"Well... several old white crocodile kings ate all the crocodile demons who have the spirit-enlightened wisdom. They don't want other crocodile demons to activate spirit-enlightened wisdom... to maintain their unity..." The old turtle fell asleep after saying that...

But as soon as he snored, he didn't know if he encountered a turbulence or something, the hopper of the wheelbarrow suddenly turned "inexplicably", and the old turtle was thrown down like a throwing object from a high altitude, and fell into the river below with a "thump". The splashing water irrigated the creatures within a radius of one kilometer on both sides of the river bank.

Zhang Ning drove into the water and took out the old turtle: "Look at you, why did you fall off the bed when you are asleep...hahaha."

"Yeah, um..." The old turtle opened his sleepy eyes and suddenly accelerated his speech, "From forward, um, fly forward! The demon bird wings in front must be delicious!"

After waking up after diving high altitude, the old turtle really recovered!

The wheels of the unicycle cart immediately transformed into Hot Wheels and rotated like flying!

——Zhang Ning felt heartbroken, but on the surface, he continued to enter a large amount of spiritual energy into the wheelbarrow.

It took only one breath of "burning turtle-filled sandwich" to catch up with the demon birds and rushed in.

This monster bird looks very interesting - its spine is exposed, with a scissor-like head connected to one end, and a slender tail with arrows in the shape of a small demon, and a thin wing like a sticky note paper. Their wings rarely wave, and their flight mainly depends on gliding.

The turtle rode a wheelbarrow and rushed left and right among the demon birds, "guadahahahahahahahahahaha..." and ate one fifth of the total.

Seeing this, the surviving demon bird flew away in panic, but the burning turtle sandwich did not chase them, but flew straight east...

"Well, um... it's very tepy, but its wings are too thin, which is much worse than flying shark fins..." After flying for a few kilometers, the old turtle was still squeaking his lips.

After the scissor-headed demon bird, Zhang Ning accompanied the old sea turtle to taste the fried egg slime mold (comments: soft, sticky, sticky and sticky lips), coal nest bee (comments: The wings are too thin and don’t chew, and the mouth is black after eating), Wuxi Liupi (wings are good-looking, but they are too hard, so you can see that their wings can only be straightened without bent), Arrow Pan shrimp (comments: There are too many stones, which hurts the mouth), Jie Li clam (comments: The meat is too firewood, the juice is small, and the taste is good)... In short, these monster flavors are not as delicious as he thinks of flying shark fins!

"You take me to meet the Four Demon Kings of the East, okay?" Zhang Ning tempted slowly.

"Yeah... the territorial sea of ​​the four demon kings... yah..." The old turtle suddenly accelerated his speech again: "The mountain ahead! Let's go!"

Zhang Ning sighed in his heart. He had something to ask for the turtle, so the old turtle opened his mouth to treat Zhang Ning as a taxi driver... It's a barely equivalent exchange, and he can also take the opportunity to collect some resources in the demon world.

...

"How long will it take to wait? It's been a day!" Zhang Ning jumped out of the Qiankun treasure snail and complained to the big tortoise shell lying on the yellow twisted vine.

The old turtle quickly stretched out his head and said briskly: "Wait a minute, there is something good...will come out soon...h...h..."

After hearing this, Zhang Ning sat on the mohua vine and watched.

They are now guarding the mouth of a cold spring with a gust of wind in a deep mountain forest.

The cold spring water is clean, and the surface is like iridescent oil film, just like gasoline dripping from the water.

After waiting for another cup of tea, a few inconspicuous bubbles emerged from an inconspicuous corner of the cold spring.

The old turtle jumped up and jumped into the cold spring with a "gulp".

After two breaths, he held a thorny back in his mouth, his body was smooth, with a fat head and big tail, and rushed out, and climbed up the twisted vine again at a speed that was not consistent with his figure.

The old turtle shook off the spring water on its body and bit off the neck of the second-thorn giant salamander.

"Sure enough, um..." The old turtle feasted impatiently after saying that.

What’s amazing is that whenever a piece of meat is bitten off from giant salamander, the muscle fat texture in the defect can form one by one “(??.??)”

...The blood is accompanied by cute face words, which is very foul.
Chapter completed!