Douluo Continent

Chapter 10 The First Soul Ring Skill (1)

Chapter 10 The First Soul Ring Skill (1)

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And at the next moment, he seemed to hear a breaking sound, and then, a stream of heat crazily spread out and fused again. Merged into milky white air currents. The original meandering creek instantly turned into a small, bubbling and flowing river, where the hot pain disappeared, only comfort remained.

It's working. Ecstasy came again, Tang San was very familiar with that shattered feeling, clearly the feeling when the first bottleneck of Xuantian Kungfu was broken, the inner strength and soul ring power merged into one, becoming an even stronger power. a very short time, it quickly rotated around the meridians in the body for several weeks, and slowly flowed into his dantian.

As Tang San had guessed, in this world, his Xuantian Kung had formed a strange match to the spirit power of the spirit teacher. Each level of Xuantian Kungfu corresponds to a soul master's degree. After obtaining this first soul ring, he had finally broken through the bottleneck of the first level of Xuantian Kungfu.

Of course, his current strength was not as simple as Xuantian Kungfu entering the second level, he also possessed martial soul power that the Tang Sect did not possess, and the skills that the first soul ring carried.

The refreshing feeling that was brought about by absorbing the soul ring could not be described with words, as if hovering in a powerless cloud, and as if entering the peak of happiness. Throughout the body, 36,000 pores opened, greedily inhaling the beautiful air, the qualitative changes caused Tang San's body to undergo a strange change.

Tang San tried his best to calm the excitement in his heart. Xuan Tiangong's breakthrough with the help of the spirit ring told him the direction of his future development. He knew that after all, his life in this world would never escape his spirit. Soul power is the internal strength of Xuantian Kung Fu, and internal strength is also the power of the soul. I was destined to start the path of a soul master. Of course, he was a soul master belonging to the Tang Sect.

When Tang San slowly opened his eyes, the sky was already bright, and the strong vitality brought by the new day seemed to call out to his body.

Tang San looked down at himself, and he discovered that his body seemed to have undergone some changes due to obtaining the spirit ring. His originally thin figure seemed to grow slightly taller, his shoulders were also slightly wider, and his skin was flatter.

In every movement, the light full force was so comfortable, there was no need to experiment deliberately, he also knew that not only had his internal strength broken through the bottleneck, he had broken through the bottleneck, but all the functions of his body have also been enhanced under the action.The soul ring of the century-old mandala snake.

"Teacher." After waking up, the first thing Tang San thought of was the Grandmaster, he was anxious to tell the Grandmaster that the Grandmaster's soul monster mimicry theory worked. During the entire fusion process, although he also endured a lot of pain, he did not feel any conflict.

When his eyes found his master, he could not help his shock.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you." Tang San was anxious, turned around quickly, came to his master, and helped him up.

Looking at the Grandmaster's face, Tang San exclaimed, "Toxic."

The originally rigid face of the master was surrounded by black energy, his entire body was filled with more air and less air being released, his body stiffened, and he lost all feeling.

“How could that teacher be poisoned?” With hesitation, Tang San suddenly felt something abnormal on his master's body, and hurriedly pulled the sleeves on his right arm.

I saw that his master's right arm was three times larger than usual, and his skin stretched out and turned bright purple. Fortunately, the cloth belt was tied tightly at the base of the arm. Clearly, it was you who discovered that he was the first aid of poisoning. Even so, even though most of his poison did not spread, he remained in a coma, which showed just how arrogant the poison was.

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Tang San suddenly understood the reason why his master was poisoned. When he and his master were hunted by the Datura snake before, his master's Wuhun Luo Sanpao was bitten by the Datura snake, it was on Luo Sanpao's front right foot, and his master quickly pulled him back. The spirit beast and its host were one, even if the spirit beast master mutated. The soul martial poisoning was equivalent to the host being poisoned as well. However, the master focused on helping him absorb the soul ring, regardless of his own safety.After he entered the cultivation state, his soul force was unable to withstand the poison, so the poison exploded.

Relatively speaking, Qi Wuhun had an advantage in this, the contamination of Qi Wuhun toxin would not affect the host itself.

"Fortunately, the teacher prevented the poison from spreading, otherwise I won't do anything." Tang San secretly felt relieved after feeling the pulse of his master's left hand. The poison had not yet invaded the mind, and there was still time to save it.

Born in the Tang Sect, Tang San was very clear on how to deal with toxic wounds. At this moment, he did not care whether the fire would summon the soul of a savage beast, so he quickly summoned a few branches and dried leaves from the surroundings, lighting the fire with a pouch of fire, so he quickly called out, and then immediately pulled the right sleeve of his master.sleeve, The master dug a hole in the ground for his short sword, and then took out clean water to wash the sword clean.

The bonfire gradually lit up, Tang San grilled the short sword over the campfire repeatedly, then dragged his master's body to the side of the small hole, letting his right hand hang in the hole.

Taking a deep breath, Tang San flipped his wrist, and unsheathed three swords in a row, each in his master's veins, arms, and armpits.

Immediately, three streams of blackish-purple blood gushed out with a strong fishy smell and a faint aroma of tea, pouring into the small hole dug before like three small rivers.