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Seeing Jing Wuming killing his old lover Madam Mei without mercy, he replenished his flesh and blood power without even blinking.

The Spirit Turtle King trembled all over and knew immediately that he was in trouble.

Jing Wuming can kill the woman who has been with him day and night without any mercy, let alone the Spirit Turtle King?

At best, he was just an outsider! At present, Jing Wuming urgently needed flesh and blood to make up for his own shortcomings, while Lin Xuan and others had already escaped, while the remaining cultivators had already been refined to death by Jing Wuming.

For Jing Wuming, the flesh and blood of ordinary people, there are only hundreds of thousands of people.

Otherwise, there would be no increase in his cultivation.

The Spirit Turtle King should have known with his toes, who Jing Wuming is going to deal with next.

Although the Spirit Turtle King and Jing Wuming joined forces to set up a trap, the two of them are not the same, and they can even be said to have their own ulterior motives.

Now that the alliance has broken down, the Spirit Turtle King has a bad premonition and has escaped without thinking.

The escape method he used was to remove the golden beetle from the shell, and to give up his natal magic weapon, and to save his life! The turtle shell expanded rapidly and rose to the height of a mountain in the wind. The Spirit Turtle King used this as a trick to escape when the turtle shell suddenly became bigger! "Stay the green mountain here, and you are not afraid of burning firewood. Jing Wuming is now the thunder tribulation magic power obtained by borrowing the Dharma. Just wait for him to borrow the Dharma, I will ask him back thousands of times!"

The Spirit Turtle King groaned. Although he abandoned the turtle shell of his natal magic weapon, it would be a huge loss for the Spirit Turtle King.

But no one would say it was worth it to be able to save his life under Jing Wuming for this reason.

Faced with a crazy Thunder Tribulation Powerful Man, the Spirit Turtle King's move is wise.

A real man can bend and stretch, but Lin Xuan can beg for mercy when facing the powerful Jing Wuming. How could he not know this truth?

Tolerate ordinary people's inability to endure is the necessary quality for those who do great things! However, when the Spirit Turtle King was planning to ask Jing Wuming for advice in the future, he did not expect that he had captured himself with a big hand.

The Spirit Turtle King felt a chill on his neck, and felt a slight smoothness like a baby's skin, and tightly clamping his head like a big pliers.

With a huge force, he broke his head over and saw Jing Wuming, who was full of evil smile on his face.

"Brother Ling Turtle King, where do you want to go?"

Jing Wuming snorted coldly and looked at him with a grim smile, his eyes full of fierce intentions and killing.

"Jing Wuming..., can't kill me!"

The Spirit Turtle King was captured by Jing Wuming, and his heart fell to the bottom. He wanted to struggle, but he was afraid of angering Jing Wuming and ended up like Mrs. Mei.

He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and said tremblingly, his eyes full of fear.

"oh?

Can't I kill?

Why?"

Jing Wuming raised his eyebrows lightly and realized that the Spirit Turtle King was of some value. He did not take action immediately, but looked at him with a lot of fun, waiting for the following text of the eight demons and immortals.

The Spirit Turtle King is at a critical moment. If you are not careful, you may be in the future.

His little eyes rolled around uneasy twice, and countless thoughts flashed through his head.

With it! The Spirit Turtle King's pupils shrank, his head was bright, and he immediately said, "Only I, only I can help!"

Jing Wuming was impatient when he heard this, twisted his neck and said angrily: "Can you help me?"

What can I do to help me? Let me go if I have any farts!"

The Spirit Turtle King seemed to have grabbed the only life-saving straw in the torrent. He took a deep breath, and cold sweat oozed out of his head, saying word by word: "I... I have fame and need, it's that simple."

Jing Wuming's eyelids drooped slightly, he squinted his eyes at him, but the force in his hand tightened by two points.

His meaning is already very obvious. If the Spirit Turtle King Dog can't spit out any good ideas, his patience will reach its limit.

The Spirit Turtle King trembled all over and never dared to be arrogant again. He hurriedly said: "...Don't it require the flesh and blood of the monks to practice and break through?

Me, I can help!”

"In my reputation, I can help summon monks.

Think about it, killing me is just a short-term benefit, but keeping me will bring long-term benefits!”

"I have accumulated a little connection with the spiritual turtle king over the years, and thousands of cultivators have received my kindness..." "And... I have thirteen caves in Dawu Kingdom, and each cave has countless spiritual pills, magic weapons, and beauties..." The spiritual turtle king did not dare to say a lie at this time. If he did not make Jing Wuming happy, he would probably be the one who would suffer next.

In order to survive, all morality and reputation are false! If you die, you will lose nothing, not to mention that it will fall into Jing Wuming's hands, which is even more terrifying.

“…Look at what?”

The Spirit Turtle King looked at Jing Wuming with his eyes, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat, because his life was only in Jing Wuming's thoughts.

"I can't believe it when I'm cunning and too cunning."

But Jing Wuming did not believe it all. In the final analysis, he and the Spirit Turtle King are the same type of people.

He naturally knew that the Spirit Turtle King's methods and scheming would not be worse than himself, and he would never trust such a scheming person.

Unless there is any way to limit him and let the Spirit Turtle King become his own dog completely! When the Spirit Turtle King heard Jing Wuming's words, his body couldn't help but tremble. How could he not understand Jing Wuming's meaning?

But now, if he doesn't agree, he will have a dead end.

"I can make an oath with you, I am a demon clan, a demon immortal, I can offer the demon elixir to..." The Spirit Turtle King said tremblingly, but this trembling was not entirely fearful.

It is a kind of helplessness and surrender. Giving the most important demon pill of the demon clan to others is equivalent to giving his life to others.

At that time, Jing Wuming wants him to die, and he may die immediately as long as one thought arises.

But at the moment, the Spirit Turtle King of the Eight Demon Immortals has no second choice.

Either die or survive.

The Spirit Turtle King chose the latter.

He opened his mouth and spit out the demon pill from his body. Jing Wuming sneered: "Then I will accept it with a smile!"

Jing Wuming opened his mouth and swallowed the demon pill, and immediately put countless heavy restrictions and seals on it.

Even now, Jing Wuming has not believed in the Spirit Turtle King. What he is afraid of is that the Spirit Turtle King actually wants to detonate the Demon Pill and die with him.

So Jing Wuming immediately put countless restrictions on the right time and confirmed that the Spirit Turtle King was no longer threatened, so he felt relieved.

“Master…Master.

"For more than ten thousand years, since the Demon Lord Mingmie was sealed, the Spirit Turtle King said these two words for the first time.

When Jing Wuming heard this, he was very happy. How could he not be happy if he could accept the eight demon immortals as his younger brother?

"Okay, Xuanjia, I will do my business for me in the future. Don't worry, I won't treat you badly!"

Jing Wuming laughed and stroking his palms, and the Spirit Turtle King nodded and bowed, not daring not to refuse to obey.

But he knew in his heart that Jing Wuming could not believe what he said. He could even kill a confidant like Madam Mei without blinking. It would be a matter of a minute to kill him a Spirit Turtle King?

We must find a way to regain the demon pill from Jing Wuming, so that the Spirit Turtle King can regain freedom.

If he wants to regain the demon pill, he must survive in Jing Wuming's hands and become his minion... Lin Xuan... I hate him! A face appeared in the mind of the Spirit Turtle King, and the initiator of everything - Lin Xuan.

If it weren't for him, why would the Spirit Turtle King have such a field?

Degenerate to becoming a servant who inherits the Blood Demon?

"If one day I can be strong, I will kill the whole family!"

The Spirit Turtle King made a vow in his heart, unforgettable.

However, just when Jing Wuming and the Spirit Turtle King formed a master and servant, a long dragon made of torches had reached this place.

"This...what is this?"

Huge turtle shells filled the entire valley.

If the people of Baiwan Village were not familiar with the terrain here, they might have thought they had gone wrong and came to another mountainous area.

The spiritual turtle king's natal magic weapon, the big turtle shell, surged to the height of a mountain in the wind, blocking the way for the people of Baiwan Village.

"This, it seems...a turtle shell!"

Most of the people in Baiwan Village are fishermen and know everything about the sea.
Chapter completed!