Hearing Wang Lung's voice, Lao Long frowned slightly, after all, his identity was there, talking to him in this tone, and it sounded like an order, he was somewhat disgusted in his heart, but Wang Lung was his descendant after all, and he didn't have too many concepts of being strong in his heart, and his requirements just now were very harsh, so it was reasonable for Wang Lung to call him like this.

The old dragon quickly recovered, and asked lightly, "What's the matter?"

Wang Long nodded slightly and said, "Ancestor, your grandson must try his best to complete your request, but before you leave, your grandson has a small request, I wonder if Ancestor can help?"

Seeing that the ancestor did not react, and the expression on his face did not change, Wang Lung waited for a moment and saw that the other party still did not speak, so he asked tentatively: "Sun Er has been trapped here for ten days, and he still doesn't know what the eight silver-white tentacles that emerged from the nine pools are. ”

Wang Lung is a good idea, he doesn't know what the ontology of the eight tentacles is, if the ancestor tells him, with his knowledge of the race in the outer galaxy, at least he can know where the strengths and weaknesses of the other party are, as long as he knows the weaknesses of the other party, the rest will be simple.

It's a pity that Wang Lung's expectations were quickly poured with cold water by the old dragon: "Stinky boy, how can you be tricky after a long journey, if you tell you the opponent's body, wouldn't you be able to find the opponent's weaknesses." What's the use of this experience, you're afraid of delaying your cultivation time? You can rest assured that with your qualifications. It doesn't matter if it's early or late, there is no law of perception, maybe you can understand it during the battle, let me help you, you better dispel this idea. ”

As soon as he heard what the other party said, Wang Lung immediately said with a bitter face: "Since this is the case, then the grandson will no longer force it." ”

"Hmm!" the old dragon nodded, just about to leave. Then he sighed and said, "The old man has caused you trouble several times, and he hasn't rewarded you with anything, so be it." Since I can't directly sue you for the other party's ontology, I can sue you for a word, as long as you can guess, even if you are lucky. You remember 'truth and falsehood, and truth comes from falsehood'. Think for yourself."

'True and false, false and true', Wang Lung lowered his head and thought silently, this sentence was somewhat familiar to him, as if it had been mentioned in a movie, but the name and content of the movie had long been forgotten, so he couldn't remember it for a while.

Wang Lung pondered for a long time, but he still couldn't get the point, and was about to ask again. Looking up, the ancestor had long since disappeared without a trace. And in front of his eyes were the eight wavering tentacles.

For the change in front of him, Wang Lung couldn't help but be stunned, and took out the war knife with his backhand to block it, for fear of being attacked by the other party, but he soon found that the eight tentacles were just swaying in front of him, and he had no intention of attacking at all.

Just when Wang Lung was surprised, a voice came from his mind: "Who was it just now, I can feel that he is very powerful." ”

Hearing the other party's question, Wang Lung was dumbfounded for a while, just now the ancestor came suddenly, and talking to him obviously excluded the eight tentacles themselves, but he didn't completely hide his whereabouts, so that the silver-white tentacles had this question, and the other party's stunned Cheng Dù was obviously more powerful than himself, which made Wang Lung difficult to answer for a while.

After a long time, Wang Lung sighed lightly and said, "It's a senior in my clan, and he just came to see me." ”

"Seniors in the clan?" The other party asked suspiciously: "Stinky boy, don't lie to me, that kind of master is much stronger than the Supreme Elder in your mouth, and there is no difference between cultivation like you and me in his eyes, and he can ignore the Nine Heavens Phantom Yin Array and descend directly, leaving me helpless, at least a super strong man in the universe, why did he come to you?"

"What's the good of me lying to you, he came very suddenly, even I didn't know he was coming, but I wish he hadn't come, so I can get better in the future, now, alas......" At the end, Wang Lung's heart was full of sighs.

"Boy, what the hell is going on? Is it related to the upcoming invasion?" the other party still asked reluctantly, but unfortunately did not get any response from Wang Lung, as if Wang Lung did not hear it at all, and just sighed on the side.

After a long time, Wang Lung shook his head helplessly and said: "You know what's the use, it has nothing to do with you at all, okay, don't talk nonsense with you, I'm in a bad mood today, let's stop here today, we'll fight another day." ”

After Wang Lung finished speaking, without waiting for the other party's response, he turned around and walked into the distance, looking at Wang Lung's back that was about to disappear, the silver-white tentacles also shook helplessly and retracted into the pond, it was very clear that even if he asked again, Wang Lung would not say anything.

In this space, there is endless grassland everywhere, about two hundred kilometers away from the nine ponds, Wang Lung found a place at random, lay directly on the soft grass, pulled a piece of grass casually, put it in his mouth and bit it, although his eyes looked at the sky, but his heart kept thinking about the words left by the ancestor.

True and false come and false and true, this sentence is literal, in fact, it is very easy to understand, it is nothing more than true and false, false and false, what you see with your eyes may not be true, it may also be true, but this truth has its particularity, and you can't look at the appearance.

The literal meaning is easy to understand, but it will give Wang Long's head a headache when it falls on the eight silver-white tentacles, if the eight tentacles he saw in front of him are not real, then who are he fighting with in the past ten days? If it's true, then why can he resurface by cutting off eight tentacles several times, although there is a certain difference in color and hardness, but the difference is not very obvious, if it continues, who knows how many times it will be cut to force out the other party's body, it's been ten days, and it really takes at least a year or two to get to that point, he didn't have that long, this is only the thirty-seventh level, and I don't know how many levels there are in the future.

Ignoring the hints given by the ancestor, but from the analysis of his discoveries in the past few days, eight tentacles appeared in the nine ponds, but the pond in the middle has not moved. If the opponent's body is hidden in the middle pool, how can they get closer? and whether the pool in the middle is where the opponent's body is located. After getting the ancestor's prompt, Wang Lung himself didn't dare to believe it, after all, there was that sentence, which made his thoughts more complicated.

Time passed little by little, Wang Lung's posture lying on the grass did not change at all, and he didn't know how much time had passed, and he had not been able to figure out the hint left by the ancestor. Even his original understanding began to doubt, which made his head even more messy, and he didn't know what to do.

Long. Wang Lung shouted at the sky to vent the sulkness in his heart, then turned over and sat up, shaking his head fiercely. Said to himself: "I don't want to." I can't figure it out at all, the ancestor's words are simply too tricky, it's a dead cycle at all, although this place is not small, but I've also seen it during this time, except for the nine ponds, there is nothing special, I want to pass this pass. I still have to deal with those eight tentacles, and now the key is how to force out the other party's body. ”

I reorganized my thoughts. Discarding the hints left by the ancestor, Wang Lung decided that he couldn't delay any longer, now in the past ten days, he didn't even know where the other party's body was, and he didn't know how many levels there would be in the future, as the saying goes, the night is long and there are many dreams, and you can't play with the other party, you must show your real skills, and you have to be surprised.

After making up his mind, Wang Lung sat cross-legged, ready to recover from his body and the injuries on his body, but he was in a more disturbed mood at first, and it was difficult to settle down, and it took more than half an hour to give up the messy thoughts in his heart.

When Wang Lung opened his eyes again, his body and injuries had recovered, as for how long time had passed, he didn't care, he just made an appointment with the eight silver-white tentacles to fight again the next day, and did not agree on a specific time, and it was not the other party's decision to fight or not, but him.

Spotting the direction, Wang Lung did not rush to the location of the pond, but walked carelessly, although the speed was not as fast as before, but it was also a fast pace, and when it reached the vicinity of the pond, half an hour had passed.

As soon as he saw Wang Lung coming, the eight silver-white tentacles rushed out of the water in advance, and all of them were towards Wang Lung as if they were demonstrating: "Stinky boy, didn't you say that you would fight again the next day? Why did this walk take three days, I thought you had escaped!"

Three days? Wang Lung scratched his scalp a little helplessly, he really didn't expect that he would delay for three days, he thought that it would be two days at most, it seems that the hint left by the ancestor had a great impact on him, and he didn't understand it after thinking about it for a long time.

Delay for three days and come again, the reason for this Wang Lung naturally didn't say much, just glanced at the other party lightly and said: "It's only three days, and it's not three years, what are you in a hurry, this is my experience, and it's not aimed at you, you should steal the fun for delaying these three days, at least you have three more days to live, wait for me to defeat you today, see if you are still in the mood to think about these." ”

"You ......" The silver-white tentacles were irritated by Wang Lung's words, and they didn't know what to say: "Okay, since you are so arrogant, then let the horse come, when the time comes, it is not certain who will kill the deer, let your mouth be happy first, and you will feel good later." ”

I don't know how much I said in this kind of conversation between the two in more than ten days, except for provoking each other's anger, there was no substantial harm, Wang Lung saw this and didn't say more, took out the war knife with his backhand, and rushed over with a force under his feet.

The sound of snorting was endless, and soon, Wang Lung cut off the eight silver-white tentacles one by one, this time, he didn't plan to hide his strength, he had to distinguish the winner from the loser.

In the face of Wang Lung's sudden surge in strength, those eight silver-white tentacles were not prepared at all, and when they were all cut off by Wang Lung, it was only a dozen seconds, and during this time, it was killed without even touching Wang Lung's body.

The sudden change of "you ......" surprised the silver-white tentacles, and before they had time to ask Wang Lung, they made the whole pond flood with thick fog, and in the past, it was to prepare for the re-condensation of the tentacles, although the time was not long, but there was also two or three seconds, but unfortunately this time its eight tentacles were cut off by Wang Lung too quickly, and there was no time to condense them one by one, so they could only condense together.

Wang Lung wanted this kind of effect, how could he let the other party go, it took time to condense the tentacles, this time was not long, two or three seconds of work was enough for him to complete what he wanted in his heart, but he had some scruples, that is, what kind of scene was inside the pond shrouded in dense fog, whether it was dangerous to enter it, and whether he could directly deceive himself into the pond in the middle.

All the one qiē Wang Lung didn't know, after all, in the past ten days, he had never entered the dense fog, it turned out that whenever he cut off five or six tentacles of the other party, the thick fog began to emerge, and there were two more tentacles fighting with him on the periphery, and it was too late to enter it, and now as soon as he fought, he was caught off guard, and the opportunity was created by himself zào, as for entering or continuing to wait, in fact, Wang Lung already had a plan in his heart.

Without waiting for the thick fog to roll, the corners of Wang Lung's mouth flashed with a faint coldness, and with a snort in his mouth, his body rushed into the thick fog.

As soon as Wang Lung entered the dense fog, he felt a white vapor in front of him, but there was no slightest feeling of dampness, his fingers could not be seen clearly in front of his eyes, and there was a sound of rushing water in his ears, which made Wang Lung feel very weird, but he didn't pay attention to it, recognized a direction, and galloped away.

The position where Wang Lung ran happened to be the middle pool, and his purpose in doing this was nothing more than to confirm the conjecture in his heart and see what secrets the middle pool was, after all, from the beginning to the present, the pool had not moved, and it was very likely that the body of the eight tentacles was hidden.

Wang Lung moved quickly, and the area of the entire pond was not large, and he didn't even have time to blink an eye, Wang Lung felt that the dense fog in front of him was beginning to fade, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, knowing that he was about to break out of the thick fog and enter the middle pond range.

In these ten days of battle, whenever the dense fog rises and the opponent wants to condense new tentacles, although Wang Lung can't see the changes inside the dense fog, he can see the situation outside the dense fog.

Although he doubted that he could reach the middle pool without any obstacle after entering the dense fog, Wang Lung ignored the good mood of arriving at his destination soon, staring at the front with his eyes dead, and at the same time reducing the speed of running, he didn't want to be too late to brake and directly cross the entire fog area and fail to achieve his goal.

As the fog in front of him became lighter and lighter, the smile on Wang Lung's face that had just flashed instantly froze, and a gray-black and huge figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and he didn't have time to react at all, only feeling that his body was directly pumped out like a kite with a broken string.

His body kept rolling in mid-air, ignoring the pain caused by the other party's blow, Wang Lung struggled to widen his eyes at the pond, trying to see who was the sacredness who had attacked him.

Soon, before Wang Lung landed, he finally saw who had pumped himself, a jet-black octopus, the size of a hundred zhang, with hundreds of jet-black tentacles mixed with eight silver-white tentacles.

Wuzhang, it turned out to be Wuzhang, no wonder the ancestor said that, it is better not to know if he knew this, Wang Lung was full of remorse in his heart while sighing. (To be continued......)