Fight to Po: Emperor Yang

The chaos continues.

Various fighting energies bloomed like fireworks.

As time goes by, the competition for the scroll becomes more intense.

Because some scrolls have been successfully seized, and seeing that the number of remaining scrolls is becoming less and less, the competition is naturally more frantic.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Xiao Yan and the other two quickly flashed back and returned to Wei Yang's side, looking at the chaos in the hall with vigilance.

Just now, Xiao Yan successfully seized the red scroll, and also killed the leader of Xuanming Sect, a two-star Dou Zun.

The human puppet was also led away to another place by Qinglin and Ziyan, and was successfully gotten rid of.

Although these things are powerful, they do not have any rationality. They basically kill anyone they see. They will not target anyone in particular, but everyone in the hall.

Wei Yang and his companions gathered together again and looked around.

Not far away, the group from Fen Yan Valley gradually stopped and withdrew from the fight.

They also successfully seized a scroll.

The Sky Demon Phoenix Clan and the Wind and Thunder Pavilion also gained something and chose to stop.

There were also two other scrolls that fell into the hands of two powerful lone Dou Zun masters.

Now, there are still four scrolls left that have not been snatched away, and they are still flying around in the air.

"There are four volumes left. Do we still want to join in the snatch?" Zi Yan asked eagerly.

"Don't go. We should stop while we're ahead. It's fine if we just snatch one copy. If we take more, we'll incur public wrath. Didn't you see that those who got a copy of the scroll all chose to stop?" Qing Lin held Zi Yan, shook his head and said softly.

Indeed, everyone present, whether they were lone warriors or powerful forces, as long as they had seized a scroll, they all chose to stop and not continue.

With their strength, no one had any objection to taking a scroll.

But if you are still not satisfied and want to continue to participate in the competition, then it will be a different story.

At this time, Wei Yang transmitted his voice: "Moreover, these ten scrolls don't give me the feeling that they are heaven-level fighting skills."

"Brother Wei, do you feel the same way? Me too." Xiao Yan also frowned slightly and transmitted his voice.

"You two mean that these ten scrolls are all fake?" Qing Lin and the others were shocked when they heard this and said.

“These scrolls are indeed powerful fighting skills or techniques, ranging from high-level earth-grade to quasi-heaven-grade, but there should be no heaven-grade fighting skills among them.” Wei Yang shook his head and said.

"I'm afraid we've all been fooled." Xiao Yan said with his eyes slightly narrowed.

After hearing this, Qinglin and the other were stunned for a moment, and then they became so angry that they gritted their teeth.

After all this time, it turns out there is no such thing as heavenly-level fighting skills.

At this moment, Xiao Yan was suddenly startled, and then he asked: "Brother Wei, look, what do those guys from the Soul Palace want to do?"

Wei Yang and his companions followed Xiao Yan's gaze and saw that Qiong Tianzun and several other Soul Palace warriors were actually surrounding the body of the Dou Sheng who was sitting cross-legged on the huge stone pedestal in the center of the hall while taking advantage of the chaos inside.

"It seems that their target is also the skeleton of the Fighting Saint!" Xiao Yan said in a deep voice.

"Oh, are you finally going to take action?" Wei Yang murmured with a smile flashing in his eyes.

"Do we want to stop these guys?" Zi Yan asked eagerly.

"No, don't stop them, let them go." Wei Yang pulled Zi Yan and slowly stepped back.

This little girl, I really hope these people from the Soul Palace can go and test the waters for me, how could they possibly stop me?

Upon seeing this, Xiao Yan and his companions followed Wei Yang and slowly retreated, their eyes fixed on the skeleton sitting cross-legged on the stone pedestal.

"The remnant soul of the Fighting Saint?" Xiao Yan thought to himself, his eyes solemn.

The only thing that could make Wei Yang so cautious was the remaining soul of the Fighting Saint.

After a moment, the pupils of several people suddenly shrank.

Because, just at that moment, they who were staring at the skeleton seemed to see the skeleton's fingers tremble slightly.

"You, did you see it? This, this skeleton of the Fighting Saint seems to be alive!" Zi Yan transmitted the voice and screamed.

At this moment, several people couldn't help but gasp.

Wei Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at Qiong Tianzun and others who were getting closer and closer to the stone seat, and his eyelids couldn't help but twitching.

A moment later, he suddenly grabbed Qinglin and Ziyan beside him and said in a deep voice: "Retreat!"

Swish!

After saying that, he tapped the ground with his toes and began to retreat rapidly, pulling the two women with him, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

Xiao Yan and A Da also hurriedly followed, and while retreating, they sent a voice message to remind Tang Zhen.

Tang Zhen was confused by the sudden and strange behavior of Wei Yang and his companions, but he was not vague. Although he was very confused, he did not move slowly. He immediately led everyone from Fenyan Valley to retreat quickly and retreat outside the hall.

Just as Wei Yang and others were retreating rapidly, Qiong Tianzun and his party also stepped within a few feet of the stone seat.

Qiong Tianzun looked at the jade-white skeleton sitting cross-legged with extremely fiery eyes.

The level of Dou Sheng was an irresistible temptation even for a high-level Dou Zun like him.

A Dou Zun strongman may be called the top strongman in this continent, but he is still far from the true peak.

Dou Zun and Dou Sheng, this is almost a qualitative leap.

The gap between the two is as huge as the gap between heaven and earth.

"The skeleton of a powerful Dou Sheng!"

Qiong Tianzun stared at the jade-white skeleton with fanatical eyes. He couldn't help licking his lips. He took two steps forward again, and grabbed the skeleton directly with his dry palm.

laugh!

Suddenly, just as Qiong Tianzun's palm was about to touch the bones, the space there suddenly twisted and squirmed slightly.

Immediately, that piece of space turned into countless extremely sharp space spikes, which pierced fiercely on the dry palm of Qiong Tianzun.

This change was too sudden. The slight pain in his palm startled Qiong Tianzun and he quickly withdrew his hand.

However, he found that a lot of blood had flowed out from the palm of his hand, and a few drops of blood gently fell on the skeleton that was sitting cross-legged.

Looking at the blood dripping on the jade-white skeleton, an extremely uneasy feeling quietly spread from Qiong Tianzun's heart.

"Qiong Tianzun, what's wrong?"

Several Soul Palace Dou Zuns who had gathered around were also startled when they saw that Qiong Tianzun suddenly froze and did not move, and asked in confusion.

Qiong Tianzun seemed not to hear their words. His eyes were fixed on the blood dripping onto the bones.

At this moment, the blood was sliding like water hitting a sponge, quietly seeping in and being absorbed by the bones.

And when the blood completely seeped into the bones, Qiong Tianzun's pupils suddenly shrank.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that within the skeleton in front of him, which had been dead for who knows how many years, there was actually some vitality emerging again?

"Oops, get back!"

Qiong Tianzun reacted quickly. When he sensed that hint of life, he felt an extreme sense of danger in his heart and felt cold all over.

Without thinking, he stomped his foot on the ground and retreated like lightning.

At the same time, a rapid roar came out of his mouth.

Qiong Tianzun reacted quickly, but the other Soul Palace masters were a little slow in reacting.

After being stunned for a moment, they began to use their physical skills to retreat quickly.

But at this moment, it was too late.

Just as they were about to retreat, the jade-white skeleton sitting cross-legged on the stone pedestal trembled slightly.

Then, in the hollow skull, two faint blood-red colors flickered and emerged, burning like will-o'-the-wisp.

"Ah~"

As the blood light lit up, the Fighting Saint skeleton slowly raised its head, and an earth-shaking roar, like thunder from heaven and earth, suddenly burst out from its mouth at this moment.

The terrifying roar, at this moment, turned into a tangible sound wave ripple, like a storm, sweeping across at lightning speed with the stone base as the center.