It seems that at this mont, "Zhang Yi" has completely transford into the nesis of these vengeful spirits.
All the vengeful spirits fled in panic, but a few didn’t manage to escape in ti and were caught in "Zhang Yi’s" hands, devoured one by one, ending up in his stomach.
"Interesting, interesting!! Hee hee!!"
"Zhang Yi" uttered Yuanqi’s voice, looking forward.
As he scared away one vengeful spirit after another, the gates of hell quietly closed, and what followed was a fire of rebirth quietly ascending.
"Turns out it’s the [Undying] Ocean Scripture, probably at a level of 4 or 5 pages, no wonder this kid is so fearless."
"Zhang Yi" eyes with amusent, about to step forward, but seemingly sensing sothing, turned his head and glanced afar.
"Damned old man, his soul lingering endlessly, constantly guarding this kid? How co as soon as I descended, he rushed over here."
"Zhang Yi" frowned, murmuring in a low voice, he sensed the aura of a great enemy rapidly approaching, trying to prevent him from moving against Fang Yu.
However... still a bit distant at the mont.
He must act quickly!
Thinking of this, "Zhang Yi" imdiately launched himself forward, rushing directly in front of the fire of rebirth.
The fire, which could easily burn a Dragon Ship, crackled on "Zhang Yi’s" body, but he did not care at all. He extended his hand and pulled Fang Yu, who was gradually resurrecting from the flas, directly in front of him, then looked at Fang Yu with a seemingly smiling expression: "Kid, now quickly use your special ability, or you won’t have the chance!"
At this mont, Fang Yu had just erged from a chaotic and disordered state, feeling his body restored, flesh and blood beginning to regain, about to return to peak state.
But suddenly, a force directly pulled him from the flas, like pouring a basin of cold water on a sleeping person, jolting him awake from his chaotic state, eyes wide open, looking ahead.
The person who pulled him from the flas was undoubtedly Zhang Yi.
How could this be?!
Fang Yu was incredibly shocked inside.
Wasn’t Zhang Yi blown up on the spot by his self-destructive force? How was he not only alive but also able to ignore hellfire and drag him out from the flas?
God knows how shocked Fang Yu was at this mont.
But soon, Fang Yu ca to his senses.
Wrong!
This person is not Zhang Yi!
Zhang Yi’s aura, though intense, wouldn’t be so sinister, so mad.
The aura of the person in front, Fang Yu had sensed before, recognizing imdiately at this mont:
"Yuanqi, you are Yuanqi!"
"Not too stupid after all!"
"Zhang Yi", or rather Yuanqi’s clone, spoke in a low teasing voice, but his eyes did not show a sliver of human emotion, only endless cold and killing intent.
He extended his hand, directly reaching for Fang Yu’s head.
"If you don’t use your ability now, I’ll extract it from your body..."
Yuanqi spoke casually, his hand containing special Law power, making it impossible for even a Dragon Ship-level Captain to escape his grasp.
As long as his hand grips Fang Yu’s head, he can seal Fang Yu’s consciousness and extract everything from within Fang Yu’s body.
The earliest Evil Alchemists had attempted and innovated in this direction, Soul Splitting Alchemy being a subsequent utilization of this dark art.
At this mont, Yuanqi is perhaps the world’s only Evil Alchemist capable of extracting soone else’s abilities directly out of their body.
With excitent in his eyes, he was about to touch Fang Yu’s head.
But suddenly, an extrely strong force burst forth from within Fang Yu’s body.
"What is this?"
Yuanqi’s pupils contracted sharply, he hadn’t expected Fang Yu to use another power against him instead of that ability.
"Roar!"
A mighty dragon sound echoed, Yuanqi felt his arm go numb, his fingers that gripped Fang Yu suddenly releasing, letting Fang Yu escape.
"Ancestral Dragon’s Breath? Damn it!"
Sensing the power of Dragon’s Breath erupt from Fang Yu, Yuanqi couldn’t help but curse.
Under the influence of the Ancestral Dragon’s aura, his will within Zhang Yi’s body began to dissipate.
"Damn it, damn it, the old guy even gave this thing to the kid!!"
Yuanqi cursed, furious.
At this mont, Fang Yu might not have realized that he subconsciously used Dragon’s Breath to struggle, but inadvertently triggered the outbreak of Yuanqi’s internal injuries.
Earlier, because of Fang Yu, the Fisherman had gone to look for Yuanqi and fought him.
Yuanqi ultimately was defeated, unable to match the Fisherman, suffering quite so injuries.
Accumulation of ten thousand years is extraordinary.
Not only that, the Fisherman, after suffering under a curse for ten thousand years, had realized so thods of utilizing the curse for attack and assassination, leaving a curse power within Yuanqi.
And regardless of whether the source of the curse was Ren Zu or the Fisherman’s own ability, the origin is the [Ancient Holy Dragon Stone], the Ancestral Holy Dragon.
The Fisherman, harboring evil intentions, ahead "nurturing" Fang Yu’s ship, making it carry a power sourced from the [Ancient Holy Dragon Stone].
And this sourced power, when erupting at this mont, inadvertently resonated with the curse power implanted in Yuanqi’s body by the Fisherman.
If Yuanqi’s main body had co, he wouldn’t fear the resonance of Dragon’s Breath at this mont.
But he happened to descend using the will of a Water Clone at a very far distance, the power not perfectly complete.
Triggered by Fang Yu’s released Dragon’s Breath, the curse aura left within Yuanqi’s body exploded, dissolving the will in this Water Clone instantly.
"Damn it!"
Yuanqi could only curse, but the remaining will was insufficient to support the Water Clone to continue its action.
He glared viciously at Fang Yu, then his will dispersed, Zhang Yi’s body fell to the ground on the spot, losing its presence.
Leaving Fang Yu bewildered: "Uh... what happened..."
...
"Damn it! How could this kid have such good luck?!"
In a distant sea region, sitting across the void, Yuanqi suddenly experienced a fluctuation, then violently spat a mouthful of thick black blood.
The mont the thick black blood was spewed out, black light flowed, carrying erosive and ominous aura, dispersing into the world.
Yuanqi disregarded cursing, hurried to gather his spirit to suppress the curse power within.
"What is this infernal power, sticking like glue, impossible to shake off."
Yuanqi felt both anger and annoyance, couldn’t help but quietly mutter: "Perhaps when I return, I should find the president to remove the curse power within , after all the old man has lived ten thousand years, possessing mysterious ans, my misfortune is understandable."
"After I accomplish that task... even not reaching the pinnacle, probably able to advance further, then no longer fearing him."
Yuanqi muttered softly.
"Oh? Accomplish what task?"
At this mont, a cold voice suddenly resounded from the void beside.
Then a figure slowly erged from the void, gazing at Yuanqi, speaking coldly.
This figure donned a straw raincoat, with skin dry and cracked, like a rough texture forged by prolonged exposure to sunlight.
This person was undoubtedly the Fisherman.
He eyed Yuanqi with ancient calm, then spoke quietly:
"You and I had an agreent, only allowing subordinates to act, the main body must not act against Fang Yu, yet how could you violate our agreent?"
"You directly descended your will to strike Fang Yu."
Hearing the Fisherman’s words, Yuanqi’s eyes flickered, then sneered arrogantly, said flamboyantly: "Old man, don’t slander , I didn’t descend my main body, this ti it was my clone’s action, not breaking our agreent."
The Fisherman’s eyes were indifferent, rely gazing quietly at Yuanqi ahead.
After a while, the Fisherman took off the straw raincoat, revealing black, cracked skin on his arms, then slowly stepped forward:
"I’m afraid I’ll have to find you again for a good discussion on how will counts as main body acting..."
"Again? Think I’m afraid of you now?"
Yuanqi was troubled, cursing inwardly... yet could only helplessly rise, heading towards the Fisherman...
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