Chapter Forty-Eight: Zhun Ti and the North Sea Turtle

"Then what should I do?" asked Tongtian, raising a frown.

Luo Tian pondered for a while, and said, "In the land of Beihai, there is a divine turtle, named Xuan Turtle, this divine turtle committed a murder in the dragon and phoenix catastrophe, and there has been no flood since then, this time it is just a thing that should be robbed, we can cut off its limbs, refine and make four pillars that support the sky, in order to support the nine heavens......"

When the saints heard Luo Tian's words, they hurriedly pinched their fingers in their hands, and sure enough, as Luo Tian said, this Xuan Turtle was indeed the thing that should be robbed of the disaster at this time. But even so, the saints still didn't speak.

The Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation already exists, or even earlier, so the age of this Xuan Turtle can be imagined, so many Yuan will come down, and the cultivation is at least in the late stage of the quasi-saint.

Moreover, this ancient divine beast has all the means to reach the sky, and if one is not careful, the saint may be injured.

The saints are shrewd people, and no one wants to do it.

"I don't know, who is going to cut off the limbs of this turtle?"

A smile appeared on Zhun Tiganchai's face, but the smile was sinister.

"Poor Dao thinks that the quasi-Daoist friend is very suitable, I don't know what the friendship will be?"

Luo Tian's eyes fell on Zhun Ti, and the smile on his face was like a spring breeze, which was in contrast to Zhun Ti's.

"This ......" Zhun Ti listened, the smile on his face instantly froze, and he said with a dry smile, "Daozun said that it is better to leave this task to others." ”

Although Zhun Ti is a saint and his mana strength is stronger than that of the North Sea Xuan Turtle, he still does not want to fight with it, after all, this ancient creature still has many means, and if he accidentally hangs up, the gains outweigh the losses.

"This matter, you can't ...... it unless you are a fellow Daoist" Luo Tian's eyes instantly became extremely sharp, like a sharp blade, piercing through everything and understanding everything.

"Eh!" Zhun Ti was stunned, and after seeing Luo Tian's sharp gaze, a trace of gloom appeared in Zhun Ti's eyes.

"What does Dao Zun mean by this, why do you want to go to the poor Dao by name?" Zhun Ti said slowly with a gloomy face and a slightly hoarse voice.

"What does the poor Dao mean, don't you know?" Luo Tian's eyes were like torches, the brilliance in his eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice.

Zhun Ti's eyes narrowed slightly, the light in his eyes flashed, and his face was slightly gloomy.

But in his heart, he guessed why Luo Tian asked him to go to Beihai to kill the Xuan Turtle.

This catastrophe was originally his participation, but if he went to Beihai, he would be able to make up for some karma.

But he knows that this is not the most critical reason. The real reason is that the water of the Heavenly River poured down this time, drowning many Terrans in the Central Continent.

Originally, after the last shemale war, except for the coast of the East China Sea, there were many fewer human races in other places, but in the past few years, the human race has expanded outward again, and the Wu tribe welcomes the human race, so many human races have gathered in the Central Continent to live.

And Luo Tian, as a Terran Holy Master, was a little angry in his heart when this kind of thing happened.

Thinking of this, Zhun Ti sighed secretly in his heart, turned his gaze to the other saints, and only heard Lao Tzu say, "Senior brother, since Daozun said so, you can go!"

"Yes, there are things that should be done......" Primal smirked.

"Go ahead!" said Tongtian concisely, only two words.

"You guys......" Zhun Ti was furious in his heart, why did this group of bastards fall into the well at this time, why didn't you stop me when I did it, he turned to the guide and said, "Senior brother, I ......"

He shook his head, chanted a Buddha horn in his mouth, "Amitabha!" and said, "Hey...... Brother, if that's the case, you can go!"

"Hey......" Zhun Ti sighed secretly in his heart, glanced at Luo Tian with gloomy eyes, flew into the air, and headed for Beihai.

Zhun Ti left, and everyone was silent again, only listening to the sound of uninterrupted bursts of mana.

Flood, North Sea, a certain sea area.

Zhun Ti had a gloomy face along the way, smoke under his feet, and performed the supreme method, and within a moment he descended on the land of Beihai, and the coercion of the saint on his body was released, and the entire Beihai was enveloped in an instant.

The dragon clan and other creatures in the North Sea all ignored the coercion of the saints of Zhun Ti, and most of his sage coercion only went to one sea area, and the coercion of other places was not great.

"I don't know what the saint came to my land of the North Sea, what is the so-called?"

Above the calm sea, suddenly there was a deafening deep sound, and then, on the calm sea, the waves were suddenly turbulent, the waves were gusting, and the huge waves were rolling and lapping against each other.

Immediately after, an island with a radius of thousands of miles slowly rose from the bottom of the sea, and those waves also slowly set after the island rose, and the sea returned to calm.

It was only then that Zhun Ti saw that this was not an island, but a huge turtle shell.

Then a great turtle's head poked out of the sea and looked up at the man in the void, its face hideous, and its eyes as large as lanterns glittered.

"I came here today to borrow something from the turtle...... Zhun Ti's face remained unchanged and said slowly.

In Zhun Ti's perception, the cultivation of this Xuan Turtle in front of him was at the peak of the late stage of the Quasi-Saint, and he was also a master, although he was not his opponent.

The most important thing is that the seniority of this Xuan Turtle is very high, about the same age as the patriarch of the three clans, if you really want to calculate it, the seniority is higher than Zhun Ti.

"I don't know what the saint borrowed, if there is one below, I will give it to my hands in the next place," Xuan Gui said calmly, and he did not know the purpose ......of the allegation.

"What I want to borrow is Your Excellency's limbs......" Zhun Ti smiled on his face.

"What?!"

Xuan Turtle was shocked, his voice pulling the sea, and the waves rolled again, and the waves were turbulent.

"Isn't the saint joking?"

"Did this seat come all the way and seem to be joking with you?" said Zhun Ti impatiently.

Hearing this, Xuan Turtle's face suddenly became gloomy, and his hideous face became even more hideous, and his eyes contained endless killing intent.

"Did you cut off your limbs or did you take it yourself?" Zhun Ti asked again, the original anger in his heart was not gone, he didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, and the saint momentum on his body shrouded in.

"You want me to cut off my limbs and dream!" the turtle roared, and its huge body emerged, and a huge column of water shot out of its mouth, straight to the door of the face.

"Look for death!" Zhun Ti's eyes were cold, a cold light flashed on his face, and with a finger in his hand, an invisible force shrouded him, and the water column was instantly broken.

Then, Zhun Ti flipped it over, and a divine pestle appeared in his hand, and a pestle was split, and the space seemed to be divided into two halves, the aura of the void was divided, and a huge light fell, and the huge head of the powerful Xuan Turtle sank to the bottom of the sea.

"Boom!"

The waves rolled, the sea steamed, the water column exploded, and the entire North Sea seemed to be shaken.

Zhun Ti's attack hit the turtle's shell, leaving a shallow trail and nothing else.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhun Ti's eyes, and he waved the pestle in his hand to strike again.

"The saint is slow, the turtle is willing to sacrifice his limbs......"

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