An old turtle that has cultivated for eight hundred years
After the God of War, Situ Zhantian, had Li Tiankui and the others settled in, he was worried about Lao Luozi and was about to leap into the sea to help him.
boom--
A dazzling light shot out, and Old Luo's huge, broken iron pot instantly enveloped the entire Hong Kong Island, locking it firmly in place and rendering it unable to move.
Old Luo Guozi leaped up from the sea, his figure as agile as a dragon, and cast various magical seals into the broken pot.
The enormous, broken pot shone brightly, covered with mysterious runes.
The God of War, Situ Zhantian, soared into the sky and fought alongside Lao Luo Guozi. His magical seals, like dragons and tigers, hovered inside the broken pot.
"Senior brother, did you see it clearly? What exactly is that down there?"
Old Luo's expression was unusually solemn, and his gaze was cold.
"It's a giant old turtle, which has been cultivating for at least eight hundred years."
"This old turtle is very powerful. I can't stop it for long. I need to think of another way."
Hiss~
Situ Zhantian was taken aback and gasped.
The Song family actually found an old turtle that had cultivated for eight hundred years and was carrying Hong Kong Island to seek refuge in the United States.
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would believe it?
On the other hand, the fact that Lao Luoguozi was able to briefly trap the old turtle is enough to show how unfathomable his cultivation level is.
"Senior brother, what should we do?"
Currently, Ye Feng is hunting down Song Jingang in the United States, and there is no one else available in China.
Unless those heroic spirits can manifest.
Otherwise, with their small numbers, they wouldn't even be enough to feed the turtles.
We can swallow any number of them that come.
roar--
Suddenly, a roar came from below the island, and Old Luo Guozi's broken pot was blown away on the spot.
An invisible pressure pierced through the broken pot, instantly sending Situ Zhantian flying. He coughed up a mouthful of blood mid-air, his eyes filled with horror.
Old Luo Guozi flashed out a series of magic seals with his hands, attempting to suppress the broken pot.
Another roar came from below the island, and the seawater churned and surged like boiling water.
A huge turtle head emerged from the sea, as big as a small mountain, and protruded nearly a hundred meters above the surface.
Seawater flowed continuously down its head, like a series of waterfalls.
He immediately smashed Old Luo Guozi's broken pot away, his roar shaking the heavens and shattering the starry sky.
The nearest dozen or so warships were instantly shattered, with blood mist constantly exploding and screams echoing one after another.
In mid-air, the massive wreckage of a warship, engulfed in flames, plummeted into the sea.
This includes several US warships.
roar--
The old turtle roared again, and the terrifying sound waves smashed through the dozen or so Great Xia warships blocking its path, destroying them as easily as if they were made of paper.
Song Qingce, the patriarch of the Song family and father of Song Jingang, rose into the air from the Song family mansion and shouted an arrogant message at the God of War, Situ Zhantian.
“Situ Zhantian, no one can stop Hong Kong from joining the United States. You bunch of people should all die.”
Not far away, cheers of victory erupted from the American warships.
Although we were accidentally injured by the old turtle, compared to gaining the entire Hong Kong Island, this loss is nothing.
The enormous turtle carried Hong Kong Island, cutting through the waves with unstoppable speed, creating towering waves.
"court death!"
Old Luo's eyes gleamed, and his bones cracked as he suddenly straightened up, transforming into a giant over a hundred feet tall. He raised his massive foot and stomped down on the giant turtle's head.
A vast shadow of death loomed over the sea.
roar--
The old turtle roared, and the terrifying sound waves surged, causing Old Luo Guozi to stagger back several steps.
But the broom in his hand also struck the old turtle, leaving streaks of blood on its face.
Enraged, the turtle opened its blood-red maw, ready to swallow the old hunchback whole. Its sharp fangs, like gleaming steel knives, were several meters long.
Buzz—
The broken pot flew over and blocked the attack for Lao Luo, sending up a shower of sparks.
The broken pot wasn't even bitten into pieces; not even a tooth mark was left.
It is indeed a rare treasure.
With this broken pot, Lao Luo's pot was enough to defend himself, but it couldn't stop the old turtle.
The old turtle went berserk, creating towering waves at sea.
Old Luo Guozi retreated helplessly, his eyes filled with resentment and solemnity.
Whoosh whoosh——
One shell after another flew toward the old turtle.
The bombers of Daxia circled in the air, their fierce firepower concentrated on the old turtle.
But this old turtle has thick skin and tough flesh, so these ordinary firearms can't hurt it at all.
A giant claw emerged from the sea, ripped down several bombers circling in mid-air, and destroyed them instantly, sending up bursts of fire.
In a short time, the casualties were heavy.
Someone suggested to the military genius that they use nuclear weapons to completely destroy this old turtle.
The proposal was immediately rejected by the God of War.
Nuclear weapons have a large destructive range, capable of covering the entire Hong Kong Island.
Even if the old turtle is killed, the more than 30 million ordinary people living on Hong Kong Island will be completely wiped out.
If we continue for another ten nautical miles, we will leave the Great Xia Sea and enter international waters.
By then, it will be even more difficult to stop them.
The world's attention has turned to this, with some gloating, some feeling sorry, and others angry.
"Hehe, in the end, the United States is still one step ahead. Hong Kong Island is definitely going to belong to the United States this time."
"It's such a pity that so many people died. It really shouldn't have happened."
"Damn it, the US is going too far, this is blatant robbery."
A large group of soldiers surrounded the God of War, requesting him to give orders.
"God of War, are we just going to stand by and watch that old turtle carry Hong Kong Island to the United States?"
"God of War, please give the order quickly. We'll fight that beast to the death if necessary."
"We martial artists should protect our homes and country. If our land is taken away, what face do we have to live in this world?"
The God of War was even more conflicted, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse and low.
"Shut up, all of you."
He couldn't just stand by and watch his men go to their deaths.
The old turtle was about to break out of the Great Xia Sea.
Suddenly, a majestic voice came from underwater.
"You beast!"
The sound was very abrupt, as if it came from another time and space, containing the might of the Great Dao.
creak—
The turtle braked suddenly, its scales bristling, and its cold eyes filled with seriousness, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.
The waves ahead rolled and automatically receded to the sides.
A handsome young man emerged from the crowd, dressed in a white robe and holding a sharp sword whose blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
“I am Ao Erlong, the second prince of the South Sea Dragon King. Considering your 800 years of cultivation, I will give you a chance to live. Go back quickly and protect Hong Kong Island.”
"I, the Crown Prince, will pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Ao Erlong's voice was resounding and filled with murderous intent...
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