After everything was properly disposed of, Liu Zhaocai swam to the side of the big sea turtle that had been watching for a long time, and gently stroked the uneven hard shell of the turtle.

"You have to be a thousand years old, right?" According to the records of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect Jade Jian, Liu Zhao could see the age of this turtle from its size.

The big turtle nodded frequently, and its eyes full of spirit showed a gentle look in the soft glow of the seven-colored veil.

"I'll call you Grandpa Turtle!" Liu Zhao tried to communicate with the turtle: "How did you get into trouble with the ghost cultivators? ”

The big sea turtle looked at Liu Zhao's beautiful seven-colored fishtail and graceful figure wrapped in seven-colored yarn, and its eyes were a little dazed.

Liu Zhao, who often communicates with Dahua with eye contact, seems to see the turtle's hesitation, she smiles slightly, and in the seven-color halo, the smile is extraordinarily soft.

"Grandpa Turtle, I am a descendant of the ancient water god, so if I learn the water nature, we can be regarded as a clan!" Liu Zhao placed his hand with the Nine-Colored Heavenly Water Pill on the turtle's head, and a trace of pure water aura from the primeval entered its body from the top of its head.

The turtle's eyes widened in surprise, and it suddenly accepted the gift from heaven as if in a dream. In the eyes full of spirituality, confusion dissipates and is replaced by gratitude and trust.

"The god of water is above, please be worshiped by the old turtle!" The turtle suddenly opened its mouth to speak, and knocked its huge head on the ground.

"Grandpa Turtle, I'm not happy that you have so many courtesies!" Liu Zhao has never been accustomed to any living being like this to herself, and in her cognition, as long as there is a kind soul, she should be respected.

"Please also ask the water god to forgive the old turtle for being rude just now, the little old man was deceived by these ghost cultivators!" The turtle looked up, its eyes full of sadness.

In the turtle's narrative, Liu Zhao learned the ins and outs of the matter.

It turns out that there is indeed a secret place in the depths of this trench. It was thousands of years ago, the Huaxia Water Palace guarded the burial place of the dragon, and it was called the place of the dragon mound.

Later, due to the fact that Huaxia's cultivation resources were almost exhausted, this heaven and earth became a space abandoned by the gods. However, the dragon mound was not removed, but only a group of water tribes were left to guard the secret realm here.

Thousands of years have passed, and the only descendants of the remaining aquatic tribes are this large sea turtle and a merman.

For thousands of years, turtles and sharks have been at ease in this deep sea, although lonely.

However, just a few days ago, the merman went to other seas to play, and met Xiao Quanchun, a ghost cultivator who had just come out of the country of R, and a wave of his eight strange snakes.

The merman, who had no scheming, saw that the Eight Strange Snake named Yilang was not only comparable to his own cultivation, but also quite friendly, so he befriended them without defense.

In fact, Xiao Quanchun's purpose in directing the big snake to approach the merman was just to get the merman fish oil and offer it to them the totem of the Sun Worship Cult, the goddess of heaven.

So, that Xiao Quanchun took advantage of the merman's unpreparedness and suddenly killed the merman. However, although the merman has no scheming, he is an old demon who has cultivated for thousands of years.

In the end, the demon spirit of the merman was able to escape and ran back to the old turtle to warn it. Because Xiao Quanchun had already learned the secret of the Dragon Mound Ruins from the shark man's mouth, and soon followed!

The old turtle said this, with sadness in his voice, and in the darkness, Liu Zhao felt that tears were rolling down his eyes.

The companion who had been with him for thousands of years died in the hands of the ghost monk in such an unknown way, and the great turtle was so wary of the human monk that it was not going to talk to Liu Zhao at first, even if she helped them kill the ghost cultivator.

It wasn't until Liu Zhao used Huaxia's primeval spirit milk from hundreds of millions of years ago to dispel the ghost qi that had soaked in his body, and it confirmed that this beautiful mermaid was in the same vein as himself, that he was relieved to reveal everything and the dish.

After listening to the turtle's story, Liu Zhao got up and walked to the place where Xiao Quanchun's body remained, and found his black storage bag from the mud and sand at the bottom of the sea.

After the divine sense was swept, Liu Zhao poured out the contents with a gloomy face.

In addition to a pile of bottles and cans, a black, withered corpse of a merman lay on the ground. The merman's stomach was cut open, and the demon pill inside was gone, and it was estimated that it was eaten by the eight-headed snake.

The big turtle looked at the dry corpse of the merman, touched the ugly face of the merman with his head, and said to himself: "I have known for a long time that although you seem to be cunning, you are simple and kind in your heart. Warning you countless times not to trust others easily, you just don't listen! Ay! ”

After a pause, the turtle used its forefoot to dig a deep pit in the mud and bury the merman's corpse in it.

When the turtle was buried in the merman, Liu Zhao picked up a jade bottle scattered on the bottom of the sea, took a look at the contents, and immediately closed the cap again!

It was basically filled with grease from the merman's body, and this vicious ghost cultivator just killed a merman who had been practicing for a thousand years and had not harmed any living beings just for the sake of these bottles of merman fish oil that could ignite for a thousand years.

After putting those bottles away, Liu Zhao's hatred for the Sun Worship Cult deepened again.

The turtle swam up to the mussel and gently patted the hard shell of the mussel next to it. Immediately, the mother of the grinding disc gently opened the closed shell, and a dazzling soft white light emanated from the shell.

In the white light, the white mussel flesh squirmed gently, and in a moment's effort, several fist-sized pearls with a milky white halo slipped out of it.

After the nine pearls rolled out, the mussels closed their hard shells again and continued to lie silent in the deep pits of the seabed.

The turtle pushed those glowing pearls in front of Liu Zhao with its claws, and said to her: "These nine mussel beads are the key to enter the secret realm of the dragon mound, please follow me to the dragon mound to have a look!" ”

Liu Zhao didn't shirk either, put all the huge pearls into the storage bracelet, followed closely behind the turtles that had already swam away, and swam deeper into the trench.

In the depths of the dark trenches, the giant turtles instinctively dodge one ravine after another. Liu Zhao, on the other hand, relied on the soft light of the seven-colored veil to watch the scene at the mysterious seabed.

After diving less than a kilometer, the turtle suddenly stopped in front of a stone platform that looked like other bulges on the bottom of the sea, and waved its claws to clean the mud and sand from the stone.

Liu Zhao swam in front of the stone platform, only to see that there were nine fist-sized pits evenly distributed on the stone platform.

Glancing at the turtle suspended next to him, Liu Zhao took out the nine pearls and put them into the pit in turn.

When the last pearl was placed on the stone platform, blisters swarmed out from under the stone platform. The bubbles bubbled up more and more, gradually turning into a huge air current. It was as if it was about to cut the water in half.

In the air current, the stone platform slowly sinks, and a staircase that extends downward appears at the bottom of the trench.

Without hesitation, the turtle crawled down the stairs to the ground, and Liu Zhao followed when he saw this.

As the figures of a man and a turtle sank to the bottom of the sea, the nine pearls fell off the stone platform one after another as if they had eyes, and flew back to Liu Zhao's hands. The stone platform slowly rose back to its original height, and the bottom of the sea became a silent world again.