"**, Lao Tie, didn't you say that you have encountered a giant turtle before?" The mouse hid at the end and poked his head to look at the ferocious-looking demon.

"How did I know? That one is not smaller than this one, isn't it? Why is he so good?"

At this time, there was no time to talk here. The old turtle raised his sharp mouth and spat out a stream of sticky substance. Fortunately, the Yin Yang Saint had the golden dragon cassock with him, so he quickly covered his body, and the sticky substance was sprinkled on him.

The corrosive effect began to occur on his body, and white particles appeared on his cassock, and wisps of corrosive white smoke rose up.

The golden dragon with the golden thread in the cassock suddenly spit out an orb from its mouth. The orb suddenly lit up, drying up all the sticky porridge liquid around it. The golden dragon cassock regained its tranquility, and the five-clawed golden dragon remained motionless.

He stood on the cloak with his teeth and claws open, as if the scene that just happened was all our hallucinations.

Nalan Rongbai rushed forward, opened his withered claws and slashed at the huge sharp point of the thousand-year-old turtle. Every nail of the old man's withered claws was like a sharp dagger, making the old turtle's skin and flesh split open, but this old man

The turtle is too big. To it, these are just superficial wounds and will not help at all.

This time not only did not hurt its vital parts, but it completely angered it. It opened its sharp mouth and took a sharp breath. This energy was very strong. The strong adsorption force made our bodies move little by little into the hall.

Even though each other was pulling each other's bodies, they still couldn't stop the breath in their belly. Nalanhong came up with a plan and used all his inner strength to insert the golden dragon rod into the cave wall. We quickly stretched out our hands to hold it.

He tightened the golden coiled dragon stick and barely stopped the castration.

"Uncle Rong, run!" Nalanhong shouted.

Nalanhong was closest to the old turtle. He was so skinny that he could not withstand this huge suction force. His body was sucked to his mouth by it, and he was about to be swallowed by the big guy. His two limbs

One hand tightly pinched the old turtle's upper and lower jaw fangs to support it.

The Yin-Yang Sage wanted to save him, but he could not save himself at this moment. With one hand, he clung to the edge of the cave wall, turned around and looked at the position of the old turtle, and with the other hand, he flicked out a soul-devouring Hades insect from his sleeve.

, the little bug was sucked directly into the mouth of the thousand-year-old turtle by this huge adsorption force and swallowed into its stomach.

After a while, the little bug began to work in its belly. Its violence gradually subsided a bit, its mouth closed, and the strong airflow finally stopped.

Even if Nalan Rongbai ignored life and death, he could not help but let out a sigh of relief after regaining a new life from the edge of death. He stumbled back, glanced at the Yin Yang Saint with his dead fish eyes, and said casually: "Thank you.

Old thief."

"Don't do this, Pindao is not here to save you, he is here to save these children. It's not over yet. The soul-devouring King of Hell is too young. It's okay to deal with living people, but I'm afraid it will be..."

As expected of an old tomb robber, what he said was so accurate. Before he finished speaking, the thousand-year-old turtle opened its eyes again, squirmed its limbs and crawled towards us. But it was too big.
Chapter completed!