Fighting is broken, but the heroine script.

Chapter 693: Ancient Bell Shakes the Heaven

Yao Wan's words once again made Yao Ming quite surprised.

Whether it was the fact that she gave up on entering the Yellow Springs Stele and handed the opportunity over to others, or the words she said, they all made Yao Ming vaguely moved.

It was really surprising. The eldest lady of the Medicine Clan was indeed a particularly special person he had ever seen.

After all, how could a person who has the courage to say that his future may not be inferior to that of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint be an ordinary and simple person?

Without noticing Yao Ming's expression, Xiao Yan seemed to have already guessed what Yao Wan would say. He just nodded silently, then turned around and stared at the huge Yellow Springs Stele.

"Um--"

Xiao Yan nodded, then took a step forward and said, "Even so, I will handle it, Chief Yao Ming."

As he spoke, Xiao Yan could not help but look up at the huge stone tablet. On the stone tablet, there were many strange runes engraved, and there was a strange light flickering faintly. On the stone tablet, there was a huge finger and a palm print half a meter deep carved, and some strange information emanated from it. It seemed that this should be the method of practicing the so-called Yellow Spring Finger and Yellow Spring Palm.

Yao Ming first bowed solemnly in front of the stone tablet, then slowly stepped back, looked at Xiao Yan, and said: "If that's the case, then it all depends on you, son-in-law."

Xiao Yan nodded silently and looked at the stone tablet with a serious gaze. On it, he felt an extremely powerful spiritual pressure.

Just a trace of residual soul has such a powerful pressure. What kind of powerful person must he be in the past?
Such thoughts involuntarily emerged in Xiao Yan's mind.

“Back then, I once tried to obtain the cultivation method of “Heavenly Wrath of the Underworld” and the blood of the demon saint from the stone tablet, but when my soul power just invaded the stone tablet, I was shocked and vomited blood. It took me half a year to recover.”

Yao Ming looked at Xiao Yan's serious expression and sighed softly. He looked at the stone tablet with fear and said, "Even though my strength is many times stronger than before, I have a feeling that if it happens again, the outcome will not be much better than last time."

"Cultivation is cultivation, and soul power is soul power. This Yellow Spring Stele is obviously more likely to be affected by soul power."

From this perspective, if Yao Ming had never cultivated soul power, even if he had cultivated to a higher level, before his soul underwent a qualitative change, it would not make much difference to his needs for the Yellow Springs Stele, and it would be normal for him to be driven out.

Xiao Yan couldn't help but shake his head. Only people like them who knew a lot about soul power would know this truth. Many people knew nothing about it after breaking through to the Douluo level because they rarely came into contact with soul power, so they naturally suffered in silence.

"A person who can step half a foot into the Doudi level is not a simple person."

Yao Ming shook his head. Only those who have experienced such a terrifying sense of oppression can understand this feeling. It is also inevitable: "How is it? Is Master Xiao Yan confident?"

"I'm not sure, but I want to give it a try."

Xiao Yan stared at the stone tablet, but shook his head and said, although the gap between him and the Yellow Springs Demon Saint was as huge as the chasm between heaven and earth, after all, there was only a remnant of his soul in the stone tablet, and if they really clashed, the outcome would be hard to predict.

"In that case, then it all depends on Master Xiao Yan."

Hearing this, Yao Ming was slightly delighted to see Xiao Yan agree, and then said: "If you find anything wrong, withdraw as soon as possible."

"Ah."

Xiao Yan nodded slightly, and with a move of his body, he appeared on a stone pier right in front of the stone tablet. He slowly sat down cross-legged, and the soul in his heart began to stir.

"Don't disturb me during this time."

Xiao Yan said softly, and his body trembled slightly. Then, a somewhat illusory figure stepped out from between his eyebrows and finally hovered in front of the stone tablet.

Seeing that Xiao Yan's soul had actually condensed into a human form identical to his original body, Yao Ming secretly exclaimed in admiration. He was indeed worthy of being the son-in-law of the Medicine Clan. The soul power of this alchemist was extremely strong, which was far superior to his own.

The soul is too illusory. Nowadays, fighting spirit is rampant in the continent, and few strong people will pay too much attention to the cultivation of the soul. After all, although the soul is the foundation of human beings, it is difficult to achieve any overwhelming effect when fighting with others without special methods. This is not proportional to the energy and time required to cultivate it.

Therefore, the soul power of most strong men can only be said to be at a normal level. It is simply impossible for them to condense the empty soul into a physical form like Xiao Yan.

In fact, this is no longer a fact that can be changed by whether or not one possesses soul skills.

The illusory Xiao Yan stood still for a moment, but Yao Wan suddenly pointed at him, and a faint bell sounded for no reason, turning into a stream of light that directly hit Xiao Yan's soul body, causing the others to be startled. Xiao Yan's soul body staggered slightly, and then he couldn't help but look at Yao Wan, who had found a suitable place beside him to sit down and wait quietly.

"These ancient strongmen are not easy to get along with. Keep them well. You may need them in the future."

Yao Wan said calmly. Xiao Yan naturally didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He took a step forward, and his somewhat illusory body directly hit the stone tablet. At the moment when the two touched, the surface of the ancient stone tablet was like a liquid, and Xiao Yan's soul was like being swallowed, and strangely disappeared on the stone tablet.

…………

In the sky filled with ancient atmosphere, the thunder roared like a furious dragon, and the loud noise made the whole world tremble violently.

Xiao Yan's body was suspended in the air, looking at this strange space. A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and then he looked into the distance, looking at the end of this space.

Xiao Yan looked into the distance, but he only saw a huge throne on the top of the mountain in the distance. On the throne, a figure in a yellow fur robe was sitting upright. An aura that made even the heaven and earth tremble slowly spread out.

"You shouldn't have come, junior."

A faint voice, containing a kind of pressure from the soul, slowly entered Xiao Yan's ears. Under this voice, ripples appeared in his body.

"Call the young man who left a mark on your soul. The soul of the Heavenly Realm Great Perfection is more suitable than you to receive this inheritance."

The Yellow Springs Demon Saint spoke in a calm tone, but he was still quite surprised by Xiao Yan's appearance. The soul in the late Heavenly Realm was the strongest soul he had ever seen in such a long time, but unfortunately, it still did not meet his requirements.

Just when he thought he would be disappointed again, the young man in front of him had a trace of the aura of a soul in the great perfection of the heavenly realm entwined and protected him, which aroused the interest of the Yellow Springs Demon Saint.

The so-called inheritance is better to be without than to be incomplete. The Demon Saint Huangquan does not want his former unique skills to fall into the hands of mediocre people and bury the reputation of his famous skills.

But now, it seems that a particularly rare young person has arrived.

Xiao Yan was slightly startled, but he was not angry because Huangquan Demon Saint looked down on him. He just shook his head and said, "She won't come. She said she is confident that her self-created soul fighting skills will not be worse than yours."

"what?"

The remnant soul of the Yellow Springs Demon Saint was slightly stunned, as if he had never expected that such a thing would happen to him.

Could it be that my name and reputation have been completely buried in the long river of history, and even the younger generation today don't remember me?

"That's not the case - it's just her nature. Her ambition is higher than the sky."

Within the soul space, Xiao Yan was also vaguely aware of Huangquan Demon Saint's thoughts at the moment, but he couldn't help but shook his head slightly and said.

"Huh, so she let you come?! You are such a bold young man!"

Huangquan Demon Saint had never been looked down upon like this before. He could not help but laugh angrily and said, "Then I want to see if you are qualified to accept my inheritance, since she lets you come!"

The Yellow Spring Demon Saint under the throne suddenly opened his eyes, and an extremely strong soul wave burst out like lightning, like a sword, shooting towards Xiao Yan fiercely.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan also smiled. He did not retreat but advanced. With a wave of his sleeves, vast soul waves rippled out, completely resisting the soul attack of Huangquan Demon Saint.

"If not, why would I come here?!"

"Then you'd better catch it!"

With this contact, the expression of the Yellow Spring Demon Saint changed slightly, and then a mysterious mark appeared in front of him. In an instant, an extremely terrifying wave surged up, and under this wave, this piece of space collapsed and cracked in an instant, it looked as if the end of the world had come.

Sensing the kind of fluctuations that even made him feel a little frightened, Xiao Yan's expression became extremely solemn. The battle of souls was more dangerous than the battle of fighting spirit. If one was not careful, it would lead to the collapse of the soul. Once the soul was scattered, a person's life would completely dissipate between heaven and earth.

Xiao Yan could naturally guess what it was.

"The Wrath of the Underworld..."

Xiao Yan took a deep breath and did not hesitate any longer. An imaginary ancient bell suddenly wrapped up Xiao Yan.

The Yellow Springs Demon Saint narrowed his eyes slightly, but it did not affect the speed of his fighting skills at all.

Along with a deafening roar suddenly erupted from a tall and majestic figure like a surging wind and clouds, the invisible wave came in an instant and hit the ancient bell that protected Xiao Yan. The ancient bell also made a loud bell sound, colliding with the invisible sound waves of Huangquan Tiannu.

(End of this chapter)