Fight to Po: Emperor Yang

Chapter 811 Northern King

"Isn't there anything I can do about it?"

Xiao Yan spread his hands helplessly, "If possible, I don't want to improve my soul realm in this way. It's best to practice slowly. But time is running out. With my current soul in the middle stage of the Heaven Realm, I have no confidence in facing the Pure Lotus Demon Fire."

"Time waits for no one. At most, I will use the strange fire to refine the soul essences before consuming them. This time, I think it shouldn't have much of an impact."

Wei Yang was silent.

He knew that Xiao Yan was right. Xiao Yan really had no other better choice. This was the only way.

As for what Xiao Yan said about this being the only time, Wei Yang did not comment.

Now that you have tasted the sweetness, how could it really only happen once?

In the original novel, Xiao Yan's emperor-level soul broke through in the Heavenly Mausoleum. To do this, he didn't know how much essence he had extracted from those half-dead and half-alive souls in the Heavenly Mausoleum.

But, again, there was nothing he could do.

If you want to grow rapidly in a short period of time and catch up with the achievements that others take hundreds or even thousands of years to achieve in just a few decades, how can it be done without any cost and without taking any risks?

There were some shortcuts he had to take.

"Since you have made up your mind, just do it." Wei Yang said finally.

He flipped his hand and took out two jade bottles and threw them to Xiao Yan, "Take this back to the teacher."

One of the jade bottles contained a ball of blood essence, the blood essence of a holy ancient sky phoenix.

The other jade bottle contained a drop of half-emperor blood of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint.

Xiao Yan reached out and took the two jade bottles, nodded, and then turned around and left with King Nan without saying anything else.

Soon, the figure disappeared in the vast silver electric light.

With the departure of Xiao Yan and King Nan, the area deep in the Void Thunder Pool seemed to become a lot quieter.

Wei Yang retracted his gaze and looked at the Northern King who was still absorbing the black magic thunder.

The Southern King reached his limit, but the Northern King did not.

Although its improvement speed has obviously slowed down now, the feeling of steady progress has not disappeared.

Now, it is moving firmly and step by step towards the level of Five-Star Fighting Saint.

The flames of nothingness that were originally lingering on the surface of the body had already been retracted into the body.

Today, the Northern King sits there quietly, motionless.

It was like a small black hole that was constantly there, swallowing up the black magic lightning.

Obviously, with Wei Yang's additions, the Northern King's growth limit is much higher than that of the Southern King, and he can go further.

While the Northern King was achieving remarkable results, Wei Yang was also not lagging behind.

After a month of madly devouring the black magic thunder, he also gained a lot. Not only did he benefit physically, but his realm was also improved from the early four-star to the late four-star. He is steadily moving towards the peak four-star stage.

According to this situation, reaching five stars is only a matter of time.

As for the flame of life and death in the blood in his body, its power naturally increased greatly.

In addition to increasing along with Wei Yang's strength, the burning black flames were also filled with violent black arcs of electricity.

Obviously, after devouring so much black magic thunder, the Flame of Life and Death also completed a transformation.

In this way, the attack power of the Flame of Life and Death was greatly improved again.

The destruction was filled with rage.

In the black flame form, destruction is taken to an extreme.

With the blessing of thunder and fire, it is much more threatening than simple black magic thunder. Among the same level, I am afraid that no Fighting Saint dares to underestimate it.

After Xiao Yan left this episode, Wei Yang's mind continued to immerse himself in cultivation.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, another hundred days passed.

At a certain moment, in the black magic thunder area that became much sparser again.

Wei Yang suddenly opened his eyes.

Call ~

A breath filled with black arcs of electricity was spewed out from his mouth.

Immediately, he slowly stood up, and bursts of low thunderous sounds suddenly came from his body, echoing endlessly.

He clenched his fists, feeling a tremendous and boundless sense of power, as if there were dozens of giant dragons lurking in his muscles. As long as he had a thought, these dragons would rise up and erupt with terrible destructive power that would change the color of the heaven and earth.

"I'm at the peak of the middle five-star level, and I'm almost at the late five-star level." Wei Yang stretched his body, and his bones made crackling sounds.

After sensing his body slightly, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He murmured softly, then looked forward.

Looking at the black magic thunder area which was no longer as mighty as before because it was much sparser, Wei Yang shook his head with a little regret.

Pity.

This vast area of ​​black magic thunder has been almost completely destroyed by them in the past six months.

That kind of scene of thousands of thunders roaring simultaneously is now difficult to achieve.

"Forget it, we should not do anything to the extreme. Let's leave some roots for this Black Demon Thunder Pool. Otherwise, I will really be like a fish in a dried-up pond." Wei Yang shook his head and whispered.

He was already very satisfied that he had been able to advance from the early four-star realm to the current middle five-star realm in less than half a year.

In just less than half a year, his strength has increased dramatically.

It took less than half a year to go from the peak of three stars when he left Xingyun Pavilion to the middle of five stars now.

At the level of Fighting Saint, this speed of improvement can be called terrifying.

He took another solid step towards the pinnacle of this world.

As for the Black Demon Thunder Pool which had helped him a lot, Wei Yang decided to stop and not continue to cause trouble.

How can we drain and destroy such a naturally formed treasure?

"Come."

A thought came to my mind.

boom!

A burly black shadow, carrying a violent aura, turned into a stream of light and rushed out from the depths of the thunder pool. In a flash, it appeared in front of Wei Yang.

It was the King of the North.

"Tsk tsk." Wei Yang clicked his tongue twice and looked at the puppet carefully.

The Northern King now seemed to be covered in a thick layer of black armor, his entire body glowing with a deep, dark and mysterious luster.

A terrifying aura that even Wei Yang felt a little pressure slowly spread out from his body, distorting the surrounding void.

There is no doubt that this is an extremely evil creature!

A fierce and brave man who is not afraid of death, does not feel pain, and is not afraid of being injured.

"It can be said to be perfect."

Wei Yang touched the Northern King's arm, which was thicker than his thigh. The feeling of pressure from that force made him realize that this puppet was far superior to him in terms of physique alone.

The Northern King, who is at the peak five-star level, has even vaguely touched the six-star level. It can be said that he has already stepped half a foot into it.

Moreover, it seems that it has not reached that limit yet. If there is enough and powerful thunder for it to absorb, the King of the North can continue to become stronger!

This kind of puppet can only be described as perfect.

Looking at it, a vague sense of blood connection inexplicably emerged in my heart.

A portion of his own blood flows within the body of this puppet.

Moreover, that strand of blood has grown from being weak and feeble when they were separated to an extremely terrifying level now.

This discovery made Wei Yang feel a little speechless.

Unexpectedly, in this world, regardless of genes, if we only consider the degree of blood similarity, the one who is closest to me is actually a puppet.