The universe is vast and boundless.

A space crack that is more than ten miles long and several feet deep is not even considered an injury to the boundless world.

After Lu Yuan came out of the space crack, the pure energy of heaven and earth repaired the scars in space at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With a sizzling sound and blurred space, it quickly closed.

There is no other fighting saint like Zhong Eryong in this world.

Not far away, in the dark green cage, there was no change. It seemed that Zhong Eryong's master, Zhong Yanluo, did not even notice that one of his disciples had died.

Zhong Dayong, on the other hand, felt nervous when he saw Lu Yuan crushing Zhong Eryong's head with one foot.

But he soon cursed him inwardly as a waste and focused more on the treasures that fell into the sea.

Note who picked up the treasure.

After dealing with the strong men from Da Yan and Da Han, we must not let the people who picked up the Yin Compass, the Ghost King Talisman and a few other treasures that he values ​​escape.

Lu Yuan happily called out the attribute panel and looked at the extra attribute points.

[Strength: 2819 Dragon+]

[Realm: (Fighting Saint (Two Stars (1570527/6000000)))+]

【Fighting Skills:.
Great Creation Palm (1.25 million/2 million) +]

[Available attribute points: 8072239]

Appeared!
That “+” sign appeared again!!

With eight million attribute points, if he clicks on them now, he will be able to comprehend the mystery of the Great Creation Palm and his realm will be raised by one more star.

He suppressed his excited heart, his trembling hands, and his body unconsciously floated towards the fat woman.

Ren Biluo's fat body exuded an ice-blue aura. Holding an ice-blue blade with mysterious patterns on it, she kept slashing at the ghost fire.

The holy power on the sharp blade was indeed strong. Every time it slashed, it could cut a gash a foot long on the ghost fire. But this gash was quickly repaired like cutting water with a knife.

The enraged Ren Biluo no longer cared about her image. She condensed an equally icy blue blade in her other hand and used both hands to chopped the will-o'-the-wisp fiercely as if she was chopping pork.

Ren Biluo, who was attacking Zhong Dayong madly, did not react at all to Lu Yuan's arrival.

As for Zhong Dayong, while using his fighting spirit to repair the will-o'-the-wisp, he also became a little wary as he looked at the human boy with a crooked mouth and a somewhat vague expression.

He leaned back as far as he could, much further away from the other person.

This kid follows the body-building tradition. Previously, Zhong Eryong got in close combat with him and was beaten to death.

Although he was confident of his great strength, he would not necessarily be in such a bad state even if he was hit by a few punches at close range.

But there was really no need for him to take risks. He just had to wait for his master to deal with those two old guys, and then neither this kid nor the fat pig would be able to escape.

As the ice knife continued to swing, a black bean of fortune fell on the ghost fire that was protecting Zhong Dayong's body.

The soybean-sized black dot, the ancient and distant power of creation, poured into the wood like flint, burning a hole in the steel-like ghost fire.

Although the flint was strong, it eventually exhausted its energy, leaving a black scar the size of a bowl on it, and it went out.

Zhong Eryong, who was on high alert, secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his protective ghost fire was able to block the power of fate.

After experiencing it personally, he realized that the other party's power of creation was even stronger than he had imagined.

Zhong Er used that waste and relied on the Yin Compass to dissipate such power, which was indeed quite capable. Fortunately, although this power was strong, the threat to him was at most equivalent to that of the fat pig, and it was not enough to break his defense.

He urged the fighting spirit in his body to repair the ghost fire that stretched for dozens of feet. At this moment, he was much calmer than before.

Since his defense could not be broken, he would be invincible. There was no need for him to fight desperately with the two of them. He could just wait for his master to make a move.

As a powerful Fighting Saint, the fighting spirit contained in his holy body is more majestic and vast than the sea water under his feet. Even if it is extracted like a trickle of water, it can still be continuous.

Therefore, he no longer took the attacks from the fat pig and the boy who could not break his defense seriously.

His gaze sometimes went to the cage that was emitting a more violent aura, and sometimes he looked at the humans in the sea who had fished up treasures and were delighted. He wrote down all of those people in his little notebook, waiting for them to escape and then he would take special care of them.

During the moment when he was distracted, he discovered that the fighting spirit in the holy body that automatically repaired the will-o'-the-wisp seemed to flow a little faster.

I thought Ren Biluo was performing some desperate fighting skills again.

But seeing Ren Biluo holding two swords and with messy short hair, although she was more violent and screaming like a shrew or a ghost, her offensive force had not actually changed at all.

He turned his head again and looked at the human boy in the other direction.

Just as he saw the boy, black beans condensed in his palm one after another and were sent to him one after another.

A dozen black beans of good fortune were sent to his ghost fire, burning out black holes one after another. The ghost fire automatically repaired these gaps, which consumed more of the fighting spirit in his body.

He looked carefully at the power of destiny that dissipated on the will-o'-the-wisp, and after confirming that it was impossible to cause a fatal blow to him, he taunted Lu Yuan:
"Human boy, you haven't yet mastered the Palm of Fortune.

Why don't you try to punch me with hundreds of palms at the same time, beat yourself dry, and see if you can break my defense?"

When he saw that the other party's aura was rising little by little and the condensed power of creation was even more profound, the mockery on his face became even more intense.

The opponent's Palm of Fortune is indeed powerful.

It even has the ability to harm enemies across borders.

However, this kind of palm power must consume a huge amount of energy and put a great burden on the body.

The opponent actually dared to consume more holy power in this way. In less than an incense stick of time, his holy body would be torn apart. By then, he could consider taking the initiative to attack and take down the fat pig and the human boy together.

Zhong Da had a mocking expression on his face, but he didn't know that the human boy in front of him was not forcibly extracting more holy power from his body.

But the holy power in the body is constantly getting stronger!

The sound of "Ding ding ding~" was heard continuously.

A series of dark blue fonts appeared before my eyes.

[Great Creation Palm, progress +28]

[Realm Progress +1]

[Great Creation Palm, progress +28]

[Realm Progress +1]

The dark blue fingers that Lu Yuan conjured up were like the flapping wings of a young eagle, tapping the “+” sign behind the Great Thousand Creation Palm again and again.

The attribute points are consumed bit by bit, and the progress of the Great Thousand Creation Palm and the realm of Fighting Saint are also increasing bit by bit.

Along with it, the holy-level warm current in his body was also slowly increasing bit by bit, becoming even purer.

Although there was no qualitative change, the speed was much faster when the Great Creation Palm was condensed. (End of this chapter)