Holding the whale oil, which was shrouded in the light of the fire and exuding a faint fragrance, he turned back and forth in the West Sea, flying away, and from time to time raising his hand to play a few tricks.

It didn't take much effort, and it had already flown thousands of miles away, and if it had flown straight away, it would have been several times away from Cloud Island. In the end, Ye Zhuo paused at a desert island that had been swept back and forth twice before. The desert island is not large, only a few miles in radius, unlike many other islands with gentle slopes and other things, this small desert island is surrounded by abrupt cliffs. The waves under the cliff rolled and beat against the cliff wall, without a moment's pause, and the wind on the cliff rolled up from time to time, and every time the wind rose, it seemed to sweep everything away. In fact, it is almost the same, at least when Ye Zhuo swept back and forth, he didn't see any trees and grasses on this isolated island, and occasionally a little green appeared between the cracks in the stones, so I don't know how many opportunities and hardships I have gone through, so that it is easy to take root and grow small shrubs.

Such an island is definitely not suitable for human survival, and it is not even possible to rest, but it is suitable for Ye Zhuo at this time. Feeling the direction of the wind in the air, he fell in front of the cliff in the leeward direction. After standing still, he casually put aside the half-melted whale oil in his hand, Ye Zhuo reached into his arms, a more than two zhang long, and there were two small protrusions faintly on the top of his head.

Leaving a little breath in the direction of Liyun Island is just to grasp the traces of that Jindan mid-stage monk, although it is a Jindan method, it is actually a rune when the monk is at the beginning, if he wants to calculate or even kill the other party, relying on those breath marks alone is far from enough, what Ye Zhuo has to do next is the means that he really prepares for the mid-stage Jindan monk.

A light flashed, like a ruler flying sword appeared, with Ye Zhuo's mind moving slightly, the flying sword turned into a boning knife, inserted into the body of the sea snake, a sword light flew up and down, as if the sea snake was completely disintegrated without much effort.

Ye Zhuo himself couldn't look down on it, but these flesh and blood bones full of qi and blood power were rare supplements for the people of Liyun Island, and with a wave of his hand, these things were re-taken and sent into the storage bag with a wave of his hand, leaving only a few long tendons, as Ye Zhuo waved his hand, a firelight swept by, and the faint blood color on the long tendons disappeared along with the smell of blood.

Immediately after that, Ye Zhuo took a few long tendons into his hands, twisted and kneaded them for a while, and when he released them again, the long tendons that were originally thick in his arm had become long threads with only the thickness of hair, and the length of the original was only a few zhang, and it had already extended more than a hundred times.

Stretched out his hand to try the tenacity and strength of the long line in his hand, under the power of the stele and crack the stone, there was still no sign of breaking, Ye Zhuo nodded with satisfaction, and then took an irregular bone hook from the ground, which was also left on the sea snake, and tied it firmly with the end of the long tendon and thin line.

If someone who likes to fish sees it, they will see that although the proportions are really a little mismatched, what Ye Zhuo picked up in his hand was a fishing line and a fishing hook.

It doesn't matter if it's good-looking or not, it's okay to use it, a flick, the bone hook is put on the whale oil that is still shrouded in the firelight, and then flies away dozens of zhang, and falls vertically, after getting acquainted, there is a faint sound in the rolling waves that only a monk like Ye Zhuo can hear.

Although the fishing work is not as skilled as hunting, Ye Zhuo is definitely not a stranger, he tried it when he was on Liyun Island at the beginning, and later when he sailed thousands of miles across the West Sea, he used fishing rods to catch all kinds of seafood.

It is still fishing in front of him, but he has reached the realm of Jindan, but it has taken so much effort, and it is a line rubbing and hooking and bait, and then he is off the line, obviously what Ye Zhuo wants to catch is not any fish, turtles, shrimps and crabs, Ye Zhuo wants to catch only one kind of prey, the eight-eyed tarantula that is a specialty of the West Sea like the tiger-headed giant whale.

As a monk, the prey to be caught is different from the past, when fishing, there is no need to be as before, but also to keep an eye on it, for fear that if you don't pay attention, you will be swallowed by the prey that has been hooked but get out, the bone hook tendon line and even the piece of whale oil bait have the mark left by Ye Zhuo, that is, in the rolling waves, Ye Zhuo can also clearly sense every trace of their movement.

"What Ling'er heard is really right, this is the bait. ”

The hard work that had just taken so much effort was not in vain, and it was not long before he threw it off, through the mark he left, Ye Zhuo sensed that there was movement at the bait of the bone hook under the water, and in the muttering in his mouth, Ye Zhuo raised his hand and began to start the line.

"So lucky?" There is no need to slow down and tighten like fishing in the early years, although it is not good at prohibiting one, but there are still means to arrange small means to restrain a sea beast that is not even a demon beast, and soon, after the fishing line was constantly dragged out of the water by Ye Zhuo, the prey hanging on the bone hook also showed its shape, and there were circles on its back, just like eyeballs, which was the eight-eyed tarantula that Ye Zhuo wanted. What surprised Ye Zhuo a little was that during a fishing, there were two eight-eyed tarantulas fished, and then took a closer look, Ye Zhuo couldn't help but laugh dumbly, it turned out that he had disturbed other people's good things, this pair of eight-eyed tarantulas were making small tarantulas, but they were attracted by the smell of tiger head whale whale oil and turned into a bunch of bitter mandarin ducks.

"It's better at both ends. With a word, Ye Zhuo pressed out, and the long legs that were dancing wildly immediately froze, and then Ye Zhuo probed out another divine thought, straight into the minds of the two eight-eyed tarantulas.

The majesty of the Jindan monk is not something that the two sea beasts can withstand, the two sea beasts are extremely nervous, and they still don't dare to move indiscriminately, they are unwilling, and they only start to spit out the silk thread according to Ye Zhuo's domineering order, which is different from the spider silk that is usually seen, the silk thread spit out by the eight-eyed tarantula is brilliant gold, if it is taken to the mortal world, it may be able to be used as a golden thread to deceive many people.

The golden eight-eyed tarantula spider silk was what Ye Zhuo really needed and wanted to use to calculate that mid-stage Jindan monk.

These are all things that Fox Ling'er casually mentioned when she encountered the giant whale water column before, including that although the eight-eyed tarantula is not enough to use the spider silk of the demon beast, including the West Sea tiger-headed giant whale whale oil is the deep-sea eight-eyed tarantula's favorite delicacy. It's just that the two of them didn't have much interest in giant whales and eight-eyed tarantulas at that time, and they didn't have absolute strength, and the most important thing was that the use of eight-eyed tarantulas was relatively out-of-the-way, and the cultivation of the two of them at that time was useless, and they naturally didn't have so much leisure to hunt the tiger-headed giant whale in the West Sea, collect whale oil, and then bother to catch the eight-eyed spider.

If it weren't for the fact that he sensed that mid-stage Jindan monk here, if he hadn't just seen the movement of the water column spewing out of the tiger-headed giant whale just now, Ye Zhuo might not have immediately remembered this matter and planned directly with it.

Now there is no need to say that, the tiger head giant whale whale oil is really as Fox Ling'er said, it is very attractive to the eight-eyed tarantula, but whether the eight-eyed tarantula is really so mysterious, whether it can really affect a mid-stage Jindan monk, it needs to be further verified to know, as for the impact at that time, even if there is an impact, but whether the impact is as big as he wants, Ye Zhuo is even less confident, after all, Fox Ling'er himself has not seen it with his own eyes, and he only occasionally heard it from others, or heard it through Hu Jiu'er's ears。

However, even if it is not as powerful as Hu Ling'er said at that time, it is only half of the level, and today's things are promising.

Seeing that the golden thread spider silk he spit out was enough, Ye Zhuo didn't go to embarrass the two hard-working mandarin ducks anymore, and when he loosened them, he also waved away the prohibition on the whale oil he had left.

Ignoring the two eight-eyed tarantulas who rushed to swallow the tiger-headed giant whale whale oil, they left happily and hurriedly, after Ye Zhuo put away the golden thread in his hand, he sat down quietly on the edge of the cliff, urging the skill to restore the true yuan spirit is secondary, and sensing the little imprints left by his own front is the most important thing.

Although it is just some forbidden runes that do not enter the stream, it is far from being able to match Ye Zhuo's Jindan monk, but it is by no means any sea beast that can be moved lightly, at least it must enter the rank, and the demon beast with the demon yuan has that strength, if it is in other places, such as the Southern Heaven Domain or the Southern Wilderness Realm, Ye Zhuo's arrangement will not be of much use, but in the West Sea, where the spirit of heaven and earth is scarce, especially in this sea area that is only thousands of miles away from Cloud Island, it is enough. When he was still fishing for the eight-eyed tarantula before, Ye Zhuo had already sensed that there were several marks that had moved, except for the mid-stage Jindan monk, there would be no other possibilities, it was not so coincidental, it happened that other monks also appeared at this time.

Originally, I didn't think that the other party would follow the breath all the way to him, I didn't have that leisure, and I didn't have that time, and after sensing the movement of the two marks one after another, I found that the other party actually left far away, I don't know if I found the wrong way, or the mid-stage Jindan monk chose to be cautious because of some scruples, or when he also had a different mind, Ye Zhuo got up.

The most recent movement just now is a hundred miles away, and the one that is a little farther away is only two hundred miles away, with Ye Zhuo's strength now, if he urges the wind and thunder wings with all his strength, it is just a few flashing things, of course, Ye Zhuo is not so careless, no matter how confident he is, in the face of a monk in the middle of Jindan, there should still be preparations, but even if the speed is much slower, the distance of two hundred miles is only a few dozen breaths.

As a pair of wind and thunder wings flapped, between the light wind and thunder, Ye Zhuo turned into a streamer and crossed the sky, and soon came to the place where there was a last breath imprint fluctuation.

"Hmm? I'm really planning to calculate the master. Slowing down, looking at the distance where there was nothing abnormal on the surface, a hint of cunning flashed on Ye Zhuo's face.