Play Speak
Marijoa, in Pangu City, in the secret garden.
This secret garden is like a door leading to a fantasy wonderland.
The moment you step into it, it seems as if the whole world becomes colorful.
The first thing that catches your eye is the colorful flowers, red like a blazing fire, bright and dazzling, each one seems to be carefully painted by nature with the most intense colors.
Like the gorgeous clouds in the sky, soft and dreamy, the breeze blows, the petals tremble gently, as if telling a gentle story
It is like pure snowflakes in winter, pure white and flawless, emitting a holy light.
These flowers are scattered throughout the garden in an orderly manner. They sway gently in the breeze, with graceful postures, like dancing fairies.
The flowers exude a charming fragrance, which seems to have magic, penetrating into people's nostrils, making people intoxicated and happy.
Walking slowly along the cobblestone path, the sound of gurgling water is like a pleasant piece of music, slowly entering your ears.
A clear stream meanders through the garden. The stream is like a lively ribbon, weaving through this beautiful world.
The stream sparkles with silver light under the sunlight, and the waves sparkle, as if countless sparkling gems are jumping on the water.
There is tender green grass growing by the stream, and the green is so fresh and tender, as if it is the color of life outlined by nature with the most delicate brushstrokes.
Occasionally, you can see a few lovely butterflies dancing among the flowers. Their wings are colorful and fluttering lightly, as if they are the most beautiful decoration given by nature.
The butterflies sometimes land on the flowers and sometimes fly lightly in the air, adding a touch of lively color to the garden.
Deep in the garden, there is an ancient pavilion standing quietly.
The pavilion is surrounded by green vines, which cascade down from the top of the pavilion like a green waterfall.
The emerald green leaves are dotted with small flowers, pink, white, and purple, like stars dotted on the green sky.
There are exquisite patterns carved on the pillars of the pavilion, which are ancient legends and mysterious symbols, as if telling the long history of this pavilion.
Yim sat quietly in the pavilion, his eyes deep and distant, as if they could penetrate time and space.
From here, you can overlook the beautiful scenery of the entire garden, and take in the brilliant colors and lively scenes.
The breeze blows gently, bringing bursts of fragrance of flowers and grass, making people feel particularly comfortable.
However, this comfortable mood did not last long...
"Hmm?!" Im suddenly felt the "death" of Zambaron V Nasujuro Saint.
His pupils suddenly shrank, and his body seemed to be electrocuted. He instantly stood up from the stone bench in the pavilion.
There was an expression of shock and confusion on his face, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.
"How is this possible!" Yim muttered to himself, his voice full of disbelief.
There was a complex light flashing in his eyes, showing both surprise and contemplation.
Then he began to pace back and forth in the pavilion, his steps hurried and flustered.
His mind was full of questions. The death of Zambalong V. Nasujuro was really beyond his expectations.
"I can't feel it. Not even a trace of existence?! No wonder... It seems that he has realized that the ability I gave him has limitations."
Although the immortality that Im gave to the Five Elders allows them to be resurrected repeatedly, its limitation is also obvious, that is, there must be a medium to resurrect the object.
As long as the resurrected object has a trace of existence, it can be resurrected infinitely.
But Zambaron V. Nasujuro Saint was destroyed in the world sense, so Im felt something was wrong.
Thinking of this, Im relaxed instead.
It was obvious that he didn't care at all about the death of Zambaron V. Nasujuro.
He was more afraid of what he didn't know. Now that he understood, he became relaxed again.
"Jenny. Tren..." Yim said softly, "It seems that in the end, I still have to step forward...
If I hadn't used that ability from a distance on Fishman Island to send those three fishmen to the first half of the Grand Line
I won't go there in person now." After saying this, Yim turned around and walked slowly out of the garden.
His figure appeared particularly tall and mysterious under the sunlight.
……
On this side of the battlefield, there was suddenly the heart-wrenching scream of Ancient Saint Fegalando Green!
He was seen tightly covering his broken arm where blood was gushing out. His face instantly turned ashen and his lips were bitten so hard that they were almost bleeding.
"This... this speed is too fast! I can't even see the trajectory of his attack clearly!
Has Saint Nasu Shoulang been fighting such a terrifying monster before? "Ancient Saint Green stared at Teren in front of him with wide eyes, his heart filled with fear and disbelief.
He swallowed hard, his body trembled involuntarily, and even the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
And Teren looked at Ancient Saint Green with a relaxed expression, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile: "Haha, in fact, I quite like your rebellious look just now.
How about you get back to that state? Maybe you can hold out for a few more moves."
After saying this, a hint of mockery flashed in Teren's eyes, as if the Ancient Saint Green in front of him was just a lamb to be slaughtered.
"Haha, so what? As long as I can stay away from your terrifying killing move,
I can still be reborn again and again!" A sneer appeared on the corner of Ancient Saint Green's mouth, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes.
He raised the extremely sharp weapon in his hand without hesitation and slashed it towards his neck.
Since the Ancient Saint Green does not have the powerful physical blessing ability obtained by awakening the animal-type devil fruit like the other five elders,
Therefore, he could not use the advantages of his own physical body to commit suicide and then resurrect unscathed like them.
For him at this moment, choosing this suicide resurrection method is undoubtedly the wisest move.
After all, in this way, not only can he come back to life, but he will also have an endless supply of physical strength.
In the blink of an eye, the ancient saint Fegalando Green, who had successfully completed his resurrection, disappeared like a ghost.
He rushed forward and instantly arrived behind Tren.
Then, he slightly put away the long sword in his hand and whispered
"Magic gun...Flower knife. Chaos!!!"
In an instant, the entire space seemed to freeze.
Along with this roar, countless cold and shining blades suddenly appeared in front of Teren as if they were cast by magic.
These blades were densely intertwined together, forming a horrifying web of death, sweeping towards Tren with overwhelming force.
However, facing this sudden and fierce attack, Teren simply raised [Gambling: Senbonzakura Jingyan] lightly, and then swung it seemingly casually.
There was a series of crisp collision sounds, and the [Gambling: Thousand Sakura Jingyan] in Teren's hand was like an indestructible barrier.
He easily intercepted all the countless whistling blades.
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