Chapter 617 The Saint of Creation
After a while.
"Try using soul power." 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 am not afraid that you will have problems, but I am afraid that you will have no problems.
It’s just a seal, easy to say, easy to say.
"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.
Crack, click, click~
The surrounding air became extremely depressing, heavy, and even rattling, like overwhelmed glass.
"Is this the tyranny of the half-step heaven soul? It is indeed terrifying!" Xiao Yan stepped back a little, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said with emotion.
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.
Kick, Kick, Kick~
Under the intrusion of powerful soul power, just the aftermath of a slight leak caused the space around the three ribs to twist and tear. Crack, spread 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 can still not 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.
Soon, his soul perception rumbled in as if the torrent had finally found an outlet.
My vision was blurry for a while, and 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, it is empty and lifeless.
Wei Yang's 'eyes' swept 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 what he expected was correct, this figure should be the real owner of the Great Fortune Palm and the owner of the Dou Sheng skeleton.
A person, a strong warrior 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 naturally won't 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 at this level now.
The methods may be slightly different.
And just as Wei Yang expected, this ordinary figure did not even look 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’s 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 was like a self-narration, Wei Yang's expression became serious.
"Heaven-level fighting skills are extraordinary and extraordinary. You can get 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 if you are in the Holy Realm, if your physical strength is not up to par, you will almost be unable to withstand the instant burst of power when this palm is used."
"I have left gold saliva in my three ribs, and I need this Tempered palms. Remember, the Palm of Heaven must be tempered to a certain level before it can be used. Otherwise, it will suffer backlash and the bones and tendons will be exploded.
"This fighting skill , has such high demands on the physical body." Wei Yang was slightly startled when he heard this.
“I wonder if I can use it with my current physical strength without being tempered by that golden spirit saliva?”
Immediately, he gathered his thoughts and continued to read.
"The Great Heavenly Creation Palm has the power of creation. Juniors, watch out!"
As the plain voice continued to sound slowly, the figure suddenly burst out with a faint fluorescent light.
And its body has actually become transparent, revealing the extremely clear running routes of its meridians.
In those meridians, a trace of dark golden energy shuttled rapidly, outlining a rather strange meridian route map.
“This is the route of meridians for practicing the Heavenly Creation Palm.”
Seeing this scene, Wei Yang's eyes lit up, and he quickly concentrated his mind, carefully remembering the route of the energy's movement in his mind.
The operation of the meridians was extremely complicated. After running for several cycles, it slowly faded away.
However, Wei Yang had already memorized them all.
As the meridians faded away, the light on the figure's body dissipated again.
But the dark golden light on his palm was in vain.
Immediately, a palm was shot out and landed heavily on the void.
Bang!
As this palm fell, a terrifying energy fluctuation swept out like a storm.
A huge black circle of light took shape under the palm of the figure.
The aperture takes shape, and then spreads out like lightning.
The surrounding space was like half of shattered glass, instantly falling apart.
In the ancient ruins, the terrifying scene when the Dou Sheng skeleton used that palm reappeared again.
The palm of heaven!
Buzz~
Looking at the black halo of light that spread rapidly in his pupils, Wei Yang also took a deep breath.
But there was no sign of panic, instead the power of the soul condensed into a human form, and he bowed to the ordinary figure in the dark circle from a distance.
"Thank you, senior, for passing on the Dharma. This junior will not let your bones become dusty, but will resurrect them, show their vitality, and live another life for you." Wei Yang said softly.
"Destined one, please remember my name, I am the Saint of Creation."
The faint voice, like the thunder that awakens the insects, suddenly resounded in Wei Yang's mind. rise.
And that figure, in the dark circle of light, became lighter and lighter, and finally was completely annihilated.
(End of this chapter)