After drinking tea and wine, Bai Ze finally saw clearly some of Uncle Wang's wrist flicks when he cast the net, and the tips for releasing the net. More than ten seconds passed in a flash, Bai Ze shook his head, and went to the river to wash his face and sober up.

As soon as Bai Ze's hands were inserted into the water, a turtle the size of a basin suddenly emerged from under the water and rushed straight towards the shore.

Bai Ze raised his head when he heard the movement, and was startled, but the big turtle had already crawled in front of him, and Bai Ze's cerebellum that was anesthetized by alcohol had no time to react, and the big turtle stretched out his neck and bit his buttocks, and the bite was bleeding.

The big turtle tasted the taste of Bai Ze's blood in its mouth, and screamed excitedly, its voice was like a cow's roar. The other dozen or so turtles under the river immediately divided into two factions, seven or eight small ones swam towards the West Mountain, to find the Eight Kings to report the news, and the remaining few big ones stayed quietly at the bottom of the river, staring closely at Bai Ze's movements.

Bai Ze's buttocks hurt, and he was startled by the scream of the big turtle, and he stood up and kicked the big turtle reflexively.

Although this big turtle is not small, it weighs only a dozen pounds, and it is defenseless when it is patronized and yelling, and it is kicked by Bai Ze and falls to the ground, and it can't turn over for a long time.

Uncle Wang next to him heard the movement here, heard the sound and looked for it, looked at the old turtle the size of a basin on the ground, and was envious and jealous in his heart, and said sourly:

"This person's luck is really unstoppable when he stepped on shit, this old turtle is crazy and ran ashore, and he cheapened you for nothing. ”

Bai Ze rubbed his buttocks, which were still bleeding, and took the hemp rope to tie up the old turtle first and hang it on the tree.

Uncle Wang looked at the old turtle hanging on the tree, his eyes were red with envy, and he ran to the river to cast his net even harder.

While throwing the net, Lao Wang thought to himself: "Zheng Dagou's face is full of decay, and his many years of experience in catching turtles should be even more fine! Besides, this old turtle is worth a lot of money! If he catches fish for a day, but he doesn't make as much money as Zheng Dagou, how can he have the face to persuade him to give up fishing and become a monk!"

Li Lingzhi was dizzy, Lao Wang's eyes were red, years of experience were thrown aside, and he forgot that he used a fine net for fishing, and he caught the turtle with all his heart.

The turtle in the tree finally calmed down, and its mania subsided, and it did not bite again. Bai Ze cautiously leaned over and stared at the old turtle's head.

In the original book, the incarnation of the Eight Kings was a big turtle with white spots on its forehead, but the one in front of Bai Ze had a pitch-black spot on its forehead.

Bai Ze was a little stunned, and his heart was confused for a while, "Could it be that these eight kings still have brothers who have drunk too much together?" For example, call a nine kings, seven kings or something. ”

Thinking of this, Bai Ze stared at the eyes of the big turtle, looked at no one around, and said tentatively:

"I see that your old turtle has grown so big, I'm afraid you have already opened your spirituality!"

The turtle was ready to sacrifice himself for the king and be boiled by this fisherman. But when I hear it, it seems that there is a turning point for life!

The turtle's eyes were staring at Bai Ze, and his eyes flashed with excitement and excitement. One person and one turtle Wang Ba looked at the mung bean, and after looking at each other for a while, Bai Ze felt more and more that this big turtle was very spiritual, even if it was not the eight king brothers, it was also his relative, and reassured:

"As long as you don't bite me, how about I'll release you in a while?"

There was a burst of surprise in the eyes of the big turtle. After Bai Ze saw it, the second monk became more and more confused, and he didn't understand what was going on with this turtle, could it be that there were really a lot of turtle spirits in this world who liked to drink?

......

In an underground palace in Xishan, a middle-aged man with a pale face and a thin body, but with his own bearing, sat on a stone bench, with a seemingly old wine gourd in front of him. Opposite him, a fanged outcropped child, bound to the sky, walked restlessly back and forth.

The little boy reluctantly glanced at the wine gourd, and spoke in a sharp and piercing boyish voice:

"Eight Great Kings, are you sure you have figured out the context of this great array? Now that you have drunk the wine, I can't keep you, can you tell me the truth!"

The Eight Kings gradually recovered a trace of blood on their faces, burped, looked up at the sky and said:

"You don't want to think about it, if I can't figure out the context of the formation, why are you still trapped in Xishan, but I can come here to drink with you?"

Seeing that the green fang ghost boy was speechless, the Eight Great Kings reached out and took the gourd on the table and said:

"Give me the few sips of wine left in the gourd!"

The green fang ghost boy slapped the table and said viciously:

"Say that one person is half, why should the rest belong to you?"

The Eight Kings smiled disdainfully:

"In the future, when you cross the border, you will hide inside, but my turtle armor will be carried outside. Isn't that worth the few sips that are left?"

The green fangs sat down angrily and said no more. The Eight Kings stroked their long beards and continued:

"Get your treasure demon mirror ready, and also take out your treasure of pearls, jade, and jade corals. ”

Black smoke rose from the green fang's ghost boy's ghost eyes, and the black forbidden lightning flashed around him, obviously he couldn't help but make a move.

The Eight Kings continued unhurriedly:

"Why? I can't bear to give up your precious mirror? If it weren't for the destruction of the treasures in my Crystal Palace crossover, I wouldn't have cooperated with you as a stranger. ”

Speaking of this, the Eight Kings remembered something distressed and said:

"Do you know that I have cut off one-third of the primordial spirit and hid it in my innate turtle treasure, as long as this thing leaves my body, my thousand years of penance will be burned!"

The Eight Kings were stunned, "But even so, my turtle treasure will also be given away!"

The green fang ghost boy finally suppressed his killing intent, and sat down panting.

The Eight Kings didn't wait for the green fang ghost boy to speak, and took a deep breath of turbid air and explained:

"Although I don't know this formation, this formation should be a powerful division of a small world, and I want to keep it as a blessed place in the cave, and then use it elsewhere in the future. ”

Speaking of this, the Eight Great Kings also had a little frightened look on their faces, "Yesterday's formation fluctuated, and a trace of aura came through the realm. The formation was immediately launched, wanting to completely take away me, but for some reason this formation was repelled by me because of its lack of stamina. ”

Hearing this, the green fang's ghost boy's eyes lit up, and he also said:

"Yes, I also encountered this situation early yesterday morning, and I used the demon mirror to protect the ghost body so that it was not taken away. ”

The Eight Kings ignored him, immersed in their own conjectures and continued:

"It stands to reason that this kind of great array that can tear apart the world is easy to take away from you and me, and it is impossible to fail! But now that you and I resist a little, this formation will be powerless and fruitless. In addition, after so much time, seeing that this world is about to be destroyed, and the great power of the array has not returned, I guess that the great power of the array may have died!"