Calling at the sea that ten thousand-year-old turtle?

Yang Gan is definitely not looking for death.

At least that's what he thinks himself.

Since he imprisoned the little turtle and tried to kill it, he was only punished by a water column. It can be seen that this big turtle is definitely much easier to talk to than he thought.

Of course, no matter how easy it is to talk about, it is still a giant beast. It can spray a few hundred meters of water and lift up a few of his own faults. Yang Gan didn't intend to challenge the bottom line of others. It is necessary to keep a proper distance.

He stood in the place where he was attacked by the water column just now and shouted.

The sea tides are bursting, and the voice of the giant crocodile demon is extremely destined to be.

"You come out..."

"You are so big, you are not so petty, right? What should I say?"

“…”

As the sun sets, the giant demon standing by the sea is like a resentful woman calling for the despair of return. It is simply crying and every word is resentful.

Yang Gan really regrets this time.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the old turtle was a wise creature, with such powerful mental power, and his actions were hidden. In short, Yang Gan could not describe the feeling that the old turtle gave him. Anyway, he was standing by the beach, shouting and thinking, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it.

If I had known that the "little turtle" that was several times bigger than me, there was such an old turtle behind it. Yang Gan said that he would not have taken it ashore for any trouble.

It's too late to regret it now. After calling for so long, the old turtle didn't come out. I guess he didn't plan to see himself again.

In the next few days, Yang Gan and a few companions set up camp on this beach.

There are constant prey on the beach, and you can even go to the cliff to get a few winged dragon eggs; or catch a few sea fish in a bay not far away when the tide is low; or go to the river not far away to catch some freshwater fish and change the recipe.

Every day, watch the endless sea with high and low tides, blow the constant sea breeze every day, and enjoy the sunrise and sunset on the sea, the days are not bad.

The only regret is that I knew there was a ruin under the sea, but unfortunately I didn’t dare to go down and catch it.

Before he completely declared peaceful coexistence with the two big turtles, Yang Gan felt that he had to wait patiently and then go down again to discover ruins or something. After all, the ruins are always there. But he only has one life.

I don’t know how many old turtles in the sea are left. Even if the old turtle doesn’t pursue him, if the turtle gathers dozens of brothers and sisters to cause trouble for him, even if he grows two layers of scales, it is not enough for others to chew on him.

Just wait and wait day by day, wandering around here during the day every day to check the surrounding situation, or yell at the sea a few times; practicing honestly at the sea at night, hoping that one day when you wake up, you will suddenly reach the level of control of the old turtle's breath.

"Jiji..."

“Wow…”

Xiaoqing and Chuxia were playing in the distance, and the queen was lazy and unable to cheer up, and so was Yang Gan.

Although the scenery of this beach is good, with cliffs and rugged rocks. There are forests by the sea further away, red, green, white and various. The forest here looks like a kind of tree, with similar colors and looks very pure.

Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, there are times when you get tired of seeing it. Yang Gan waited and finally became impatient.

It is a blessing or not a disaster. It is a disaster that cannot be avoided.

With this idea, Yang Gan plunged into the sea and headed straight for the remains of the captive sea turtle.

This time, Yang Gan was no longer as cautious as last time, and did not dare to move around when he saw anything; this time he opened his head and started to damage the ruins at the bottom of the sea.

Some of the animals growing on the stone, whether it is a plant or an animal, were removed so that he could directly see the surface of the stone; those coral stones with different shapes, such as those that could be overturned, were overturned and looked at it.

Those sea snake venoms hiding in corals and various creatures hiding in the mud and sand, without exception, were driven out of their homes.

The entire sea area gradually became turbid, and soon, the giant crocodile demon was left to search there alone.

Yang Gan, who dared to do this, was not angry or angry, nor was he not afraid of the poisonous snake jellyfish in the sea, but rather - he brought down a tree.

A tree with very small leaves and many branches by the sea. Remove the roots and then repair some unnecessary branches and leaves, which is a super big broom.

With such a "tool", all the sea snake jellyfish that are several meters long have to escape.

If it weren't for digging and being on guard against the possible revenge of the little turtle, Yang Gan would have been faster.

Even so, in just two days, Yang Gan had almost cleaned up the areas that could be cleaned up.

After all, there is water everywhere in the sea, so it is easy to clean things. Then he sent buoyancy to the distance, which was no better than when he was in the boulder plain, he had to find a way to find a place to settle the little bit of soil.

Unfortunately, the harvest here is obviously not very satisfactory.

The ruins on the boulder plain can also be distinguished based on the excavated stone piles, where is the yard, where is the house, etc. Here, there are purely a few stones.

Maybe there is still some below, but Yang Gan was unable to clean it up at this time. It is more likely that this is the sea. Maybe there are only a few big rocks washed away by water, and the other parts are not here at all.

Putting aside the big tree trunk on his claws, the sunflower floated in the turbid sea water, and used his fingernails to pick up the patterns, hoping to see if this actually means it.

Such patterns seem to be fixed, he has seen them on the boulder plain, and they are still the case here.

But there are only three or four stones with patterns here.

The claws unconsciously followed the strange tracks. Yang Gan thought about it but still couldn't think of what the meaning was.

Suddenly, an undercurrent surged, and he subconsciously waved his tail, and his body moved slightly, and he got rid of the momentum brought by the water flow.

When he used his claws to touch the stripes carved on the stone wall, he found that his claws had never left the stone wall at all, but were moving along a mark.

He was stunned.

After a while, he began to devote himself to the imitation of the stripes. When the sea water gradually became clear, he left the seabed, and then twisted his head above the stone slabs and looked at the stripes carefully.

Then his tail swayed gently, and his body drew a strange arc in the sea water.

He is imitating the trajectory of those stripes.

This is his whimsical idea.

In fact, if any wise life has been lonely for many years and he has not gone crazy, then any strange thoughts he has is not surprising.

Just now, when the undercurrent came, he just used to swing his tail to offset the momentum of the currents. Perhaps because he had been unconsciously imitating those trajectories, his movements had a hint of imitation.

As a result, he found that this action seemed to be able to better offset the power brought by undercurrents in the sea.

Once, twice, three times...

It was just a momentary whim. When he began to really let his body swim according to those trajectories, he found that when the undercurrents surged in the sea, he could become more comfortable.

The sky gradually became late, and the surrounding vision became much worse. However, Yang Gan, immersed in these strange patterns, still unaware of it, and he kept asking himself to repeat the movements one by one.

When he found that there was an extra turtle not far away, he was almost scared to death.

Almost instantly, he swung his tail and quickly moved away from the turtle, and then became alert to the big turtle.

It should be the little turtle captured by him. It seems that this guy is definitely not visiting him. Because at this time it was using the cover of corals on the seabed and other places to approach him. If it hadn't just cleaned up the surroundings, it would have been approached by him.

My sudden reaction should have surprised it. After seeing that I was on guard, the guy began to slowly retreat.

Very dangerous!

He could imagine that if he was caught by the other party, it would definitely not be a good thing. He originally thought they had left, but it seemed that he was wrong.

Thinking about the carelessness just now, Yang Gan really wanted to slap himself in the face, but thinking about his claws, how bad would it be if he disfigured himself?

Watching the turtle leave, Yang Gan suddenly felt that the turtle's round body was swimming, and the shadows of the stone wall stripes he had just imitated.

He felt that he was starting to become suspicious, but he couldn't help thinking this in his heart.

It was already dark, and he didn't plan to stay at the bottom of the sea for a long time, so he turned around and quickly floated out of the sea and rushed towards the shore.

When the stars were everywhere at night, Yang Gan gave up his cultivation, but instead kept outlining those strange lines in his mind under the stars.

What kind of civilization is that civilization that has left behind its remains?

Yang Gan was full of doubts.

Big monsters like animals and plants, strange evolutionary stones, and winged flying dragons; now there are one more strange stripes that can be used when swimming in the sea.

With just preliminary exercise, Yang Gan felt that his body was much tired than usual. It seemed that if he wanted to integrate this trajectory into his instinct, he would definitely take a lot of time to exercise.

But Yang Gan was not afraid. What he was afraid of wasting his time was that there was nothing he could do.

If you incorporate these actions into your instinct, will you be swimming faster in the sea water? You don’t have to deliberately defend against those sudden undercurrents?

Could it be that the builders of these ancient ruins are actually the intelligent life of the ocean?

As he thought about it, Yang Gan couldn't help but stand up and began to experiment step by step along the striped trajectories in his memory on the shore.

There is always a time when the answer is revealed, so let yourself explore it little by little! To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (.) to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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