Capítulo 1249: Chapter 80: Gift from the Green-Robed Guest, Angelica Supre in the World
The old Siming shouted loudly, then began to cough violently, spitting a cloud of volcanic ash from his mouth. This Yin Yang Family Grandmaster looked even more bedraggled than before.
He resembled soone who had crawled out of a burning building.
His clothes were full of holes of varying sizes, his white hair standing up like it had exploded, and he had a fair amount of black dust on him. The old Mystic Turtle was also in a pitiful state.
The old Siming raised his head, looked around, and saw the silver-haired man sitting by the volcano, dressed in a black robe. His silver hair was tied with a strand of flowing wind, holding only a fishing rod, fishing in the molten lava of the volcano, his expression calm and vast, like an immortal being.
This ford a stark contrast with the bedraggled old Siming.
This place was not ordinary fire, even sharp treasure weapons would lt instantly.
Yet he stood apart, seemingly unaffected.
If seen by others, he would surely be regarded as a celestial being descending.
Yet once he spoke, he disrupted that ethereal celestial presence, as the Whale Hunter said: “Old man, you’ve been searching for dozens of days, haven’t found it yet?!”
“So hard to find!”
“Did you throw his arm into a cesspit?!”
The celestial deanor was shattered in an instant.
The old Siming sat on the Mystic Turtle’s back.
The Mystic Turtle carried the old Siming into the air, as the old Siming cursed and grumbled:
“You’re so pious, you’re so great!”
“Over a month you’ve been sitting there fishing, fishing and fishing, what have you caught? Is it not who has been climbing up and down?!”
The Whale Hunter replied: “This volcano is the gathering place of Heaven and Earth Fire Elent, one being the Extre North Fire, the other being the Fla Mountain of the Western Regions. In such Primordial Qi abundant places, Spiritual Charm can nurture, with Fire Essence transforming into fish, swimming endlessly.”
“They look quite beautiful, I want to bring so back for my daughter.”
“They are fun to play with.”
The bamboo basket beside the Whale Hunter surprisingly held gold-red fire, yet like water, with several fish of varying sizes swimming within it, shining like gold brilliance, belonging to one of the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures: Fire Essence.
Martial Artists of the Sixth Layer Heaven, if aided by this item, could increase the chance by ten percent of stepping into the realm of Grandmaster.
Indeed a Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure.
However, this item is cunning, and its growing environnt is extrely harsh. Even Martial Artists of the Sixth Layer Heaven, ultimately not yet Grandmasters, fail to take that crucial step and cannot withstand the environnt of volcanic lava for long.
The Whale Hunter has spent this month catching playthings for his daughter.
After the Western Regions, he remained cold towards Shaking Light.
Upon leaving, his talks endlessly revolved around his daughter.
The old Siming’s ears were nearly growing calluses.
Muttering a few words, the Whale Hunter heard and said:
“It’s not who threw it in.”
“Besides, aren’t you riding the Mystic Turtle down?”
“If anyone has done a great job, it should be the Mystic Turtle.”
The old Siming jumped and cursed profusely.
The old Mystic Turtle nodded in approval, deeply agreeing.
The Whale Hunter swung his fishing rod, pulling both the old Siming and the Mystic Turtle up, then said: “So, did you succeed, have you found the place?”
The old Siming nodded, said: “Indeed, back then I feared he wasn’t completely dead, sealed him up firmly, didn’t expect we’d have to use this now, the seal was to be tight, but unsealing it is difficult.”
“But fortunately, this old man is powerful, still found it, the seals are all broken, your Array Formation Talisman is branded on it, hurry up now!”
“Good, old master, move aside a bit.”
The old Siming rolled his eyes furiously, said: “You beggar, truly vulgar, when useful I’m ‘old master’, when not it’s ‘old man’.
The Whale Hunter laughed heartily, and compared to usual, he seed more carefree:
“If not vulgar, how can I still be a beggar?”
“Which beggar is courteous and polite?”
“Isn’t it always call you ‘good’ when given money, curse your whole family when not, fighting over a stead bun?”
“Old master, Old Turtle, move aside!”
The Whale Hunter’s silver hair fluttered lightly.
Accompanying his rising, silvery streams appeared, those were Array Formation Talismans, instantly overlapping thousands of layers, facing the volcano that had burned for tens of thousands of years. The Whale Hunter spent over a month preparing the formation.
Intending to retrieve the item directly from the depths of the volcanic lava.
The old Siming ran wildly.
Suddenly thought if throwing down the Mystic Turtle was not too immoral.
Turning his head, he didn’t see it.
Looked ahead again.
Good heavens!
The old Mystic Turtle stood upright, its short legs running wildly, faster than the old Siming.
The old Siming: “???”
Almost simultaneous to the Mystic Turtle and Siming retreating.
An unspeakable mighty and domineering scorching aura exploded, rumbling sounds rolled, like a volcanic eruption, Siming was startled, tumbling forward with the Mystic Turtle, looked back yet saw the eruption was grand in power, yet couldn’t affect the Whale Hunter.
As the flas soared into the sky, the Whale Hunter’s silver hair fluttered, holding a green bamboo fishing rod, just with a flick, formations seed to unfold beneath the volcano, cycles and changes, suddenly an object erged from below to above, flying up.
It was an arm.
The Martial Arts Legend Zhang Ziyong’s arm reappeared in the world.
That arm, after escaping its trap, seed to still carry a trace of Divine Charm, resonating the void, voices echoed: “Hahahaha, I have finally erged, finally, finally!”
“Siming!!! Li Guanyi!!!”
“I want to make you die!”
“I want to make you pay the price!”
“And the silver-haired girl beside Li Guanyi, I must kill her, refine her into a puppet, neither able to seek life nor death! Then with what my body witnesses, will link human heads onto dog bodies repeatedly three thousand tis, to relieve the hatred in my heart!”
With a vigorous breath resonating the void, voices echoed, wildly manic.
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