Chapter 136 The Talking Turtle

Author: Unlucky Caffeine

Chapter 136 The Talking Turtle

Jian Baisan thought to himself that it was terrible.

The small opening on the top of the head is no bigger than a fist.

Jian Baisan knew that spiritual attack magic weapons had a price but no market in the entire world of cultivation.

Among many sects and casual cultivators, there are very few monks who choose mental attacks as their exercises, because if the body has no defense ability, no matter how many mental attacks there are, it will be useless.

That is to say, the leader among them, Zhongqing Sect, has just made a name for himself.

However, spiritual magic is the only choice to deceive people. Therefore, spiritual magic weapons are highly sought after by monks.

Jian Baisan also did not expect that the monk called "Zhenren Jiayun" would have a spiritual attack weapon - maybe even a magic weapon with both space and spiritual attack capabilities.

When she fell for this trick, she had nothing to say.

The longer you stay here, the more "tired" you become, and the more "tired" you are, the less energy you have to go out, and the more you let yourself be manipulated by others.

Is there any other way? Jian Baisan's thoughts suddenly changed and he simply scratched the wall with the jade butterfly in his sleeve, but only a white mark was left.

Jian Baisan took it and kept scratching at the same place on the wall, trying to scratch the wall. After scratching for an unknown amount of time, he saw a small hole in the wall, but it seemed to be infinitely thick inside.

Jian Baisan gasped and fell to the ground, and heard the voice of Master Jiayun coming without hesitation: "If you lock it for another half an hour, you will be almost completely dead. If you take it out and you can't recover at all, you can be slaughtered... You

Are you sure her technique is Xuan level or above?"

"You will know this when you see it," Xiao Wanchang kicked something and made a muffled sound, and a painful groan appeared in Dahuang's throat.

"If your skills hadn't knocked this thing out, we wouldn't have been able to defeat it. She is a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, but she is bound to a spiritual beast with a golden elixir! There are more than one spiritual beast. The similar techniques we know must be

I can’t cross something this big!”

"Doesn't this explain the problem? Her skills are too strong!"

"Indeed." Master Jiayun's tone sounded relaxed, "Wait a moment."

Hearing Dahuang's cry, Jian Baisan stood up again with an ugly expression.

The movement was too big, and the little turtle in the cuffs rolled on the ground. Jian Baisan didn't notice.

"Can you give me some spiritual power?"

Jian Baisan heard a voice, as thin as a mosquito, ringing in her ears.

The tattered tortoise that had been picked up crawled a short distance away and raised its head to look at her.

Jian Baisan responded quickly: "I'm sorry, it can't be done. I don't have much spiritual power anymore. I have to find a way to save my friends outside and myself."

"I can help you," said the little turtle. "Give me your spiritual power, and then you can put your hand on my shell."

Jian Baisan gave it his spiritual power, and when it was shocked for the first time, it couldn't help but whisper "Ouch".

Jian Baisan put her hand up, and a familiar coolness came from her meridians, and she regained the strength to stand up.

The small opening on her head became bigger and bigger as she looked around, and soon it would reach the size where she could get out——

"That's not the mouth of reality," the turtle explained in a low voice, with its four legs retracted into the shell. "It's the effect of the magic weapon. You can think of it as a mental block. I used to listen to the way they said it.

."

Who is the road to? Jian Baisan didn't have time to think about it.

"Your mind is deceived. You feel that the feeling brought to you here is the kind of fatigue she brought to you at the beginning, and that's why you feel tired. When you wake up, you can go out."

It turns out that this is a knowledgeable little turtle.

The patterns on half of its body were desperately bright, but the cool feeling was getting weaker and weaker and more intermittent.

Before the hole expanded to the width of her shoulders, waves of dizziness came back.

The hole became smaller, and Jian Baisan sat on the ground again.

"I'm sorry," the little turtle said frustratedly, "I thought I could help you. But actually I can't help anyone."

"You did help me," Jian Baisan said objectively, "I think it was very useful. I will be let out after at least half an hour, and maybe I will have a chance to fight back."

But the little turtle seemed to be immersed in his own world.

"I have been disabled since I was born. Others of the same kind have beautiful and useful patterns, but mine is empty. I am useless. If I hadn't been so useless, she wouldn't have died."

Wugui's voice sounded like a little girl, with a cry, but she still looked like a little turtle: "She is tall, she is taller than you, but I heard that she was hammered into a pulp. Then

How much does it hurt?"

Jian Baisan listened silently, stroking the patternless half of the turtle's shell with her fingers. She was clumsy, but this could be a comfort.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

You turned me over several times and saved me, unlike when they pushed me into the mud. I wanted to save you too..."

"Don't cry." Jian Baisan picked it up and was at a loss as to how to comfort it.

Looking at its wood-like shell, she suddenly thought of it.

"I'll carve it for you."

The little turtle stopped crying.

"What?"

"I can carve wood and have a very steady hand. If you want a pattern, I can carve it for you. It doesn't take up much physical energy. It's good for me to restore some energy."

"Thank you," said the little turtle, "but it won't work. Only the strength of the golden elixir can engrave it."

Jian Baisan took out the jade butterfly from her fingers, "I can," she said. "Can you tell me about your kind, what are their patterns like?"

It was very energetic. It had seen the backs of its compatriots many times and learned them all.

"Do you see my pattern on the top?" it said, "Rotate it over, to the right, move the outermost layer to the innermost layer, change the fourth layer of patterns into four, and put them on the

Its symmetrical position is just fine.”

She held it, and the butterfly wings in her hands were so hard that they left the first dents on its blank, hard shell.

Then it lit up.

This girl's hands are really fast and steady. They are different from Lu Huangui's hands. They are not the kind of hot hands, but slightly warm hands, very strong.

It felt like it was floating in the sky, as if it was flying in the sky. Although it was actually only in the palm of a monk, this was a hand that could patiently turn it over.

"Then what? Are they all symmetrical?" Jian Baisan asked.

"Hmm, um... when the leftmost one is symmetrical, the third and fourth layers must be interchanged..."

Jian Baisan didn't say much: "Okay."
Chapter completed!