Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

Xiao Yan and Yao Lao left.

Go back and prepare for the three-year appointment in a few days.

Under the eaves, Wei Yang sat cross-legged on the futon, closing his eyes and concentrating, forming seals in his hands, but he was not practicing fighting spirit, but frowning slightly.

He is currently practicing the Nine Tempering Heavenly Soul Technique.

This is Wei Yang's first time practicing soul skills.

In the vast sea of ​​​​consciousness space, there is mist and darkness.

Deep in the depths, a soul body wearing a black robe embroidered with gold patterns sat cross-legged. His appearance was the same as that of Wei Yang. He also formed seals in his hands and was practicing.

As the practice progresses, the entire soul is trembling slightly, as if it is undergoing some kind of tempering.

At the same time, as the soul exhales and inhales, in the surrounding fog, there are very weak, faint spiritual fluctuations, mysterious light spots that cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye, as if coming from the endless void. Falling deeply, it finally surrounded Wei Yang's soul, slowly poured into it, and was absorbed.

"Huh?" Wei Yang frowned slightly at the slightest tingling sensation.

The cultivation of the Nine Refinement Heavenly Soul Technique is not achieved overnight, but requires years of persistence and accumulation, which can eventually lead to qualitative changes.

Just like a piece of stubborn iron, it needs to be forged and tempered countless times before it can finally become a hundred-forged steel.

While tempering the soul, there will also be a tingling feeling accompanying it. This tingling feeling is not strong, but it is continuous and will always accompany the cultivation of the soul.

"According to the description of the technique and the notes left by Yao Lao, this is the feeling of one soul forging. The Nine Forging Heavenly Soul Method has a total of nine forgings, and with each forging higher, the pain during the soul forging will also increase. "

"The pain of the first exercise is like acupuncture... until the ninth exercise, the pain will soar to the limit, just like the pain of a woman giving birth!"

Wei Yang couldn't help but take a breath.

The pain of a woman's childbirth is the most powerful pain.

Just thinking about the fact that in the future, during the Nine Exercises, every practice will be accompanied by this kind of pain, Wei Yang felt a little numb.

"Now the pain of the first exercise is like a fine needle pricking the flesh, but the effect is really good. I have just started practicing, and I can feel that the strength of my soul is obviously slowly increasing, and it is gradually approaching the bottleneck. Although The progress is slow, but the advantage is that it is uninterrupted and continues to accumulate bit by bit!”

"With my current soul strength, I may not need to go through three exercises. I only need to complete one exercise, and maybe I can successfully break through to the spiritual realm."

"But... we can't rush to break through. We need to suppress it. After the three forgings are completely completed, we can break through to the spiritual realm in one fell swoop!" Wei Yang secretly said.

This is a process of laying a foundation and accumulating foundation. Naturally, Wei Yang would not choose to rush to break through the spiritual realm. Instead, he would choose to accumulate as much as possible during the mortal realm and lay a solid foundation.

His soul foundation is inherently strong, different from ordinary people, and the space of the sea of ​​consciousness is far wider than that of the ordinary peak mortal realm.

Now he accumulates more, and after completing the three exercises, he will break through to the spiritual realm in one fell swoop. By then, his foundation will be very powerful, and it will be very terrifying.

"let's start!"

Wei Yang took a breath, a look of anticipation flashed in his eyes, gathered his mind, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the practice of Yidan.

As the practice progresses, the pain in the soul gradually increases, getting stronger bit by bit.

At the same time, the dim and small light spots with spiritual fluctuations came from nowhere, as if they quietly emerged from the depths of the endless void. These mysterious substances were constantly absorbed and devoured by Wei Yang's soul.

Gradually, faint spiritual fluctuations appeared in the depths of his soul and origin.

This is a kind of accumulation until the day of complete qualitative change.

…

Dusk.

On the horizon, the sun sets.

The red light rendered the clouds in the entire sky as if they were dyed a deep red color, like fire.

The courtyard was also covered with a layer of blush.

Phew~

Wei Yang slowly opened his eyes, finished the day's practice, and exhaled a long breath.

"Is this...the so-called spirituality?" Wei Yang murmured in a low voice.

He could clearly feel the faint spiritual fluctuation deep in his soul and in his origin.

This is the mystery of the spiritual soul.

Compared with mortal souls, it can be said to be an essential difference!

Just like the difference between animal fire and strange fire, there is a difference between heaven and earth.

Spirituality!

But now, Wei Yang's soul has begun to give birth to a faint spirituality!

It is not far away from a complete qualitative change and the achievement of a spiritual soul.

"Due to my basic strength, it is very simple for me to do one exercise. In less than a day, I have completed most of my training progress... At this speed, it will take less than three days to complete the exercise." It can be done!”

Wei Yang smiled, "The second and third exercises should not be difficult for me. My soul is already at the peak of the mortal realm. Perhaps, within a month, I can completely complete the third exercise and enter the spiritual realm!"

Wei Yang felt a sense of surprise in his heart.

The legendary spiritual realm.

He's within reach!

…

Um?

Just when Wei Yang was filled with longing, a slender hand as white as jade suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, shaking gently.

"Hehe, Brother Yang, what are you doing?" A pleasant chuckle echoed in my ears.

Wei Yang's eyes gradually focused, and when he came back to his senses, what came into view was Xian'er's beautiful fair face, looking at him with a smile.

He couldn't help but smile, stretched out his hand, took Xian'er's soft and delicate body into his arms, lowered his head and pecked her red lips.

Xian'er smiled with a crooked eye, letting Wei Yang belittle her, and moved her body slightly to find a more comfortable position, leaning in Wei Yang's arms with attachment.

Until a moment later.

She gasped a little, and pressed it gently. Wei Yang's mischievous hand, which was starting to become a little dishonest, muttered: "Don't move, be more serious, someone is looking for you."

"Who is it again?" Wei Yang sounded a little dissatisfied.

Xian'er turned her head with a smile and pursed her lips in the direction outside the courtyard, "It's Jia Lao. He came here at noon. I saw that you were practicing so you didn't complain. He has been standing outside waiting for you for most of the day."

Wei Yang said softly, "Oh," "Why did he come to me?"

"I don't know, he didn't say." Xian'er shook her head, stood up from Wei Yang's arms, and while arranging her somewhat messy clothes, she didn't forget to roll her eyes at him.

Wei Yang chuckled.

"Disgusting." Xian'er spat softly, tucked a strand of hair scattered beside her face behind her ear, and asked, "Do you want to see him?"

Wei Yang smacked his lips helplessly and said, "Let's meet."

"Then I'll ask him to come in." Xian'er chuckled, turned around and left briskly with a touch of fragrant wind.

"Where's Qing Lin?" Wei Yang asked at her back.

"She went to wander over to the trading area."

…

"Mr. Wei."

Jia Xingtian, dressed in linen robes, walked over and greeted with a smile on his face.

"Jia Lao." Wei Yang nodded, asked him to sit down, picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of tea.

Jiaxingtian sat cross-legged on the futon, took the tea and thanked him. After taking a sip, he praised the tea as good.

"What does Jia Lao want from me?" Wei Yang got straight to the point.

Jia Xingtian put down his tea cup and solemnly said, "I came here to ask for a sixth-grade elixir."

"What elixir?" Wei Yang raised his eyebrows.

"Hunyuan Bone Shaping Pill!"

"Hunyuan Bone Shaping Pill?" Wei Yang muttered softly.

In his heart, he knew clearly that Jia Xingtian probably asked for this elixir for the Jingtao Dragon Beast.