasures left, Wu Luo climbed up, found a place to sit down, and carefully observed the remains of the old turtle in the land of abundance.

Although the moon and stars have not yet evolved in the country of abundance, the sky is full of divine light and bright. Some details on the old turtle carcass are also reflected.

There are thirty-six tortoise shells in total, exuding a mysterious dark golden color. Although all the limbs were retracted into the tortoise shell, the exposed claws were extremely sharp, and Wu Luo believed that even a rock would be shattered if it was gently grasped by such a claw.

Before, he thought that the old turtle had been poisoned, but after Fu Gu entered the old turtle's body to investigate, he denied this speculation. In the body of the old turtle, except for the toxins contained in the inner pill, there was no sign of poisoning anywhere else.

As for how this old turtle died, he still doesn't understand - even the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness can't figure it out, but he can imagine how weird it is.

There were some strange marks on the tortoise shell, as if something had been worn out for a long time. This discovery surprised Wu Luo very much, the tortoise shell is extremely hard, what can leave such marks when worn?

He looked at it again, and immediately frowned, the marks on the tortoise shell, four zhang long and three zhang wide—exactly the size of the golden coffin in the root whisker cocoon!

Could it be that this trace was left by the golden coffin, which was originally carried by the old turtle and stood on the old turtle's back like a stone tablet?

Wu Luo thinks it's very possible, but this matter is even more weird, what kind of creature is in the golden coffin, even such a powerful old turtle is willing to carry him, and even has been guarding the side, never abandoning until the end of his life?

If this old turtle and camel coffin and the golden coffin are erected like a stone tablet, then the rune of the radiant sun is in the most conspicuous place......

For seven days, Ye Chongluo and the others remained motionless.

Wu Luo drilled into the colorful poisonous miasma during the day, pretending to dig, and went out to meditate and pranayama at night, and practiced Jiulong Swallowing**. The aura on his body has always been as if it were nothing, and it has remained at the same level, so as not to be seen by the ghosts of the ten directions.

Such a lurking day is simply a torment for people like Tuoba. But Wu Luo was very calm, and he didn't even have the idea of searching the surroundings with a talisman Gu.

With this kind of qi cultivation kung fu, even Ye Chongluo and Mo Qianyan couldn't help but nod their heads again and again.

On the night of the eighth day, the sky above the forbidden land of Yanshan was covered with dark clouds, and he could not see his five fingers. Several thick bolts of lightning roared and tore through the night sky, thunder roared, and rain poured down. However, in an hour, a flood was formed in the valley, rushing like a dragon, crashing against the surrounding boulders and ancient trees, destroying and decaying, and unstoppable.

Ye Chongluo and the others were not scattered and surrounded around the big Luo cover. In fact, Ye Chongluo was full of confidence in the big Luo cover and the thirty-six array piles, as long as the ghosts of the ten directions escaped in, they would definitely not be able to get out. Therefore all the people gathered together and chose a shallow pit in the mountains to lie in ambush.

As soon as the flood broke out, it quickly overflowed the shallow pit, and everyone was immediately submerged.

The flood was muddy, and there were all kinds of broken trees and animal carcasses in it, and from time to time something would hit everyone. Everyone didn't dare to hold up spells such as aura shields and seals, so they could only suffer for life, and they couldn't tell how to suffer.

The pouring rain was by no means something that ordinary monks could do, and only then could they see the power of nature. Two hours later, the flood in the valley had reached about ten zhang below Wu Luo's body.

Fortunately, Da Luo Hood can blend into the sky and the earth, and is not affected by weather changes, and the ghosts of the ten directions hidden in the shadows have not seen anything.

Even so, the cunning Ten Directions Ghost Escape still did not come out.

It rained heavily all night, and except for those extremely powerful beasts that could ignore the flood, the beasts below the fourth rank could only flee towards the higher peaks without their lives.

For a time, the top of the mountain became a sought-after treasure land, and countless fierce beasts roared and fought in the torrential rain, blood splattered everywhere, competing for a position on the top of the mountain. From time to time, you can see a behemoth being slapped down from the top of the mountain by a more powerful person, falling into the reckless flood, and being swept away in a whirlwind.

Ye Chongluo and the others were all righteous monks, and they couldn't be said to have a habit of cleanliness, but how could they have been tortured like this? The flood was filthy and smelled of rotten leaves.

Bai Shengzhuo's brows were tightly locked, and Mo Qianyan and Ye Chongluo were a little uncomfortable. Unexpectedly, Gu Muqing looked resolute, allowing the filthy flood to carry rotting leaves over his smooth cheeks, not moving at all, like a statue of a goddess forgotten by the world in the water.

Ye Chongluo was extremely satisfied with his granddaughter, but he was a little unhappy in his heart: It's cheaper than that stinky boy!

He had also hesitated before to calculate Wu Luo's fortune for the second half of his life. But this thought passed away in a flash, and he once calculated the fortune of his son-in-law in the second half of his life, and it turned out that there was a catastrophe hidden in it, Ye Chongluo estimated that his son-in-law would not be able to cross it, so he objected to his daughter being with his son-in-law, but instead drove his daughter away, and the father and daughter did not see each other for decades.

If he deduced that Wu Luo would be in trouble, would he stop Gu Muqing or not?

Thinking of this, Ye Chongluo could only sigh in his heart, the old man decided to be an ostrich this time.

Wu Luo sat cross-legged outside the colorful poisonous miasma, the rain fell heavily, and three feet above his head, he encountered an invisible resistance, and automatically slid away to both sides.

Because the rain was so heavy, it was as if Wu Luo was in a transparent water balloon.

Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier, Wu Luo suddenly felt that something was wrong, and couldn't help but stand up and look into the distance.

Dark clouds and torrential rain poured in. I can't see anything clearly beyond the three zhangs.

"Click" a lightning bolt crossed the night sky, blue electric light from the sky to the ground, smashed down in the flood, knocked out a big crater, splashing water with blue electric light, crackling, strange and beautiful.

Under the reflection of lightning, Wu Luo saw that in the flood, something seemed to be churning, stirring up huge waves.

It's just that the lightning flashed away, and I couldn't see what it was. Judging from the waves, this thing should be not small. An ominous premonition rose in Wu Luo's heart.

He pointed his hand, and the bronze ring of the divine bird made a dingdong, turning into a divine fire phoenix and flying into the sky, its wings spread, the light was generous, and the tail of the eight phoenixes was full of brilliance.

By the light of the fire, I saw that in the roaring flood, there was indeed an unknown murderous creature, hidden under the water, writhing its body from time to time, seemingly inadvertent, but it could set off a monstrous wave dozens of feet high.

(On the shelves at twelve o'clock in the evening, it's finally this time.) For a professional writer like Shi San, the achievement of a book means a year's living expenses. The public version of this book is 270,000 words, far exceeding the current standard of 200,000 words on the public version. This is our hard work under the pressure of traditional publishing, and the speed will definitely be faster after it is put on the shelves, which will affect the sales of traditional Chinese even more, which is a dilemma, but Shi San is an online writer after all, and there is always a feeling that he can't say clearly about the Internet, knowing that electronics hurts traditional Chinese and will lead to a decline in income, or blindly changing electronics, this life may be like this, knowing that some things should not be done like that, but emotionally he can't help but do it. Without further ado, let's leave the gossip to the testimonials on the shelves. Tonight, we will see how the results of this book will be, please subscribe as before, monthly passes, and support!