Chapter 1 The Little Snail Blows Trick Blow

Full moon.

The sea is surprisingly calm, with the occasional breeze sparkling through it.

On the white sand beach, countless clams, clams, and oysters are lying flat and basking in the moonlight.

The old turtle crawls forward calmly, while the thief devours the shellfish along the way......

Zhang Ning looked back at the West and sighed with emotion: "The straight-line distance is not far...... Did you walk me before?"

The old turtle flicked his head and spit out a bunch of shells like spitting out the skin of melon seeds, and smiled shyly:

"Terran monk is not strange, well, I don't know which side Your Excellency worked for before, so naturally I want to observe more......"

"So seeing that I was almost killed by the demons, this is really relieved?"

The old turtle smiled proudly: "You can also say that, well. ”

Then he scooped up a scallop with a pot lid in the sand: "The most sensitive scallop clan hasn't run away yet, it seems that the situation hasn't completely collapsed!"

"The demonic mist pushes flat from the bottom of the sea to the shore, and the back path is cut off! Where can they run if they want to run?" Zhang Ning was quite unimpressed, "Can they still urgently evolve their limbs to develop ashore?"

"The Terran monks don't know, well, the scallop demon clan has brought its own natural skill since the birth of Zhangzi Island-Schrödinger miracle, well, it can disappear without a trace when it needs to disappear! ”

As if to confirm the old turtle's words, the big scallop disappeared without a trace before the words were spoken......

It's really a big demon world!

...... Therefore, the ignorant people in Zhang Ning's world always look at the things they don't understand with a lonely and unheard eye, and viciously slander the conscience of the enterprise!

"That's okay," Zhang Ning was full of ambition, "Let's go to the sea, right?"

"Don't be impatient," the old turtle smiled, "I still have some personal matters to deal with, old turtle." ”

With that, he dug a hole in the sand with his hind legs and poked his tail in.

Zhang Ning was sincerely surprised--he ate too much shellfish and seafood and ate bad stomachs?Does the demon clan also need to? Did he secretly in the Qiankun treasure snail before?!!

After more than a dozen breaths, the old turtle lifted its tail easily and filled the white sand that had been picked up before into the pit.

At a glance, Zhang Ning saw a pit of white ping-pong balls...... He's laying eggs?!! he's laying eggs!!

Is the old turtle actually a female? A turtle dances in the air, and Ann can tell that I am a male and a female???

No wonder it was so edible before, it turned out to be a turtle pregnant woman!!

He'd been sitting on the back of a female turtle before, and these eggs were ...... 😨

"Terran cultivators, don't panic," the old turtle saw Zhang Ning's doubts, and explained with relief, "The number of the Dancing Bamboo Clan is scarce, and there is no distinction between male and female, as long as you eat enough types and enough amount of monster flesh and blood, you can breed the next generation." ”

That is...... Absorb enough gene fragments, and then you can reproduce automatically? It is worthy of the demon world! Such a breeding method without scientific basis can be evolved!

Zhang Ning looked at the eggless and light old turtle, and said with a smile: "Then, can we go to the sea now?"

The old turtle looked at the volute hanging on Zhang Ning's neck with a look of hope: "Old turtle, my demon yuan has a huge loss, I have to go back to the Qiankun Treasure Snail World to rest first!"

......

Three days later.

The hastily buried sand pit shook twice and then swirled and collapsed, and thousands of walnut-sized turtles emerged from the pit.

Each baby turtle has a few tender bamboo shoots growing on its back, which is emerald and crystalline.

The thorny conch on the white sand beach has blown a sonorous melody, and countless clams and clams open and close with their double shells, rushing towards the baby turtles with the rhythm of the conch......