Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

"Misunderstanding? There is no misunderstanding! I was severely beaten and injured by Yao Xiaotian and the Great Elder, and was sealed at the bottom of the Nine Netherworld for hundreds of years."

"If I hadn't been saved by luck this time, I might have been sealed in the Nine Netherworld for the rest of my life. Now that he sees me escaping, he will naturally want to silence me as soon as possible." Yao Ming said with a faint smile.

"What?!"

Yao Ming's words were undoubtedly like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on the great elder.

"Great Elder, does Yaoming Clan Chief really mean what he said?" Some elders shouted angrily.

"This man is a fake. Do you believe what he says?" the great elder said gloomily.

Immediately he flicked his sleeves and said solemnly: "In that case, I will personally take action and capture him, so that he can tell the truth and give you an explanation."

As soon as the great elder finished speaking, his figure disappeared in vain. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Yao Ming. A pair of withered palms turned as black as ink at this moment, accompanied by a poisonous stench. diffuse out.

Big poisonous palm with dead leaves!

"Hey!" Yao Ming smiled, raised his hand, and pointed out.

Underworld finger!

The vast energy gathered, and under Yao Ming's control, it quickly condensed into a dark yellow finger hundreds of feet in size.

This finger looks extremely rough on the surface, but it is filled with a touch of destructive power. From a distance, it looks like a world-destroying finger pointed by a god, standing between heaven and earth.

"Great Elder, do you recognize this move? With one finger, life and death can end!"

Yao Ming looked at the elder with a slightly changed expression with a sneer, and suddenly pointed out his finger.

Suddenly, the huge underworld finger in the sky rumbled down.

The entire space collapsed and was annihilated at this moment. The surrounding mountain walls exploded with huge cracks. The ground shook as if an earth dragon was turning over.

"It's the Underworld Finger!" The surrounding strong men of the Nine Netherworld Python quickly retreated far away to make room, shouting with excitement on their faces.

This is one of the fighting skills of the Nether Python Clan in the Nine Netherlands. It is famous, so it is natural to recognize it.

But only the royal family is eligible to learn.

"Huangquan refers to heaven-level fighting skills." In the distance, a look of surprise flashed in the eyes of Wei Yang and Xiao Yan.

Its reputation on the mainland is also quite large, and those with a little knowledge have heard of its reputation. It was one of the stunts that made the Demon Saint Huangquan famous.

Although this move is only a low-level heaven-level fighting skill, it is enough to easily destroy a medium-to-large city when used by Yao Ming, a two-star fighting saint.

boom!

Huang Quan's fingers pressed heavily, pressing on the dark poisonous palm print.

In an instant, a terrifying energy shock wave swept through the world like a storm.

Rumble~

The void completely collapsed, waves of destructive power spread out, and Huang Quan's fingers continued to move forward against the dark palm prints.

Kakakka~

There were dense cracks on the dark palm print.

Kick, kick, kick!

The great elder's face was frightened and angry, and he kept retreating, stepping heavily on nothingness with his feet.

After retreating for nearly a kilometer, the power of Huang Quan's fingers slowly dissipated, but the elder couldn't bear it any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood.

With one move, just one move, the Great Elder was defeated without any suspense.

"You!" The great elder's palms were trembling slightly, and cracks appeared on the dry skin of his palms. He looked up at the gentle Yao Ming with some disbelief.

"Great Elder, after so many years, not only Yao Xiaotian, but also you can't do it." Yao Ming's robes rustled, and his eyes were like sharp knives directed at the Great Elder.

He took steps and slowly walked towards the Great Elder, and as he took steps, an extremely powerful and terrifying aura surged out of him overwhelmingly.

"For hundreds of years, I have been sealed at the bottom of the underworld by you, enduring endless pain and torture all the time, but I am still stronger than you and my good-for-nothing brother. Over the years, you have only made this little progress, which is too much." Disappointed me."

"How dare you usurp the throne?" Yao Ming sneered.

I really feel how powerful this aura is.

"Two Star Fighting Saint!" The great elder gritted his teeth and turned pale.

He never expected that after being suppressed and sealed for so many years, Yao Ming would not die, but his strength would not retreat but advance, directly rising from the semi-saint back then to the level of a two-star fighting saint.

Moreover, just after getting out of trouble, his strength was quickly restored.

"When I hit you, I only used less than 60% of my strength. Of course, this is also the limit of the fighting spirit that I can mobilize at present. Do you still want to resist?" Yao Ming asked indifferently.

"." The great elder was silent.

"As expected of the leader of the Yao Ming clan, his talent is so much better than that of Yao Xiaotian!" Elder Ming, Elder Xian and others also expressed ecstasy when they heard this, and they all praised.

As Warcraft, their cultivation speed may not be as fast as humans, but they have a lifespan much longer than humans.

Therefore, in the world of Warcraft, it takes hundreds of years to go from a semi-saint to a two-star fighting saint. This is already a pretty good speed, not to mention that this is still under the condition of being suppressed and sealed.

The other strong men of the Nine Netherworld Python also had different expressions, but no matter what their thoughts were, they all wisely remained on the sidelines at this moment.

"All elders, listen to my order, set up the Ten Thousand Snakes Formation, and kill this fake!" The elder roared at the approaching Yao Ming.

However, everyone looked at each other, but no one moved.

"Asshole, all the efforts of so many years have gone to waste."

The elder's heart sank when he saw this, full of anger, unwillingness, and fear.

He originally thought that they had managed the entire Nine Netherworld Python Clan like an iron barrel over the years and could completely control it.

But now the cruel reality tells him that this kind of control is simply an illusion. Once a crisis occurs, the so-called control is a complete joke.

"The leader of the Yao Ming clan is dead, he is a bubble!" The elder looked ferocious, and he shouted unwillingly at everyone.

"Stubborn." Yao Ming shook his head when he saw this.

He paused, and looked at the elder with a cold look, "I will make you give up completely."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a black light flashed out, and finally turned into a half-foot-long black scepter, which appeared in his hand.

The scepter was completely black, and the top was made of two lifelike black venomous snakes entwined. Between the two snakes, there was a fist-sized black bead, emitting a faint cold light.

Yao Ming raised the scepter and shouted: "Elders, do you still recognize this thing?"

"Nine Netherworld Staff! It is the Nine Netherworld Staff that has been lost for hundreds of years!"

"This is the token of the clan leader!"

Looking at the black scepter, the faces of all the elders in the sky changed, and then there was a fever in their eyes.

From the scepter, they felt a pressure from the blood.

It is said that in the snake bead of the Nine Netherworld Staff, there is the purest blood of the Nine Netherworld royal family.

If the Nine Netherworld Python Clan could possess these bloodlines, it would undoubtedly greatly alleviate the plight of thin bloodlines.

"No wonder we couldn't find the Nine Netherworld Staff when we searched everywhere. It turned out that it was swallowed by this bastard!" The elder's face became paler and uglier, and his fists clenched.

"Elder?" Holding the scepter, Yao Ming looked at the elder, "Are you giving up?"

"Elder, surrender. Whoever holds the Nine Netherworld Staff is the patriarch of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan. This is the railroad track of our clan for generations." An elder sighed and persuaded.

"Yes, when we let Yao Xiaotian become the patriarch, we had a promise in advance that this was just a stopgap measure. And you all promised that if the patriarch Yao Ming appeared, you would return the position of patriarch to him." The three elders who were named by Yao Ming before also spoke.