The Legend of Zhu San
227: Magic Wand: (End Of Arc 3: Qing Empire Shrink)
The Magic Wand now glowed golden yellow after Zhu San flowed it with a considerable amount of qi energy.
A soothing aura of power, instantly filled the air at night that was getting brighter by the golden yellow light from the staff in Zhu San's hand.
“What kind of an aura is this? I haven't felt it in my life?!” Women with plump eyes, muttering while being vigilant.
He looked towards Zhu San who was still closing his eyes. While the opponent was fighting the young man, it was sculpting without anyone knowing if something was going on.
“I can't win with that stick in his hand. That cane can make my power mean nothing?!” The figure that took over Jin Fang's consciousness said in annoyance.
Jin Fang snorted in annoyance, He asked that the figure of the occupant of the Skull Ring finally explained quickly about who and why he was so frightened with the staff in Zhu San's hand.
“You want to know I'm from What nation? Well .. Know by you I am the King of the demons of this earth. Although my strength is very high but I have weaknesses and sticks that is one of them.”
The figure was silent for a moment, then went back to explain that the staff used to belong to a Supreme Hermit who had the power of half-God and reportedly had eternal life.
The Sakti ascetic that is what has defeated and damaged the rough body. It was because of the football in the past that killed thousands of people.
The man He killed, He absorbed his life to increase the power of Science that He was in at that time, until finally He could live in the form of spirit as it is today.
“We'd better get out of here quickly!” Without waiting for a response from Jin Fang, the Demon King's Spirit immediately shot out as fast as lightning, leaving the place.
But a few seconds later, Zhu San had blocked in front of him with a stick that now looked yellow in anger. Moments later, Bian Chi followed.
“Wire!! … This young man has his speed far above mine. Do I have to use that technique again?” Jin Fang was dumbstruck by what the Demon King Spirit said.
“Why didn't you use it earlier and kill that young man!” The Demon King's spirit snorted at Jin Fang's snaps.
“Alright because you asked for it, then don't blame me!”
He also replied with a snatch. And a moment later came Jin Fang's scream that felt a pain in his head, consciousness slowly disappearing from his body.
“Hahahaha you yourself asked for death, I did not think your life was so big even though it was thick with darkness.”
The thousand-year-old Demon King spirit laughed happily after killing Jin Fang and absorbing the air of his life.
His strength had increased drastically and this shocked Zhu San who was about to launch an attack with the Magic Wand in his hand.
“What happened?! Why is his strength suddenly increasing rapidly?!” Zhu San did not think, that question in his mind, got an answer from a voice he did not recognize.
“He has a Perverted Technique, a style called Soul Fiber Sucker. He has just sucked the spirit of the owner of the body that he possessed. It makes its power increase.” The voice was silent for a moment.
“Use the power of the stick in your hand to defeat and kill him. Use Sukma Melting Technique to Exterminate darkness. The trick, turn the Wand of the Milky Way seven times. Then throw it into the air, and immediately move away at least a hundred meters from here.”
Zhu San followed the direction of the voice that came out of nowhere. He did not have time to ask, as he saw that Jin Fang's body had glowed with an extremely powerful gripping Aura.
After turning the staff seven times, Zhu San immediately threw it into the air, and darted to grab Bian Chi's Waist and carried it away a hundred meters from its original place.
From a distance of a hundred meters, Zhu San saw the form of a ten-meter tall man, grasping Jin Fang's body and suddenly a very powerful explosion occurred.
BUUUMMM
The air fluctuated tremendously, even Zhu San and Bian Chi were thrown up to tens of meters away. The blast energy also reached the city of Qingzen and destroyed hundreds of rooftops.
A moment later from the place where the explosion occurred, after the white and black plume of smoke disappeared, a small yellowish ball-shaped object and a Magic Stick returned to its original shape and size.
“That spirit has been sealed in the Golden Ball. Take it and keep the scepter. While the Golden Ball Seal, deliver it to the place where I was when you were out of business.” That sepuh voice again rang out inside Zhu San's head.
Zhu San immediately shot up and grabbed the Milky Way Stick as well as the golden yellow marble-sized ball. The two objects disappeared from sight as Zhu San inserted them into the Ring of Souls.
“Who are the Elders who spoke by telepathy with me? And where should I deliver this Golden Ball Seal?” Zhu San asked in his mind.
“I am the owner of the Sakti Wand that you held earlier. If you are free, please take it to a cave in the northern area on the White Cloud Mountain Peak. I hope we can meet there soon. See You Young.”
The voice disappeared before Zhu San could ask the Elders name. His face that looked irritated, made the new Bian Chi to come immediately ask him.
“San Gege .. Why withyou? Is something wrong?”
“Nothing, I just forgot to ask the elder who asked me to deliver the Golden Ball Seal.” Zhu San replied with a relieved smile.
“Set?” Bian Chi spread his gaze all over, He touched the forehead of the husband to make sure that Zhu San was fine.
“What do you mean? I don't see anyone here but us. Are you okay?” Asked Bian Chi who was curious as to what had actually happened.
“We return to Palace as I explain everything.”
Both of them floated slowly as Zhu San explained what had just happened and a task he had to do.
The task that will lead him to a figure who has been more than a thousand years old and has immortality even though he is not a god.
An eternity that left him living a lonely life without friends and family. That eternity which He had longed for, now imprisoned him in a stifling desolation.
“May the young man befouled with this Heirloom, that way I can be free from my suffering because of this immortality of my body. I'm sure He can wipe my suffering with that special body of his. My teaching will finally come. Soon I will die leaving this silent world. Hahahahahaha.”
Inside a cave at the top of the White Cloud mountain located in the northern region of the Jian Empire, the old figure who had spoken telepathically with Zhu San, laughed happily.
His laughing voice echoed throughout the mountainous area and sounded up to a radius of several kilometers. It made an uproar for all the residents who were in the village at the foot of the mountain.
They all immediately flocked into the house and none of them came out until the next morning.
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