On the edge of Xiao Ling'er's giant turtle's back, Mu Bai's clone stood proudly, raising his arm and swinging. Eight and one Chinese ??? .?8 (VIII)

The white light flashed, and the Desolate Spirit Rod was tossed, and the fishing line soared into the air, piercing through the defensive shield, through the void, and falling into the endless weak water.

The line of white light travels through the weak water, and in an instant it is no longer visible.

Gu Ling'er naturally recognized this thing, and her heartbeat increased, so she did not approach the former, but watched quietly.

Xiao Ling'er once followed the ancestor of the ancient clan, and followed the ancestor of the ancient spirit clan, so naturally she also knew this pole, and she knew the power of this pole, so she held her breath and looked forward to it quietly.

Mu Bai clone held the handle of the desolate spirit rod in his hand, sat down slowly, looked at the dark and lightless weak water, his divine thoughts scattered, entered the shaft, and quickly went up the shaft, entering the white light fishing line.

As the line progresses, so does the mind.

The power of weak water is endless, but the magic is that it can't stop the fishing line of the desolate spirit rod, even if it is the Mu Bai clone divine thought attached to the fishing line, it does not feel the slightest coercion.

Moving with the desolate spirit rod with divine thoughts, this is what Mu Bai's clone did out of a whim. When the mind moved, he followed, although he could only spread a distance of ten zhang with the fishing line as the center, but it was already very content for Mu Bai's clone.

It is said that this desolate spirit rod is worthy of being a treasure in the hands of the ancestor of the ancient clan, and it seems that the fishing line is not long, but at this moment, it is thrown into the water, and the fishing line seems to have no end, and it rushes frantically to the depths of the weak water.

On the back of Xiao Ling'er's spirit turtle, Mu Bai held the desolate spirit rod in his hand and sat with a smile.

Time passed minute by minute, and an hour passed in an instant.

Mu Bai's clone still sat with a smile, holding the desolate spirit rod in his hand, waiting quietly.

One day, two days, three days......

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed.

On the back of the spirit turtle, even if ten years have passed, Mu Bai's clone has not changed at all, and it is still the same.

Gu Linger must be a strong man, and he seemed particularly calm and at ease, sitting on one side, quietly watching. But Xiao Ling'er seemed a little anxious, and from time to time she turned back to the turtle and looked at Mu Bai's clone, but she didn't gain anything, except for sighing heavily, there was nothing she could do.

Time passes, and it never stops because of someone or something, and even immortals find it difficult to make time stand still. However, it is rumored that there are powerful monks who can turn back time and even make time stand still.

Ten days, twenty days, one month, two months......

Soon, a year passed.

On the back of the spirit turtle, Mu Bai's clone still sat indifferently, but this sitting was a full year, not to mention that Xiao Ling'er was extremely anxious, even Gu Ling'er became anxious.

When another year passed, Gu Linger finally couldn't hold back, even if she was a powerhouse in the Realization Period, she had never seen anyone fishing for such a long time.

Slowly getting up, he wanted to approach Mu Bai's clone.

"Don't move!"

Suddenly, a divine thought came from the beginning.

Gu Linger's delicate body trembled slightly, glanced at Mu Bai's clone, and then sat down cross-legged again, waiting for him to get up.

Time passed again, and this time Xiao Ling'er and Gu Ling'er were no longer anxious and began a long wait.

Time flies, fleeting.

Ten years, counting from the time Mu Bai's clone sat on the back of the spirit turtle and swung his club, a full ten years have passed.

For ten years, he had been sitting like that, holding the barren spirit rod in his hand, with a face on his face, and the white light fishing line penetrated deep into the weak water.

Ten years later, I don't know where the fishing line has gone.

On this day, the smile on Mu Bai's doppelganger's face suddenly froze, and then he showed a look of ecstasy. I saw that his hand holding the desolate spirit rod tightened slightly, and his divine thoughts surged out like a tide.

At this moment, the divine thoughts have already penetrated into the deepest part of the weak water, if you have to use a number to measure, I am afraid that only Sun Monkey's 108,000 miles can describe it.

Originally, with Mu Bai's cultivation, whether it was a deity or a clone, it was impossible for his divine thoughts to spread so far. However, what is miraculous this time is that because of the fishing line of the desolate spirit rod, it not only goes deep into the weak water, but also reaches the bottom of the weak water.

It was a dark space, a space where there was nothing but weak water.

A fishing line, an extremely thin, light-like fishing line appeared in this space, becoming the only light in the room.

Endless coercion ripples in this space, as if it contains the power of heaven and earth, and even more so as to have the power of the sky.

In such a space, even if a strong person in the Truth Stage comes, he will be suppressed to pieces.

Only those who have truly penetrated into this space, or who have seen the power of this space, can manifest themselves, and in such a space, there will never be any living beings.

Mu Bai's clone divine thought was attached to the fishing line, although it had penetrated deep into the bottom of the weak water, but the fishing line did not stay, and still swam slowly.

Seeing the scene within ten zhang of the fishing line, Mu Bai was shocked in his body and mind, and thought secretly: "How can there be any living beings in such a world! ”

A trace of loss rose in my heart, and I felt that this god and demon well might not be as magical as I imagined.

The fishing line is leisurely, swimming around the bottom of the weak water, and there is no intention of stopping at all.

Suddenly, a black light, a black light that seemed extremely bright in the darkness, flickered in the distance, and quickly approached the fishing line.

In a few breaths, the black light reached the range of ten zhang of the fishing line.

When Mu Bai's clone Shennian saw the black light clearly, he was so shocked that he almost threw away the desolate spirit rod.

Oh my God, where is the black light, it's just a little boy who emits black light. A little boy who was naked and spewing black light.

The little boy stopped at ten feet of the fishing line, and his eyes were exceptionally bright in the dark, staring at the fishing line, staring at the hook at the end of the line, revealing fanaticism. Licking his mouth gently, he swallowed his saliva and muttered, "It's so fragrant, it's so fragrant." ”

Slowly lifted, looked up along the fishing line, and continued to mutter: "The breath of the ancestor, this is the breath of the ancestor, as long as I devour and refine it, I can achieve an extraordinary body, and I can reproduce the power of the ancestor." ”

swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the light in his eyes was even stronger, he smiled, and said, "Baby, I'll come too!"

As soon as the words fell, a black light turned into a black light, and in an instant, he swept ten zhang away, and without using his hands, he bit the hook in one bite, and quickly swallowed the fishing line into his stomach.

In the blink of an eye, I saw that he not only swallowed the fishhook and fishing line into his abdomen, but even the divine thoughts attached to the fishing line attached to Mu Bai's clone also swallowed it into his body.

On the back of the spirit turtle, Mu Bai's clone was still sitting as before, and he hardly moved for ten years.

Suddenly, I heard him shout, and he got up and raised his arm to raise the pole.

I saw that the desolate spirit rod was lifted high, and the shaft of the rod was bent down quickly, and it was bent into a crescent moon in an instant, and the fishing line was stretched straight.

The fishing line trembled violently and roared.

The roar sounded, like bursts of fairy music, echoing in the defensive cover sacrificed by Xiao Ling'er, which made people listen to it and feel refreshed.

Thundered......

The barren spirit rod is bent, the fishing line is straight, but the weak water is surging wildly, and the sound is like thunder, as if the weak water is about to go up against the sky and be broken.

"Brother!"

"Childe!"

Gu Ling'er and Xiao Ling'er exclaimed at the same time, and then they were silent at the same time, looking at the former with worried faces.

Mu Bai's clone stood on the back of the spirit turtle, his feet one after the other, the strength of his physical body was urged to the extreme, and his internal cultivation was even more instantaneously urged, and all the power gathered and stayed on his legs to stabilize his body.

Holding the barren spirit rod in his hand, he lifted the shaft upwards little by little, and the fishing line also retracted on its own little by little.

This is worthy of being the treasure in the hands of the ancestor of the ancient clan, and even the fishing line will retract by itself as long as it is caught.

At this moment, in the depths of the weak water, the little boy known as the ancient baby raised his hands and slammed the white light fishing line, and even wanted to bite off the fishing line with his teeth.

Unfortunately, not only did he not be able to bite off the fishing line, but he was firmly locked by the hook that entered the belly. And the fishing line, like a psychic, retracted quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the line was halfway back.

Gu Ying began to panic, with a white light fishing line in his mouth, and begged: "The ancestor spares his life, the ancestor spares his life, it is Gu Ying's greed." Gu Ying was wrong, Gu Ying was wrong, the ancestor gave me a chance, I didn't dare anymore. ”

Right now, he was completely panicked, and he had even forgotten that the ancestor of the ancient clan had already fallen for endless years.

Pleading, roaring, roaring......

When all the methods were exhausted, there was still no way to break free, and later, Gu Ying's voice became hoarse, and tears flowed from his bright eyes.

All this, naturally, could not escape the divine thought attached to the fishing line by Mu Bai's clone. Although he saw everything clearly, he still didn't let go of the barren spirit rod.

Standing on the back of the spirit turtle, as stable as Mount Tai, the desolate spirit rod in his hand is raised higher and higher.

Soon, when the Desolate Spirit Rod was lifted to a certain high bottom, the white light fishing line that penetrated deep into the weak water made a soft whistling sound.

When the light whistle started, I saw Mu Bai's clone wave his arms, and with a bang, he put the fishing line into the defensive cover.

At the end of the fishing line, Gu Ying was lying on the back of the spirit turtle, panting, pleading with tears, and didn't even dare to raise his head.

"What is this?" Gu Linger exclaimed, Rao was so well-informed that she couldn't tell the difference at the moment.

Xiao Ling'er was even more turtle probing, staring at Gu Ying with her eyes and looking at Gu Ying suspiciously.

"This is the spirit of the god and demon well!" Mu Bai Fenfeng held the desolate spirit rod in his hand and laughed.

"Huh?"

When Gu Ying heard the voices of Mu Bai's clone with Gu Ling'er and Xiao Ling'er, he pouted lightly and raised his head. Tears were still hanging on his face, and the hook and line were still in his body, but he laughed.

He stood up, crossed his hands on his hips, and roared angrily: "Where did the wild boy come from, he actually dared to break into my Gu Ying's territory, and he couldn't find death?"

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, glanced at Xiao Ling'er, and said coldly: "You were originally a weak spirit turtle in my well, and today you actually dare to help the abuse, and you want to scatter your soul?"

Hearing this, Xiao Ling'er's huge body trembled.

"Gu Ying! Yes, that's a nice name, but it seems that you have forgotten your current situation!" Mu Bai said with a smile on his face.