Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

With the influx of majestic soul power.

Soon, in the purple-black magic core the size of a fist inside the one-horned purple-scaled python, he successfully found the origin of the strange fire that was attached to the magic core and was about three fingers thick.

It seemed to be rooted and growing on the magic core, swaying and beating.

Wei Yang's soul power swarmed up and enveloped it.

This new born alien fire origin is not very spiritual, so it is naturally unable to resist the invasion of Wei Yang's powerful soul power.

After a moment, he successfully branded his soul.

outside world.

The blazing green flames began to slowly converge and retracted back into the body of the one-horned purple-scaled python.

Wei Yang slowly opened his eyes at this time, and the black flames covering his body also disappeared.

He stretched out his hand and said, "Come out!"

Suddenly.

Phew~

A ball of green flame, about the size of a palm, was forcibly pulled out from the demonic core of the one-horned purple-scaled python.

It was suspended in front of Wei Yang, trembling slightly.

Leaving the seventh-level magic core made it instinctively resist, but not too strongly.

It lacks spirituality and cannot even think hazy and ignorantly.

If we say that the previous Black Sun Burning Sky Flame was like a newborn baby, blank and hazy.

Then this new netherworld poisonous fire is like a fetus that is still gestating in the embryo, with no intelligence at all.

"Although the spirituality is a little worse, it is still a strange fire after all!"

Wei Yang's palm was wrapped with a layer of black flames, he reached out and gently held the netherworld poisonous fire in his palm, and sighed.

"Furthermore, because of the lack of spirituality, when Xian'er refines it, he will encounter lower resistance, less danger, and can be much more relaxed."

Even though he had conquered it now, Wei Yang still did not dare to touch it directly with the skin of his palm, and had to wrap it with a layer of flame as protection.

Even the seventh-level poisonous beast has been attacked, how dare he be careless?

Only the Enan Poison Body can resist the erosion of its toxins.

With a look of emotion on his face, he carefully admired the swaying green flame in his palm.

A strange fire formed by the spiritual birth of Zihuo is really a miracle!

This probability is not much lower than the probability of heaven and earth naturally giving birth to a strange fire.

…

After a while.

Wei Yang then looked away, took out a jade bottle, and put the Nether Poison Fire Seal into it.

Putting away the jade bottle, he looked at the one-horned purple-scaled python that was entrenched in front of him, which was neither alive nor dead, and had lost its intelligence.

It is really sad that a majestic mid-level seventh-level monster has fallen to this point, becoming a parasitic host of the Netherworld Poison Fire and a puppet controlled by the strange fire.

Now, with the departure of the Nether Poison Fire, it has regained its independent control over its body.

Its body trembled slightly, as if it was instinctively trying to take control of its own body.

But its movements seemed very unfamiliar. It struggled to move its body and looked very difficult.

And the dilated pupils gradually refocused and regained some of their energy.

But it still looked very dazed and empty, without the intelligence and spirit that a seventh-level monster should have.

"It's finished." Wei Yang stood there, quietly witnessing all this, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

This seventh-level monster no longer has any intelligence at all.

It's still alive, but it's not much different from dead.

Lost himself, like a mentally retarded idiot, a fool.

In fact, it may have been considered dead the moment it was eroded by toxins.

Being eroded by toxins destroys the central nervous system of the brain and the soul.

What is left now is just a shell, like a walking corpse.

but.

Wei Yang rolled his eyes.

Even if it's a body, it's still a Douzong-level Warcraft body!

Isn't this just a natural, perfect puppet?

A puppet that can still practice and grow!

Wei Yang, who originally wanted to take action, end its life, and then dig out the magic core, suddenly changed his mind.

It is just stupid and has lost its intelligence, but it is not dead.

Leave it to Qing Lin to conquer the contract, and then Qing Lin will control it.

An obedient thug who has barely reached the middle-level Douzong level!

Wei Yang thought of this, took out the jade bottle containing the poisonous fire of the netherworld, and opened it.

"Go back." Wei Yang put the Nether Poison Fire back into the body of the one-horned purple-scaled python and rooted it in the demonic core.

Soon, as the poisonous fire took root in the demonic core, the one-horned purple-scaled python's pupils dilated again, and it lost control of its body.

Wei Yang's soul indirectly controlled this seventh-level monster body through the Nether Poison Fire as a medium.

Following a thought in his mind, he gave instructions to the Netherworld Poison Fire.

Suddenly, a purple-black light erupted from the one-horned purple-scaled python, which was quite dazzling.

In the light, its huge body began to slowly squirm and change.

When the light disappeared, the huge body of the one-horned purple-scaled python had disappeared.

On the spot, a middle-aged man with a tall body and a height of more than two meters, with fine purple-black scales on his body and a purple-black horn about 30 centimeters long on his forehead, stood tall like an iron tower. Got there.

"Very good!" Wei Yang nodded with satisfaction upon seeing this.

The seventh-level magical beast can already take the form of a human, but because it is a magical beast, it will still have some obvious characteristics of the magical beast.

Some of these characteristics are retained by the instinctive choice of Warcraft when it transforms into a human form, while others are due to its own bloodline.

Generally speaking, the higher the realm of monsters, the closer they look to humans.

After Dou Zun, there seems to be basically not much difference between Warcraft and humans.

…

Looking at the burly man in front of him, Wei Yang turned over his hand and took out a black robe and threw it to him.

The burly man reached out to take it, his eyes were hollow and numb, and he put it on with some stiff movements to cover his naked body.

"From now on, you can call it... Dujiao." Wei Yang named it.

The burly man was completely covered in black robes, and his head was also covered by the cloak. He stood there motionless and without any reaction.

Wei Yang didn't care, and the black wings spread out from behind, "It's time to go back."

Uh-huh!

With a movement of his body, he rose into the sky.

"Walk!"

Behind him, the burly man Dujiao took a step forward and followed him quickly. His body was suspended as if there were an invisible staircase beneath his feet. He walked forward with his feet firmly on the ground, easily keeping up with Wei Yang's speed.

"This is Douzong!" A trace of envy flashed in Wei Yang's eyes.

Walking in the air without the help of any external force or wings, this is full of strength.

Soon, he calmed down.

Douzong, he is almost there, it probably won’t take more than a few years.

He is now at the peak of the Nine-Star Fighting King, and he feels that he has faintly touched the thin bottleneck.

That's all. After Xian'er refined the Nether Poison Fire, he returned to the underground magma world of the Tagor Desert for retreat and broke through the Dou Huang!

There is abundant fire energy there, which is a good place for Wei Yang to break through the Dou Huang.

There is still more than half a year before the trip to Yunlan Sect, so there should be enough time.

…

call out!

With a flap of his wings, Wei Yang turned into a black stream of light and quickly crossed the void.

Beside him, Unicorn walked through the air, following closely.

During the flight, Wei Yang couldn't help but smile.

This trip to Netherworld Swamp was very rewarding.

Not only did he find the Nether Poison Fire, but he also gained a mid-level Douzong thug.

He glanced at the one beside him, whose eyes were hollow and numb.

The one-horned purple-scaled python has a strong bloodline. If you train it properly in the future, it is very likely that it will reach the Douzun level.

It would be a pity to just watch Dujiao sink and become a walking corpse, wasting this powerful bloodline in vain.

After all, a subordinate with intelligence and consciousness is much more useful than a brainless puppet thug.

Toxin attack...

Perhaps, we can study it carefully in the future and find a way to treat him.

But there are some troubles.

Because not only the central nervous system of the body's brain is destroyed by toxins, but also the soul is eroded by toxins. This is the most troublesome part.

He has completely lost himself.

The toxins in the physical body are easy to deal with. After Xian'er refines the Nether Poison Fire, he can take back the toxins in his physical body and take care of them, and there is still a possibility of recovery.

Take drugs.

As for the soul, it is difficult to deal with.

I don’t know if Yaolao has any solution or similar elixir.

There is no need to restore Dujiao's memory, he just needs to cure the toxin erosion and make the soul return to normal.

In the original book, how did the Fighting Saint of Burning Flame Valley cure his own fire poison?

"Let's talk about it then. If there's a way, just treat it. If it's too troublesome, forget it." Wei Yang shook his head.