Chapter 619: Seven Star Island, Mysterious Turtle

Chapter 619: Seven Star Island, Mysterious Turtle

Master Ku's complexion changed, his shoulders shook slightly, and the gray-white ghostly aura turned into a giant python as thick as a yellow barrel.

In a blink of an eye, the time for a cup of tea passed, and the iron pillar was still unshakable.

This time, not only the faces of the two juniors in the Condensation Stage were miserable, but Master Ku, the old monster in the Nascent Soul Stage, also began to thump in his heart.

Why is the restriction so powerful, is it possible that I will be trapped to death after traveling all my life?

"Elder, don't worry, let's slowly discuss how to break this restriction." The monk surnamed Geng forced a happy face and said with a dry smile.

"Yes, Master Ku, there is always a way." The woman in red also chimed in. Although they didn't like the old monster, they were now grasshoppers on a rope. Even the monks in the early stage found it difficult, and they naturally had no hope of breaking out of the ban.

Master Ku's face was extremely ugly, he ignored the kindness of the two, and with a soft reprimand, he sacrificed the bone stick of the wronged soul.

The ghost is indistinct, and it is about to hit like a ban.

"Hmph, depending on you, a monk in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, wants to get out of this bundle of fairy prisons. It's just wishful thinking."

Just at this moment, some deep voices sounded, with a sense of sarcasm.

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

Master Ku's face was full of anger, but his heart was pounding. The space was only more than a hundred feet long. He had already scanned it with his spiritual sense, but he obviously didn't find any living things.

"Hmph, don't bother to search, with your cultivation base, you still can't see through the old man's illusion." It was still the same voice just now, slowly.

Hearing the provocative words of the other party, Master Ku rolled his eyes, but the anger on his face restrained.

"Fellow Daoist, why bother to play tricks, you are also trapped here, if you have a way to get out, why would you still stay here, why don't you come out, you and I are in the same boat together."

The voice stopped abruptly and fell silent. Master Ku was not in a hurry, but secretly released all his consciousness.

I saw that the small lake that was originally calm was suddenly rippling, and even though there was no wind, a huge wave several feet high was set off.

Then, in the center of the lake, a huge whirlpool appeared.

An astonishing demonic aura emanated from it...

"Oh my god, what is this!" the woman in red covered her mouth and exclaimed.

"Mysterious turtle? No...impossible, why is it so big, and its coercion." The face of the man surnamed Geng was also full of disbelief.

On the vortex, a stone turtle several feet in size stood looking forward, arrogant and arrogant, and judging from the monster aura on it, it was clearly in the middle stage of transformation.

Even Master Ku was shocked. Although he also guessed that the monsters in this water prison were not trivial, he never expected that their cultivation was even better than his own.

Especially Xuangui... This is too outrageous!

As we all know, monsters absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and they can also cultivate and advance.

However, just like monks have different spiritual root aptitudes, monsters have different levels of difficulty in cultivation due to their different bloodlines.

Take the peacock as an example, as a descendant of the ancient divine bird, it took only a few hundred years from birth to transformation.

You must know that the lifespan of the monster race is much longer than that of humans. For them, hundreds of years are just a flick of a finger.

But more monster races, not to mention hundreds of years, even tens of thousands of years of cultivation, cannot cross the threshold of the transformation stage, and before that, they have exhausted their lifespan. After all, monster races cannot last forever. Longevity, in other words, is limited to differences in bloodlines. Unless there is a special opportunity, many monster races will not be able to reach the fourth level in their lifetime.

And the black tortoise is not a descendant of a divine beast. On the contrary, its bloodline is ridiculously low. If you use the situation of a monk as a metaphor, it is equivalent to having no spiritual roots.

Both Master Ku and the two monks at the Condensation Stage are well-informed, but they have never heard of a second-order Xuangui, let alone the Transformation Stage is so outrageous, is it a mistake?

The faces of the three were full of surprise, and they released their consciousness again, looking up and down at the monster in front of them, it was indeed in the middle stage of transformation.

"Don't worry about it, my ancestor is indeed a fourth-level demon cultivator." The black turtle raised its head, and its voice was deep and deep.

Then with a flash of inspiration, its body began to mutate, shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the tortoise shell shrank into its body. When the inspiration subsided, an ugly but very strong man appeared in front of the three of them. .

"Fellow Daoist is really a black turtle?" Although seeing is believing, Master Ku's expression at this time is still unbelievable.

"Hmph, it's true."

"That's really rare. It seems that fellow Taoists are either gifted, or have some kind of celestial karma." Facing a demon clan in the mid-transformation stage, even Master Ku dared not show the slightest arrogance. The monks in the condensing period saluted quickly and respectfully.

"Fellow Daoist, you don't need to inquire about the details of this old man. To tell you the truth, I don't have any special chance, but I live longer than others of the same kind." The turtle demon grinned and said with a faint smile.

Everyone only knew that among the monster race, the mysterious turtle was a very trashy kind, but they didn't know that although this kind of monster had low aptitude, it also had an advantage, that is, it could live for a long time.

The lifespan of the monster race is different from that of the monks. It does not increase with the growth of cultivation base, but it is determined according to the race, as soon as they are born.

Usually ranging from thousands of years to tens of thousands of years!

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

Of course, this is an ideal state. Just imagine, a mere first-rank monster clan with extremely poor qualifications. In the world of cultivating immortals where the jungle is prey to the jungle, it belongs to the bottom of the food chain. If it can live for hundreds of years, it will burn high incense. Naturally, there is no chance to advance.

However, the one in front of him is different. In this closed space, the water prison completely isolated from the outside world has become its safe haven. There are no natural enemies, no danger, and it can practice without distraction.

Although the aptitude is poor, time can make up for it. Millions of years have passed, and finally a miracle that has never been seen in the world of cultivating immortals has been achieved.

Metamorphosis black turtle!

After the completion of cultivation, this monster is naturally unwilling to live in a water prison, and wants to go outside. However, although this bundle of fairy prisons is not as mysterious as the name says, it is indeed the place where Yuxuanzong imprisoned repeat offenders. The monk was imprisoned here. Although this mysterious tortoise is not low in Taoism, there is no way to get out of it.

And coincidentally, the three guys from Jianyou Palace were teleported here.

Naturally, there is no harmony between the monks and the demon clan, but everyone's cooperation seems to be the only hope.

"Oh, it turns out that Fellow Daoist grew up here, so the old man still wants to ask where is this place?" Master Ku clasped his fists, and wanted to inquire about the news with a pleasant face.