Chapter 488: Black Turtle Patching the Sky

Above the hidden mountain, [Sword Qi is Near] made a sound of sword, which was involuntary.

Therefore, after making the sword sound, it immediately chose to remain silent and tried to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

In front of Lu Xun, it always tried its best to maintain its pride, but the momentum of the sword attack just now was so exciting that it could not hold back at all!

——No, no, I kept screaming.

That's probably the case.

[Sword Qi is Near] It was suspended at the top of Cangshan Mountain. Although the sound of the sword was suppressed, the sword body could not help but tremble.

Some excited emotions will flow out from all parts of the body even if you cover your mouth.

The sword luck of the Five Continents is an extremely terrifying thing. It is rare for [Sword Qi is Near] to be merely excited rather than surrendering.

Now, perhaps as long as Lu Xun has a thought, the [Heart Sword] in his sword heart will take effect, and even a fairy sword can be directly knocked away!

The absorption of sword energy was slow to begin with, and coupled with the surrounding spiritual energy vortex that continued to flow into Lu Xun's body, his entire body remained suspended in the air. From a distance, he looked like an unconscious person being held up by endless air currents.

The surrounding clouds and mist are like a wall that penetrates the sky and the earth, standing in the distance, and the scene is particularly spectacular.

The only thing that made people feel frightened was that the crack in the sky seemed to be becoming more and more unstable.

At this moment, a figure slowly floated towards the sky.

He moved slowly, had a hunched back, and used a cane.

The surrounding spiritual energy vortex and strange phenomena of heaven and earth were too terrifying, even Shen Yan did not dare to approach easily, but this hunchbacked old man moved freely without any hindrance, but his movements were really too slow.

Gui Bo floated to the side of Lu Xun, with a kind smile on his face. He looked at Lu Xun with his eyes closed and nodded with satisfaction.

He is the master's old servant, which is equivalent to the old housekeeper of the family.

Seeing his young master making great achievements in his studies, the old servant naturally felt gratified.

After all, he had watched Lu Xun grow up.

The only black turtle in Tianchen Continent looked at Lu Xun again and then continued to fly high into the sky.

He looked down at the entire Demon Sect with a gentle gaze filled with deep thought and memories.

Until he flew higher and higher, and was infinitely close to the crack in the sky. The dumb old man raised his left hand, which was bony and covered with age spots, and gently lifted it up, and the entire land of the East Region began to tremble.

The high priest outside the Eastern Territory could feel the ground shaking.

"What happened!" The high priest had no idea how many times he had been shocked.

Then, he saw endless smoke and dust spreading out in all directions. Somewhere in the Eastern Region, it seemed that something huge was breaking out of the ground!

That’s Qingling City!

It was Qingling City, which had long been emptied and became a deserted city.

Outside Qingling City, Old Crocodile had already left with a group of Demon Sect disciples stationed in [Turtle’s Longevity]. As a great demon, he looked up at Gui Bo in the air, slowly lowered his head, and said respectfully:

"Meet the Great Saint of the Demon Clan!"

The demon clan ...the only remaining Great Sage, the last Great Sage!

At this moment, huge cracks began to appear in the land in Qingling City, and houses began to collapse. The shell of the black turtle broke out of the ground and slowly floated up.

Its appearance is equivalent to telling everyone that Qingling City is indeed built on the shell of a black turtle. This is not a legend, but a fact!

The black tortoise's shell was ridiculously large. As it floated in the air, it left a huge black shadow on the ground, as if night had fallen and the sky had darkened.

The high priest opened his eyes wide, looking at the scene in front of him, feeling somewhat unsure.

With such a feat that defies destiny, he had no confidence of winning.

In other words, if he were to fight Gui Bo one-on-one, he felt that he would definitely die!

"Is this the power of the Black Turtle Clan? The power of the Great Sage of the Demon Clan?" he said in his heart.

The black tortoise was conceived by heaven and earth, and according to legend it can live as long as heaven and earth.

But throughout history, no black turtle in Tianchen Continent has truly lived as long as the heaven and the earth.

Whenever a catastrophe strikes the world, the Black Turtle Clan can always be seen.

——Although the divine tortoise is long-lived, it still has its end.

Heaven and earth have given them everything, and they will give everything back to heaven and earth.

What the mute old man wanted to do was very simple. The crack in the sky left by the alien gods had endless hidden dangers. If it was allowed to spread, the entire Eastern Region would suffer a devastating disaster. What he wanted to do was to fill it up.

——Mend the crack in the sky!

The huge turtle shell flew higher and higher, and soon it landed on Gui Bo's palm.

Gui Bo was originally very thin, with skin and bones. Now, his extremely thin left hand was holding up a tortoise shell that was beyond imagination, which formed a huge contrast.

Gui Bo was a water-based demon cultivator. He circulated the spiritual power in his body and a blue airflow was generated, which wrapped up the turtle shell and slowly approached the crack in the sky.

The high priest watched the scene from afar and knew in his heart the gap between himself and the mute old man.

He suddenly realized that even with His Majesty's three clones, he might not be a match for the mute old man!

Unless His Majesty comes in person, I would be in danger if I rashly entered the Eastern Region just now!

"Fortunately, this black turtle is currently solving the crack in the sky, so it should not have time to take care of other things, right?" The high priest raised his hand to straighten his slightly crooked felt hat, thinking to himself.

Now may be the best time!

He never imagined that the plan put forward by the gods to detain the master failed to detain the master, but only detain one of the master's old servants.

What's even more outrageous is that if this old servant hadn't been delayed, he would most likely not be his opponent!

The high priest watched the tortoise shell getting closer and closer to the crack in the dome, ready to take action.

In his opinion, the moment the black tortoise shell touched the crack was the best time!

As long as he succeeded in one strike, he was confident that he could kill this gentleman's old servant in one fell swoop!

By then, he will be able to roam the entire Eastern Region at will.

…

Under the dome, azure air continued to spread around.

Guiberto's right hand, which was holding up the tortoise shell, was covered in blood.

His five fingers were twisted, and his wrinkled palm even looked deformed.

To fly up to such a high altitude, a huge amount of strength is needed, not to mention that he has to hold up the turtle shell and resist the force spreading around the crack.

This made him feel a little tired.

Later on, not only the palm, but even the entire left arm had problems.

Gui Bo was already hunchbacked, and now, his back is even more hunched .

The terrifying pressure in the cave was all exerted on him alone, and he had to bear it all by himself.

The last black turtle in the world, the last great sage of the demon race, is trying to turn the tide!

The mute old man's movements were still the same as before, looking slow, but at least steady enough.

He looked down at the land on which he had lived for so many years that he could not remember how many years he had lived.

The surging water-based spiritual power emanating from him caused rain to begin falling around him.

A drizzle began to fall throughout the Eastern Region.

If a person's emotions are expressed through his mouth, it would be a bit unfair to the mute.

The mute old man cannot speak, but he has a deep love for this world.

Raindrops fall on the ground...