Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

After a while.

"Try using soul power and see." Wei Yang said.

As he spoke, the soul power surged out from between his eyebrows, but when the soul power touched the surface of his ribs, it seemed to hit a wall and was bounced back.

Wei Yang raised his eyebrows, but instead he breathed a sigh of relief.

"There is a seal on the surface of the bone." He said softly.

"Seal?" Xiao Yan was startled for a moment, then smiled.

Wei Yang also smiled.

I'm not afraid that you have problems, I'm just afraid that you don't have problems.

Just a seal, easy to talk about, easy to talk about.

"I want to see how hard your seal is!" Wei Yang took a deep breath.

Immediately, the vast soul power swarmed out from the center of the eyebrows, wildly bombarding the three ribs, like countless tiny sharp needles, desperately drilling into the bones.

Kakakka~

The surrounding air became extremely oppressive, heavy, and even rattling, like glass being overwhelmed.

"Is this the tyranny of a Half-Step Heaven Realm soul? It's really terrifying!" Xiao Yan stepped back a little, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and sighed.

This was the first time for him to feel the real horror of the Half-Step Heaven Realm at such a close distance.

If Yao Lao had not lost his origin and his soul had returned to its peak, he would have had this power.

Click, click, click~

Under the invasion of powerful soul power, just the aftermath of a slight leak caused the space around the three ribs to twist, tear, and spread.

"Huh? This seal is quite resilient!" Wei Yang whispered.

The output of soul power can't help but increase in intensity again.

Time passes minute by minute.

The battle between soul and seal is still going on.

Xiao Yan watched quietly and waited patiently.

Wei Yang gradually frowned.

It can only be said that it is indeed a seal set by the strong Dou Sheng. After so many years, it is still so difficult to deal with. It really has something to it.

However, according to the original work, Xiao Yan used strange fire to burn it, and it took ten hours to burn it. It can be seen that even after countless years, this seal is still not to be underestimated.

"Okay, okay." Wei Yang snorted secretly.

The power of the soul began to bring with it a scorching temperature and a subtle electric arc.

This contest.

It lasted for nearly half an hour.

boom!

Like a thunderous explosion, it echoed in Wei Yang's mind.

Immediately, his soul perception rumbled in as if the torrent had finally found an outlet.

His vision was blurry for a while, then gradually became clear.

After coming back to his senses, Wei Yang discovered that his perception was in a strange space at the moment.

This space is not wide, and it is empty and devoid of any life.

Wei Yang's eyes glanced slightly, and then suddenly stopped somewhere in the void space.

There, a figure stood with his hands behind his back.

This figure looked extremely ordinary, and Wei Yang could barely detect any signs of aura or fighting spirit coming from his body.

He looked like the most ordinary ordinary person.

However, the sense brought about by vision made Wei Yang's heart become more solemn.

After all, how could he be an ordinary person who could appear in such a strange place?

If his prediction was correct, this figure should be the real owner of the Great Fortune Palm and the owner of the Dou Sheng skeleton.

One, a strong fighting saint from ancient times.

"This should be a memory space hidden inside the fighting skill seal. This figure is not a remnant soul, but a memory fragment left by the strong fighting saint." Looking at this ordinary figure Wei Yang looked thoughtful.

With his current realm and experience, he would naturally not be surprised anymore. After a little thought, he figured out the details here.

After all, it's not impossible for him to take photos with his thoughts like this.

The way it might be achieved is slightly different.

And just as Wei Yang expected, this ordinary figure did not even glance at him.

Not long after Wei Yang entered this space, there was a voice as plain as water, slowly resounding in the space.

"The Heavenly Creation Palm, a low-level fighting skill at the heaven level, is the result of my lifetime efforts and the fusion of hundreds of fighting skills. It is the most proud work of my life."

"This palm technique pays attention to the meaning of creation, breaking the sky with the palm and crushing all things with force."

Hearing the plain voice, which sounded like a self-narration, Wei Yang's expression became serious.

"Heaven-level fighting skills are extraordinary and extraordinary. You can obtain the secrets hidden in my bones. Junior, you are also a destined person."

"The Great Heaven's Fortune Palm requires extremely high physical strength. Even in the holy realm, if the physical strength is not up to par, it will be almost unable to withstand the instantaneous burst of power brought by this palm when it is used."

"I have left golden saliva in my three ribs, which I need to temper my palms with. Remember, the Heavenly Creation Palm must be tempered to a certain level before it can be used. Otherwise, it must be The backlash caused all the bones and muscles to explode."

"This fighting skill has such high requirements on the physical body." Wei Yang was slightly startled when he heard this.

"I wonder if with my current physical strength, I can use it without going through the tempering of the golden spirit saliva?"

Immediately, he gathered his thoughts and continued reading.

"The Great Heavenly Creation Palm has the power of creation, youngsters, watch out!"

As the plain voice continued to sound slowly, the figure suddenly burst into a faint fluorescence.

And its body unexpectedly became transparent, revealing the extremely clear meridian routes inside.

And in those meridians, a trace of dark golden energy shuttled rapidly, outlining a rather strange meridian route map.

"This is the meridian route for practicing the Great Heavenly Creation Palm."

Seeing this scene, Wei Yang's eyes lit up, and he quickly concentrated his mind and carefully memorized the energy route in his mind.

The meridian route was extremely complex, and after running several cycles, it slowly faded.

However, Wei Yang had memorized it all.

As the meridian route faded, the light on the figure's body dissipated again.

And on his palm, the dark golden light was in vain.

Immediately, a palm was slapped out and fell heavily on the void.

Bang!

As the palm fell, a terrible energy wave suddenly swept out like a storm.

A huge black light circle formed under the palm of the figure.

The light circle formed, and then spread out like lightning.

The surrounding space, like half of a broken glass, collapsed in an instant.

In the ancient ruins, the terrible scene when the skeleton of Dou Sheng performed that palm was reproduced again.

Great Heaven Creation Palm!

Buzz~

Looking at the black light circle that spread rapidly in his pupils, Wei Yang also took a deep breath.

However, there was no panic, but the soul power condensed into a human form, and bowed to the ordinary figure in the dark light circle from a distance.

"Thank you for the teachings, senior, your skeleton, I will not let it be covered in dust, I will let it revive again, show vitality, and live another life for you." Wei Yang said softly.

"Predestined one, remember my name, I am the Saint of Creation."

The faint voice, like the thunder of the awakening insect, suddenly resounded in Wei Yang's mind.

And that figure, in the dark circle of light, became fainter and fainter, and finally completely annihilated.