Tempered Immortal

Master Bitter's face changed and his shoulders shook slightly. The grey white ghost fantasized into a giant python with a thick yellow barrel. He was very stubborn and burst into the iron column for a bite.

Turning a blind eye, the time for a cup of tea has passed, and the pole is still not shaken.

This time, not only did the younger generations of the cotton phase look miserable, but the old monster of the bitter master began to beat the drums.

What kind of restraint is so powerful that you want to be trapped all your life?

“Elder, don't worry, we'll talk slowly about how to break this ban.” Brother Geng had a strong face and smiled dry.

“Yeah, Master Bitter, there's always a way.” The women in red are also helping each other. Although they have no fondness for the old monster, they are now grasshoppers on a rope. The dungeon looks really weird, even the Yuan Baby Brothers feel tricky, and they naturally have no hope of breaking the ban.

The master of bitterness looked unbearable, ignored the good intentions of the two men, scolded them with a whisper, and sacrificed the unjust soul man's stick.

Haunted enough to fight like forbidden.

“Humph, with you, an early monk of Yuan Baby, who also wants to get out of this fairy prison, is just delusional. ”

It was at that time that a somewhat low voice sounded, with irony.

“What kind of maniac dares to mess with his husband? ”

Master Bitter's face was full of anger, but his heart beat a drum. The space was nothing more than a hundred characters. He had swept it with his mind and had not found any creatures.

“Hmm, don't bother searching, with your fix, you can't even see my husband's illusion.” Still that voice, Slow Slow Slow Sly.

After listening to each other's tease, Master Bitter's eyes turned and the anger on his face was curtailed.

“Why did Daoyou make Xuanyi false? You are also stuck here. If you have a way out, how can you stay here? Why don't you show up and you and I can help each other? ”

The sound stopped, silenced, but the Master of Suffering was not in any hurry, yet secretly, all the gods were released.

Seeing the calm little lake, the ripples suddenly swung and there was no wind, but a huge wave of height was launched.

Then, at the center of the lake, a big swirl emerged.

Amazing demons spreading from inside...

“Oh, my God, what is this!” The women in red are shouting in disguise.

“Turtle? No... Impossible, how big, and its pressure.” Geng's face is also full of unbelievable colors.

Only on the swirl, a number of large stone turtles looked forward to standing proud for a lifetime, and from the demonic smell of his body, the distinction had reached the middle of the morphology.

The master of bitterness was also astonished, although he also guessed that the monster in the tank was quite small, he did not expect to win more than his own cultivation.

Especially the turtle... this is outrageous!

It is well known that demonic beasts absorb the essence of heaven and earth and can also cultivate and advance.

However, just as monks have different spiritual qualities, demonic beasts have different ethnic bloodlines, so does the difficulty of cultivating advanced grades.

For peacocks, as descendants of ancient divine birds, the period from birth to molding is only a few hundred years of light and shade.

You know, demons live a lot longer than humans, and hundreds of years for them is just a flick of a finger.

But more demons, let alone hundreds of years, even tens of thousands of years of repair, will not be able to cross the threshold of the transformation period, before they have run out of life, after all, demons cannot live forever, in other words, limited to differences in blood, unless there is a special opportunity, many demons, all their lives, will not reach the fourth order.

And the turtle is not a descendant of any beast. On the contrary, his blood line is incredibly low. If you use a metaphor for the case of a monk, it is tantamount to no spiritual root.

Whether Master Bitter or two Gedan brothers meet a wide range of people, but the second-degree turtle has never heard of it, not to mention the outrageous shape period, is it a mistake?

The three faces were full of suspicious colors, releasing their consciousness, and weighing the monsters in front of them up and down, was indeed true in the medium term.

“No need to look, Ben Ancestor is indeed a four-stage demon cultivator.” The turtle raised his head high and his voice was low and heavy.

Then the light flashed and his body began to mutate, shrinking at the visible speed of the naked eye, even the tortoise shell shrunk into the body, when the light converged, an ugly but very strong man appeared in front of the three people.

“Is Daoyou really a turtle?” Though the eyes are true, the expression of the Master of Suffering is still unbelievable.

“Hmm, like a fake bag change. ”

“That's rare. It looks like Daoist is either talented, or has something else to offer.” In the face of the intermediate demonic race, the master of bitterness did not dare to show any pride, and the other two brothers of the cottage period hurried to pay a respectful tribute.

“Daoyou don't have to look into the details of my husband, to tell you the truth, I don't have any special occasion, I just live longer than the rest of my kind.” The tortoise demon grinned at the corner of his mouth like a smile.

The people only know that among the demons, the turtle belongs to a very garbage type, but they do not know that this monster, although poorly qualified, also has an advantage and lives for a very long time.

Unlike monks, the life expectancy of demons does not increase as cultivation grows, but is determined by race as soon as it is born.

Usually from thousands to tens of thousands of years!

And this turtle can easily live for over a million years.

Of course, this is an ideal state. Imagine, the demonic race at the first level of the district, which belongs to the very poor qualifications. In the immortal realm of weak meat fortification, which belongs to the lowest level of the food chain, it can live for hundreds of loads and burn high fragrances, and naturally there is no chance of progress.

However, in this enclosed space, completely isolated from the outside world, this one is its comfort zone, free from natural enemies, free from dangers and free from distractions.

Poor qualifications, but time can make up for it. Millions of years later, the fairy world has finally achieved an unprecedented miracle.

Shape-shaped turtle!

After being repaired, the monster was naturally unwilling to live in the water jail and wanted to go outside. However, although the immortal jail did not have as many names as Xuanzhong, it was indeed the place where Yu Xuanzong was holding a repeat offender. There were former monks in Yuanbao who were confined here. Although the law was not low, the Xuanzhou tortoise also had no way out of poverty.

And by chance, three guys from Sword Palace were transferred here.

There is naturally no harmony between the monks and the monks, but cooperation seems to be the only hope.

“Oh, so this is where Taoist friends grow up, and the old man has to ask me where this place is?” Master Bitter hugged his fist, and Yan Yue tried to pry into the news. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)