Capítulo 1143: Chapter 515: Taiyang Kidnapped_4
In the island, there was an inexplicable creature bound by Tao Chains, already muddled, instinctively tasting the vitality of the outsiders.
In the end, the group felt sullen, sensing they were too passive.
Before long, a drop of green liquid appeared in each of their bodies, brimming with vitality.
Qin Ming circulated the “Zhu Shi Scripture” here, attracting the dense and overwhelming power of grass and wood, sensing that the quality of the wood attribute essence Qi here was astonishingly high.
His heart stirred, wondering if refining so of it could help him push the Longevity Sword Intent to a higher domain, or even approach the Longevity Tao Body.
“This place is also entangled with endless sins!” Qin Ming dared not absorb it directly but repeatedly refined it, collecting the green power of grass and wood, preparing to take it out for thunder purification.
The tortoiseshell large boat set sail again, and slaughter ca as scheduled!
This ti, Shi Shiyong and the Massive Insect went head-to-head, resulting in Er Chong’s tragic death, He Xilan being killed, Qin Ming opening the golden silk parasol to block in front of him, while Old Yang sat on the boat’s edge with a pallid face, ready to jump off at any ti.
The Massive Insect carried a rare Ancestor Talisman, half of which had already been burned, barely holding off Shi Shiyong’s attack, his gaze icy, saying nothing.
Fu Bao, with a pair of silver bat wings trembling, originally a dashing middle-aged man, now pale, felt sothing ominous, realizing that this endless journey would inevitably see him sacrificed.
Upon reaching the third station, the group saw a Kun several thousand miles long, slapping the waves in the vast ocean.
In the end, six drops of black liquid fell and disappeared into the bodies of the five people.
Qin Ming practiced here, extracting a mysterious water attribute substance, also perated with endless “sins,” which he also prepared to take away.
He gradually ca around, suspecting that collecting five kinds of rare dicine liquids corresponding to the Five Elents, and finally refining them to produce a Divine dicine, might be the way to extend life by half a lifeti?
On the road, no one spoke, the atmosphere was indescribably oppressive.
Qin Ming also felt burdened, realizing there was actually a Great Grandmaster among them, and he had to be fully prepared as a single mistake could result in complete obliteration.
By now, he largely knew who it was.
A mont later, golden words appeared: “Need to lighten the load, drop two people.”
At this pace, most likely only two people would endure until the life extending Divine dicine was complete.
With a loud crash, this ti Shi Shiyong and the Massive Insect simultaneously attacked Old Yang and Qin Ming, feeling a heavy sense of suspicion towards them.
As for Fu Bao, Shi Shiyong had already searched his consciousness personally and had ruled him out.
Qin Ming leapt off the large boat in advance, using the golden silk parasol to withstand the terrifying aftermath.
Even so, an imnse force caused him to bleed from the seven orifices, his body tumbling endlessly above the glowing ocean. Without the boat’s protection, he felt an unbearable, terrifying heat rising from the sea surface.
Luckily, he had tried before and, using his “Refining Body and rging Tao Scripture” along with the “Extre Golden Body Scripture,” could glide across the night sky for a brief ti without fatal issues.
On the ship, a great battle broke out, and Old Yang shed his humble deanor, standing tall and repeatedly fending off the attacks of the Massive Insect and Shi Shiyong, shattering their last talisman paper.
Fu Bao widened his eyes in disbelief, realizing that it wasn’t the rumored High Priest arriving, nor the terrifying Old Worm appearing, but rather this humble sheep “reviving,” akin to a peerless expert, with an indescribable charisma.
Old Yang’s gaze was unique, viewing powerful figures like the Massive Insect and Shi Shiyong as ants.
However, as Old Yang fought, he also paid a huge price, his body appearing to be undergoing ascension, with parts of his flesh drying and turning to ash.
“Originally, I wished to coexist peacefully with you all, why insist on taking it seriously? Wouldn’t it be better to journey to the end in peace?” Old Yang’s voice was calm, seemingly oblivious to the physical pain.
“You are… a God!” The Massive Insect, seeing his Ancestor Talisman shatter and his own body disintegrate, was filled with terror, having realized the truth.
Shi Shiyong also despaired, his voice trembling, “You are a degenerate True God, standing in the Seventh Realm without having changed your life form, yet now you are decaying, aging, undergoing ascension, and falling to the Grandmaster Realm!”
Their deaths were inevitable, their eyes lost their spark, as they couldn’t compete against their opponent despite his degeneration.
Qin Ming clutched the decayed fan obtained from the Feixian Mountain remnant vein, returning to the large boat, remaining highly vigilant and on guard.
Fu Bao sat down heavily, knowing he had no way out.
Old Yang was very calm, looking at Qin Ming, his tone calm and clear, “Why have we co this far? Collecting Immortality dicine. I actually wish to coexist peacefully with you, there is no aning in fighting.”
“I also wish to coexist peacefully with the senior,” Qin Ming responded earnestly.
Ti was on his side, and the old man’s ascension accelerated after he took action.
However, this was no ordinary figure; he was once a peerless expert, living to the end of his lifespan, frightening just to think.
“That’s good.” Old Yang nodded.
Then he added, “Actually, I could have beco a Heavenly God; I was plotted against back then.”
Clearly, this was also an intangible deterrent, preventing the young Qin Ming from making rash judgnts.
Upon reaching the fourth station, they collected Earth Elent Treasure Liquid.
On the road again, Fu Bao sighed, feeling desolate, knowing it was his ti to leave.
“Just one more,” Qin Ming prepared to act, believing the fifth station might be where they finally refine the last Divine dicine, and if Old Yang persists to that mont and ingests the Big dicine, Qin Ming himself would surely die, decayed fan in hand or not.
Old Yang seed to see through sothing and quickly spoke, “Don’t rush, let’s have the local golden will bear witness, you and I make a contract, coexist peacefully, and have it send us off from different exits upon departure.”
“Old Huang, is such a contract effective?” Qin Ming asked secretly.
If it really ca to a fight, he wasn’t confident, given that this was a monster devolved from the Seventh Realm, who knew how terrifying a dying strike could be.
The golden silk parasol said, “I’ll need to see the process to know.”
The golden will appeared, finally agreeing, text manifesting: “You two, sowhat interesting, granted!”
Qin Ming and Old Yang perford a complex ritual, invoking the rules here and establishing so sort of contract.
The golden silk parasol inford him that this ritual was effective, and at least for two or three years it could not be broken.
Afterward, Old Yang extracted a consciousness from within, that of a gnoll at the Grandmaster Level.
Old Yang was not possessed; this was his true form, but he had captured a Grandmaster originally intending to use it for the Substitute Death Technique at a critical mont, which now ca into use.
The gnoll roared, but it couldn’t change a thing.
Fu Bao and the gnoll beca the sacrifices for the last station.
At the fifth station, Qin Ming and Old Yang each acquired Golden dicine Liquid, confirming that the Five Elents Treasure dicine had rged into one, granting them both a half-life-extending Divine dicine.
Old Yang was already impatient; his body near shattering, undergoing ascension, barely holding on, hurriedly swallowed the dicine with Five Colored Light rushing skyward.
At the sa ti, his body blurred, about to be transported away.
“Little friend, see you again.” These were Old Yang’s final words here.
“Farewell, senior!” At that mont, the red ocean wave surged, also carrying Qin Ming away.
As Qin Ming burst out from the giant dark exit, soaring on the wind, he looked down and involuntarily gasped.
The exit was a vast abyss, the glowing red ocean gushing partly out of it.
Qin Ming’s expression turned solemn, seeing the abyss like a huge mouth, the spewing red seawater akin to a streak of blood at the mouth’s corner.
Quickly, the sea retreated, the abyss vanished leaving an enormous expanse of Black Land, which then faded away, disappearing under a layer of Yellow Earth, presumably left underground.
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