Yang Bo stared at the index finger of his right hand, watching the blood overflowing, feeling the sting of the original power of the Golden Law.

A ray of light overflowed from Yang Bo's eyes. This ray of light fell on the original power and immediately wrapped it up, and the blood stopped flowing.

When Luo Yu saw the power of origin falling on Yang Bo's finger, his expression changed drastically. He was about to shout, trying to get Yang Bo to control it. Unexpectedly, the power of origin was controlled by Yang Bo right after, and even the wound was damaged.

Get better!

What is going on? Can Yang Bo control the original power?

Luo Yu stared in the direction of Yang Bo, with a look of shock on his face!

Yang Bo felt the original power wrapped in brilliance, and controlled this trace of original power on his index finger.

Then, Yang Bo touched Luo Yu's wound again, and the original power on the wound suddenly jumped over and entered Yang Bo's index finger, and a severe tingling sensation came!

Yang Bo was ready and was about to use his spiritual power to block the original power. Unexpectedly, all these original powers entered the brilliance and were completely wrapped in the brilliance!

Luo Yu exclaimed: "My injury is healed!"

Yang Bo looked up and saw that Luo Yu's wound was no longer bleeding, which surprised him.

The original power of the Golden Principle is like a tarsal maggot on a wound, which is difficult to get rid of. If the original power can be eliminated, the wound will heal in the blink of an eye!

Luo Yu stared at Yang Bo's fingers and couldn't help but cup his hands and said: "Fellow Daoist Yang is indeed extraordinary!"

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yang, for your help. If not for Fellow Daoist Yang's help, I'm afraid it would have taken at least a few years for me to get rid of the original power this time!"

Yang Bo waved his hand, "Fellow Daoist Luo, you're welcome!"

"These original powers entered my fingers and were controlled by me using the Golden Rule. I want to go back and study them!"

Luo Yu quickly said: "Fellow Daoist Yang, please help yourself!"

Yang Bo turned around and left.

Luo Yu looked at the direction Yang Bo left and was surprised. He really didn't expect that Yang Bo actually controlled the original power. Doesn't this mean that Yang Bo has touched the threshold of the original power of the Golden Law?

In this way, wouldn't Yang Bo have cultivated to the realm of pseudo-Taoist ancestors?

Thinking of this, Luo Yu was startled. He looked around and saw no one around. He breathed a sigh of relief because this idea was so amazing!

Luo Yu immediately thought of several other injured fellow Taoists. He originally wanted to ask Yang Bo to help with the treatment, but now it seems that he still needs to wait for Yang Bo to fully control the original power!

Yang Bo returned to his residence. He studied for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out where the original power came from and how to grasp it!

However, as the brilliance in Yang Bo's eyes entered his index finger more and more, Yang Bo was able to separate these original powers and form a state one by one.

Yang Bo went out and reached a mountaintop hundreds of kilometers away from Yaochi. Yang Bo separated a trace of the original power and shouted in a low voice, "Golden Power!"

With this low cry, a trace of original power flew out along with the law.

"Bang!"

In an instant, the 100-meter-high mountaintop cracked open, and a large number of rocks rolled down towards the foot of the mountain!

Yang Bo was almost shocked when he saw this scene!

Rocks rolled down and smoke filled the sky!

After a while, there was gradually no movement on the hilltop. Although there was still a lot of smoke and dust, Yang Bo could clearly see that under the smoke and dust, the hilltop had turned into flat ground!

Golden light flashed across Yang Bo's body, and he disappeared from the spot.

Soon, several figures fell down, and they stared at the mountain in front of them, full of surprise.

One person shouted: "What happened? Why did this mountain suddenly collapse?"

"I can feel the strong power of the Golden Law. Could it be that a Golden Law monk came to attack me?"

"This shouldn't be a sneak attack. Is someone practicing Taoism? What kind of Taoism can be so powerful?"

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Yang Bo returned to his residence. He looked at his right index finger and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. With the original power of the Golden Law, he felt more confident.

Yang Bo entered the nine-story pagoda. He chopped off a branch of the Purple Bamboo Ancestral Tree. He poured a trace of the original power into it. The Purple Bamboo Ancestral Tree instantly cracked open and was completely unable to withstand the original power!

Yang Bo breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, these high-grade spiritual trees could not withstand the power of the original source. Otherwise, if the Taoist ancestor had drawn the original power into the Taoist ancestor's talisman, Yang Bo would have died many times!

In the past, Yang Bo always felt that the power of the Dao Ancestor Talisman was not strong enough. Now it seems that it is not that the Dao Ancestor is not strong enough, but because the Dao Ancestor Talisman cannot carry the true strength of the Dao Ancestor!

A few days later, Yang Bo went to see several other injured monks. He absorbed all the original power of the Golden Principle in these people onto his right index finger and stored it.

Because the power of the source is too powerful, Yang Bo absorbs the power of the source very slowly. After each absorption, he has to rest and adjust.

Su Muran waited for several days, but Yang Bo never came, so she found Yang Bo directly.

Yang Bo received the other party.

Su Muran bowed towards Yang Bo and saluted: "I heard that fellow Taoist Yang can help us get rid of the source of the Golden Law!"

Yang Bo said: "You are welcome, fellow Taoist Su!"

"In the past few days, I have been helping everyone heal. Because the source of power is too strong, the progress is slow!"

"If Fellow Daoist Su is anxious, I can arrange for Fellow Daoist Su's treatment as soon as possible!"

Su Muran quickly bowed and saluted again: "Fellow Daoist Yang, it would be great if we could make arrangements as soon as possible!"

"It's not that I can't bear the sting of the wound, but it's because I really have something important to deal with recently!"

Yang Bo nodded and said directly without asking any further questions: "Fellow Daoist Su goes back to make preparations. How about I come over later?"

Su Muran looked anxious, "Fellow Daoist Yang, can you start treatment now?"

"I will leave immediately, there is no time to delay!"

Yang Bo frowned, but even though he was confused, he nodded.

Su Muran suddenly felt shy, "Fellow Daoist Yang, I'm so sorry, I'm so rude!"

Yang Bo originally thought that Su Muran was apologizing for being anxious just now, so he opened his mouth to speak. Unexpectedly, Su Muran lifted up his clothes, revealing a section of his waist as white as jade!

Su Muran closed her eyes slightly, her face flushed, "Fellow Daoist Yang, hurry up!"

Yang Bo was full of surprise. He knew very well that Su Muran was an old vixen who had been practicing for many years. When she talked about marriage with him before, she was not shy at all!

However, Yang Bo's eyes fell on Su Muran and he couldn't help but frown.

Su Muran's skin was like snow, and her waist was slender. There were several wounds on the left side of her waist. Although they were not big, blood was constantly overflowing.

Yang Bo came closer, stretched out his fingers and gently touched the wound. Su Muran shuddered, and a blush appeared on her fair skin.
Chapter completed!