Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 276 Crew +1, Going to Emei Mountain (Third Update)

A small boat staggered to the shore of Windmill Island and stopped not far from the Ghost Radish.

The salty and humid sea breeze blew open the wooden door, making the sound of copper bells jingle, and Nicole Robin's suede boots stepped over the peanut shells and beer bottles on the ground.

Taking off her sunglasses blurred by salt spray, Robin came to the bar, "Tequila, on the rocks." She tapped the oak counter with her fingers and glanced at the booth in the corner.

Fang Yu was poking the grilled fish on Weiwei's plate with a toothpick, Brook was playing the melody of "Binks' Wine" on the piano in the bar, Carrot and Perona were playing poker, and all the members of the Ghost Carrot were gathered.

Nicole Robin came to the corner with a glass of tequila.

I had just sat down when I suddenly felt someone coming in front of me.

"Ma'am." Fang Yu took the wine and sat down at the next seat. "You've come all the way from Alabasta, you must be thirsty, right? This drink is mine."

Robin was a little surprised, but still said, "The environment here is much better than Alabasta." She took a sip of wine, the burning feeling in her throat covering up the accelerated heartbeat, "Although I don't know how you took away the stone tablet of the historical text, but I want to ask you, can I take a look at it?"

"boom!"

Weiwei's fork suddenly pierced the table. "Are the remaining Crocodile followers still not giving up?"

"Princess Weiwei's vigilance is more stringent than the murals in the royal tomb." Robin raised his wine glass, "I'm interested in more ancient secrets - such as historical texts."

Brooke stood up from the piano. "Although I really want to see the color of this lady's panties, I will still tell the captain that it is best not to trust this guy who came from nowhere!"

Fang Yu shook his head and smiled, "Since she wants to read it, it's not impossible to let her read it. Deduct 1 to read the historical text."

Nico Robin's eyes widened instantly, "Are you really showing it to me?"

"It's guaranteed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yu instantly came in front of Nico Robin, put his hand on her shoulder, and instantly pulled her into a desert!
The desert is supported by thick branches of wood escape trees. There are only two inscriptions in the space, and nothing else.

Nico Robin stroked her arm across the moss on the surface of the stone tablet, her fingertips trembling slightly over the ancient text that had not been seen in eight hundred years.

"read."

Robin's pupils reflected the cuneiform text: "This is where Pluto, the Lord of Arms, lives. The iron boat rests on a ridge of red earth. When the three-colored stars meet at the equator, the gates of Hades will be opened by the blood of something."

Her fingertips suddenly pressed on a spiral mark: "Here is the confession of the erased forger - we did not forge for slaughter, but the kingdom of God sacrificed blood, and finally Pluto sealed the veins forever."

She looked at the second inscription.

Robin's breathing suddenly became rapid. "To the Mermaid Princess, the promise made eight hundred years ago: With Eve the Sun Tree as a witness, we will build the giant ship Noah to lead your people to bathe in the sun. If you fail to keep your promise, I wish that those who hold this document in the future will break my crown!"

"I don't understand." Fang Yu shook his head. Nico Robin continued to read:

"However, we were defeated by the army of God. Noah was forever sank into the Fishman Island. This sin should be paid for by the blood of the D clan."

Fang Yu watched Nicole Robin write down the words on the two stone tablets piece by piece, with no intention of stopping her.

For him, let alone secrets from eight hundred years ago, even secrets from eight thousand years ago would not interest him.

Rather than the secrets of the Grand Line, he wanted to understand the runes of Asgard.

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Stephen Fang sat cross-legged on the highest observatory in Asgard, letting the cold wind tear at his robe.

This was the ninth day of his retreat, and the levitation spell of the Asgard was still stuck at the last step.

The "atmospheric sensing elves" recorded in ancient books were too mysterious, so he decided to put aside all rune tools and only use the most primitive magical perception.

"Breathe like a feather falling on the lake." He silently recited the admonition of Frigga, the mother of Thundergod, and sank his consciousness into his chest.

On the twelfth attempt, Stephen immediately focused his mind and imagined himself as a dandelion fluff ball.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

He sensed a golden light floating in the air! When the light touched his fingertips, Stephen suddenly opened his arms, like a young eagle flapping its wings for the first time.

"rise!"

This time there were no spells or gestures, just pure willpower to guide himself.

When his knees were three inches off the ground, he suddenly lost his balance and fell.

The back of his head hit the stone slab with a dull sound, which startled the magic ravens that had built a nest on the top of the tower.

After the third fall, Stephen finally got the hang of it.

He no longer forced the energy to flow, but instead relaxed all his muscles and allowed the wind to lift his body.

At dawn, Stephen finally hovered in the air!

He was surprised to find that he was rising and falling slightly with the current, like a balloon floating on the waves.

When he tried to lean to the left, the power of magic immediately gathered force at his right waist and carried him to the edge of the terrace.

"I see!"

"Synchronize memories!"

"Synchronous ability!"

"call!"

After reaching the foundation building stage in the Shushan plane and synchronizing the flying ability that can only be possessed with the help of magical weapons to the main god Fang Yu, Stephen Fang stretched lazily.

The functionality of the ghoul bloodline is extremely good, with the strongest being the ability to fly.

Now that he has regained the ability to fly, the Lord God Fang Yu’s chances of survival can be greatly increased.

at the same time.

In the Shushan plane where spiritual energy is spread all over the world, Li Yingqi has just extracted all the red thread poison from the bodies of the Zhongzhou team members.

After finishing everything, she collapsed on the ground exhausted. A male newcomer was about to go over to support her, but there was a flash of white light, and the newcomer's leg was broken!
Zhao Yingkong rushed forward with a dagger, and Fang Yu's voice came, "Let her do it."

Zhao Yingkong snorted coldly, stepped back, took out the medical spray and sprayed it at the screaming newcomer.

Li Yingqi looked at Fang Yu and said, "I have done everything I promised you. Can I leave now?"

"Wait a minute." Fang Yu stopped Li Yingqi. "Although we are husband and wife, I don't want to have anything to do with you. But I also want to live, so can you give me some cultivation techniques or something? I want to become stronger."

Li Yingqi rolled his eyes at Fang Yu, "Do you want to listen to what you are saying? You are already in the Nascent Soul stage. No! Why do you look like a mortal?"

"Don't worry about it. Give it to me or not."

Li Yingqi wanted to refuse.

But when she thought about how Fang Yu risked his life to bring her out of the lair of the Nether Spring Blood Demon, she felt that as an immortal cultivator, she must repay this favor.

"My Emei's mental method is passed on to the inner circle and not to outsiders. However, by chance, I did get a copy of an unnamed method. But we agreed in advance that how you practice it has nothing to do with me. It's up to you."

Fang Yu nodded, "Well, bring it here."

Li Yingqi curled his lips and said, "How can I carry it with me?"

"It doesn't matter. Just tell me where it is."

"Emei."

"go!"

(End of this chapter)