Shouting at the sea that 10,000-year-old turtle?

Yang Qian was definitely not looking for death.

At least that's what he himself thinks.

Since he imprisoned the baby turtle and tried to kill it, he was only punished by a column of water, so it can be seen that this big turtle is definitely much easier to talk than he imagined.

Of course, no matter how easy it is to speak, it is also a giant beast, and it can spray a mouthful of water for hundreds of meters and lift a few of his own heels, Yang Qian has no intention of challenging the bottom line of others, and it is still necessary to keep a proper distance.

He shouted from the spot where he had been hit by the water jet.

The tide of the sea is gusting, and the voice of the predator demon is incomparable.

"Come out......"

"You're not so cautious when you're so big, are you? What do you have to say? ”

“……”

As the sun sets, the crocodile demon standing by the sea is like a resentful woman calling for the lover who will not return, crying blood and resentment.

Yang Qian really regretted it at this time.

The more he thinks about it now, the more he feels that the old turtle is a wise creature, such a powerful spiritual power, and he acts in a hidden way, in short, Yang Qian can't describe the feeling that this old turtle gives him, anyway, now standing on the beach, shouting and thinking, the more he thinks so.

I knew that the "little turtle", which was several circles bigger than himself, had such an old turtle behind it, and Yang Gan said that he would not take it prisoner ashore for a toss.

It's too late to regret it now, after shouting for so long, the old turtle didn't come out, probably because he didn't plan to see himself again.

In the next few days, Yang Qian and a few companions set up camp on this beach.

The prey on the seashore is constant, and you can even go to the cliff to get a few pterosaur eggs; Or catch a few fish in a nearby bay at low tide; Or go to the nearby river, catch some freshwater fish, and change the recipe.

Every day, I look at the boundless sea with high tide and low tide, blow the continuous sea breeze, and enjoy the sea rising and falling, which is not bad.

The only regret is that I know that there is a relic under the sea, but unfortunately I don't dare to go down and fish for it.

Before he completely declared peaceful coexistence with the two giant turtles, Yang Qian felt that he needed to wait patiently for a while, and then go down again to discover the ruins or something. After all, the ruins are always there, but they only have a small life.

I don't know how many old turtles and little turtles there are in the sea, even if the old turtle doesn't pursue himself, in case the little turtle gathers dozens of brothers and sisters to trouble him, even if he grows two more layers of scale armor, it won't be enough for others to gnaw.

Just wait and wait every day, wandering around during the day to check the surroundings, or shouting at the sea; Cultivating honestly in front of the sea at night, hoping to wake up one day, he suddenly reached the level of control that the old turtle had over his breath.

"Chirp ......"

"Wow......"

Xiaoqing and Early Summer were playing in the distance, and the queen was lazily unable to cheer up, and so was Yang Qian.

Although the scenery of this beach is good, there are cliffs, strange rocks, and further away there are seaside forests, red, green, and white. The forest here is a small forest that looks like a tree, with similar color characteristics and a very pure look.

It's a pity that no matter how beautiful the scenery is, there are times when he is tired of seeing it, Yang Gan waited and waited, and finally began to get impatient.

It's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

With this thought in mind, Yang Qian plunged into the sea and went straight to the ruins where the turtles had been captured.

This time, Yang Qian was no longer as cautious as last time, and he didn't dare to move when he saw anything; This time, he opened and closed directly, and caused damage to the location of the ruins at the bottom of the sea.

All animals that grow on the stone, whether plants or animals, are partially removed, allowing him to see directly the surface of the stone; Those coral stones that looked a little different in shape, and everything that could be overturned were all overturned by him.

The sea snake venom that hides in the coral, and the creatures that hide in the mud and sand, without exception, are driven out of their homes.

The entire sea gradually turned into a muddy area, and soon, the predator demon was left alone to search there.

Yang Gan, who dared to do this, was not annoyed and angry, nor was he not afraid of the poisonous snakes and jellyfish in the sea, but he brought a tree down.

A tree by the sea with small leaves and a lot of branches. Remove the roots and trim some unnecessary branches and leaves, and it's a super broom.

With such a "tool", those sea snakes and jellyfish that are several meters long have to flee for their lives.

If it weren't for digging and guarding against the possible retaliation of the little turtle, Yang Gan's speed would have been even faster.

Even so, in just two days, Yang Qian had almost cleaned up the places that could be cleaned up.

After all, the sea is full of water, and it is easy to clean things up, and then the buoyancy is sent into the distance, but it is no better than in the boulder plain, where a little bit of dirt has to be found to find a place to settle.

Unfortunately, the harvest here is obviously not very satisfactory.

In the remains of the Boulder Plains, you can tell where the yard is and where the house is based on the stacking of excavated stones. And here, it's just a few stones.

Maybe there are still below, but Yang Gan at this time can't afford to clean up, more likely, this is the sea, maybe this is just a few boulders washed by the water, and the other parts are not here at all.

Throwing aside the large tree trunk on his paws, Yang Qian floated in the murky water, picking at the patterns with his fingernails, hoping to see if this meant anything.

Such a pattern seems to be fixed, he has seen it in the Boulder Plain, and it is still the case here.

It's just that there are only three or four patterned stones here.

The claws unconsciously swiped along those strange trajectories, and Yang Qian thought about it, but he still couldn't think of any meaning.

Suddenly, an undercurrent surged, and he subconsciously swung his tail, and with a slight movement of his body, he got rid of the momentum brought by the current.

When he touched the stripes carved into the stone wall with his claws again, he found that his claws had never left the stone wall at all, but had been moving along a notch.

He froze.

After a while, he began to devote himself to the imitation of the stripes, and when the water became clearer, he left the bottom of the sea, and then twisted his head above the stone slabs, and looked carefully at the stripes.

Then his tail flicked slightly, and his body made an eerie arc in the water.

He's mimicking the trajectory of those stripes.

It's his whim.

In fact, it is not surprising that any intelligent being, if he has been lonely for many years, and he has not gone mad, has any strange ideas.

Just now, when the undercurrent came in, he just habitually swung his tail to counteract the momentum of those currents, probably because he had been unconsciously imitating those trajectories, and his movements had a hint of imitation.

As a result, he found that it seemed that this action could better counteract the power brought by the undercurrent in the seawater.

Once, twice, three times...... It was just a whim, but when he started to really let his body swim in those tracks, he found that he could become more comfortable when the undercurrents in the sea were coming.

It was getting late, and the sight around him was getting much worse, but Yang Gan, who was immersed in these strange patterns, was still unaware of it, and took the trouble to let himself repeat the movements one by one.

When he found out that there was an extra turtle not far away, he was almost frightened.

Almost instantly, he swung his tail away from the turtle and then set up his guard against the turtle.

It should be the baby turtle that was captured by himself, and it seems that this guy is definitely not here to visit him. Because at this time, it was approaching itself with its probe under the cover of those corals on the bottom of the sea, and if it hadn't just cleaned up the surroundings, it would have really been approached by it.

His sudden reaction should have made it a little surprised, and after seeing that he was on guard, this guy began to slowly retreat.

It's dangerous!

He could imagine that if he was caught by the other party, it would definitely not be a good thing, and he originally thought that they had already left, but it seemed that he was thinking wrong.

Thinking about the carelessness just now, Yang Qian really wanted to give himself a slap, but think about his claws, how bad would it be if he disfigured himself?

Watching the turtle leave, Yang Qian suddenly felt that it seemed that the trajectory of the turtle's round body swimming also had the shadow of the stone wall stripes that he had just imitated.

He felt like he was starting to get suspicious, but he couldn't help but think so.

It was already dark, and he didn't plan to stay at the bottom of the sea any longer, so he turned around and quickly surfaced and rushed to the shore.

When the stars were in the sky at night, Yang Qian gave up his cultivation, but under the starlight, he constantly sketched those weird lines in his mind.

What kind of civilization is that civilization that has left its ruins?

Yang Qian's mind was full of doubts.

Great monsters that resemble animals and plants, strange evolutionary stones, and winged dragons; Now there's another one, those weird stripes, which can be used when swimming in the sea.

Just the initial exercise, Yang Qian felt that his body was much more tired than usual, and it seemed that if he wanted to integrate this trajectory into his instincts, he would definitely need a lot of time to exercise.

But this Yang Gan is not afraid, what he is afraid of is that there is nothing for him to waste time.

If you integrate these movements into your instincts, will you swim faster in the sea and not have to deliberately defend against those sudden undercurrents?

Could it be that the builders of these ancient ruins turned out to be the intelligent life of the ocean?

Thinking about it, Yang Qian couldn't help but stand up and began to experiment step by step along the striped tracks in those memories on the shore.

When the answer is revealed, let yourself explore it little by little!

(To be continued)