"You are also the person arranged by Immortal Lord Qinzhihuaqing... eh, demon?"

"Most of the remaining demon clans in the East are um. If not for this, Dongyang would have been lost long ago..."

Is it true that the old turtle acted as his tour guide under the instructions of the Immortal?!

——It feels so good to be protected by a boss!

It's a pity that he was thrown out of the fairy world without saying a word. I wonder if he will be able to see the immortal face again when he gathers all the Xuantian rare treasures and opens the Xuantian magic circle. Then he must express his gratitude in person!

And the old turtle tour guide arranged by the Immortal Lord for him... I haven't seen him perform any natal spells so far. Maybe the Wuzhu Demon Clan's status in the world comes from their "practicality" - they are popular because they are useful...

The Wuzhu clan is really all tool turtles! And the Qiantong Canyon... Qiantong... is actually a lottery stick!...(￣?￣)...

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One turtle and one person swam for a day and night on the complicated seabed. The seawater gradually turned stone green, and the underwater environment became increasingly harsh. The seawater was mixed with mp2.5-mp250 dust particles, and large and small floating particles were floating on the sea surface.

The gray porous pumice is as small as loofah pulp, as if they were swimming into a pot of stone-green mud soup.

It can be seen that the submarine volcanoes nearby should be in an active period.

The seawater is filled with a pungent smell that is 125 times stronger than sulfur soap... No wonder this place is called the Stinky Sea. For monsters and monsters with a sensitive sense of smell, this smell must be even more unbearable.

After traveling for another hour and entering the range of the submarine volcano, the hot gas spurted out from the top of the volcanic dome, and the red lava flow flowed downward along the cone. The lava flow in front quickly cooled and solidified, and the lava flow behind continued.

The outflow slowly raised the crater. Lava also overflowed at the foot of the volcano, forming criss-crossing submarine lava rivers.

The temperature here is extremely high, and Zhang Ning's spiritual energy is consumed quickly. Fortunately, it can be quickly replenished through the Qiankun Treasure Snail. However, on the other hand, the wear and tear of the formation chess is also accelerated. He must always pay attention to the operation of each virtual acupuncture point.

In such a harsh environment, there are still sea monsters -

Countless square shellfish opened and closed on the burnt black shore of the lava river. The outside of the shells was bright red with golden patterns; the inside was beige, and the mussels were covered with black patterns... It looked like

A living certificate of honor!

There are dozens of large fish as long as a pointer swimming above the lava river.

The physical characteristics of these big fish are similar to the Spanish mackerel in Zhang Ning's world. The difference lies in their fins - their fins are like boots made of woven reeds! They swing clumsily and ridiculously.

The big fish screamed "Bow, Zip, Boop," staring eagerly at the shellfish below, and when they saw the opportunity, they swooped down and swallowed a "certificate of honor" alive!

The shellfish did not sit still and fought back by rolling quickly and then tightly clamping the fins of the opponent's reed boots.

The big fish whose fins were clipped off was unable to maintain its balance, screamed "Aba, Aba" and fell into the lava, turning into a volcanic stone grilled fish.

"Hmm, this is the reed-booted fin," the old turtle said slowly, "but its reed-booted fins will melt at the touch of a touch, so don't take it by force..."

Zhang Ning pointed to the red shell that he was feasting on and suggested: "How about we use shells to hold the fins of the reed boots?"

"Yeah," the old turtle nodded, "Absolutely not, the blood oysters will turn into foam if they leave this place."

"Then how to solve this problem of the Yew Sea Dragon Demon King?"

"Follow me..." The old turtle flipped sideways and swam diagonally downward.

Zhang Ning followed closely and soon felt that the temperature of the sea water was dropping.

After swimming for about a kilometer, the old turtle slowly landed on the edge of a trench.

The milky yellow net-shaped seaweed growing in the trench sways with the current, giving off a slight coolness.

"If you want to preserve the fins of the reed-shoe, you need to use this kind of seaweed - the ret-shoe doesn't dare to come here. If you accidentally get entangled in this kind of seaweed, it will starve to death."

"It's true that one thing descends from another. What's the name of this seaweed?" Zhang Ning asked.
Chapter completed!