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Chapter 10: The First Soul Ring Skill (1)


And in the next moment, he seemed to hear a crisp crack, and then, the heat flow spread wildly and fused again.

Merge into a milky white airstream.

The original meandering stream turned into a small river in an instant, and the blazing pain disappeared wherever it passed, leaving only the comfort of scorching.

It worked.

Ecstasy came again, Tang San was very familiar with that broken feeling, it was clearly the feeling when the first bottleneck of Xuantian Gong was broken, the internal force and the power of the soul ring fused together, turning into a more powerful force, in a very short period of time, it quickly rotated around the meridians in the body for several weeks, slowly flowing into his own dantian.

Just as Tang San had guessed, when he came to this world, his Xuantian Gong had invisibly formed a strange fit with the soul master's soul power.

Each weight of Xuantian Gong corresponds to a title of soul master.

With this first soul ring, he finally broke through the bottleneck of the first level of Xuantian Gong.

Of course, his current strength is by no means as simple as Xuantian Gong entering the second level, he also has the power of the martial soul that the Tang Sect does not have, as well as the skills brought by the first soul ring.

The refreshing feeling brought by absorbing the soul ring cannot be described in words, as if floating in the clouds and being powerless, as if entering the peak of bliss.

All over his body, thirty-six thousand pores were all open, greedily breathing in the wonderful air, and the qualitative change made Tang San's body already undergo strange changes.

Tang San tried his best to calm the excitement in his heart, Xuan Tiangong's breakthrough with the help of the soul ring told him the direction of future development, he knew that no matter what, his life in this world would probably never be separated from the martial soul again.

Soul power is the internal force of Xuantian Gong, and internal force is also soul power.

He is destined to embark on a path of soul master.

Of course, he is a soul master who belongs to the Tang Sect.

When Tang San slowly opened his eyes, the sky was already bright, and the vigorous vitality brought by the new day seemed to be calling his body.

Tang San looked down at himself, he found that his body seemed to have undergone some changes because of the soul ring, his originally thin figure seemed to have grown a little taller, his shoulders were a little broader, and his skin had an extra layer of lustre.

Between the gestures, the lightness full of power is so comfortable, there is no need to deliberately experiment, he also knows that not only has his internal strength broken through the bottleneck, but all aspects of his body's functions have also been greatly improved under the effect of the soul ring of the hundred-year-old mandala snake.

"Teacher."

Coming to his senses, Tang San's first thought was the master, and he was eager to tell the master that the master's soul beast mimicry theory was successful.

During the whole fusion process, although I also suffered a lot, I didn't feel any conflict.

When his gaze found the master, he couldn't help but be surprised.

The Master lay on the ground, his body seemed to be stiff and motionless.

Around him and the master, a circle was formed with sulfur powder, as had been the case in the previous camp.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Tang San was in a hurry, and hurriedly turned over, came to the master's side, and helped his body up.

Seeing the master's face, Tang San blurted out and said, "Poison." ” The master's originally stiff face was surrounded by black qi, and the whole person was already with more qi in and less qi out, and his body was hard, and he had lost all his senses.

"How could the teacher be poisoned" With questions, Tang San suddenly felt that there was something abnormal in the master's body, and hurriedly pulled the sleeve on his right arm.

I saw that the master's right arm was already three times larger than normal, and the skin was propped up to turn bright purple, but fortunately, a cloth belt was tightly tied at the base of the arm, which was obviously the first aid measure after the master found out that he was poisoned.

Despite this, he was still unconscious even though most of the toxin did not spread, which shows how domineering this poison is.

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Tang San suddenly understood the reason for the master's poisoning.

When he and the master were chased by the mandala snake before, the master's martial soul Luo Sanpao was bitten by the mandala snake, and it was bitten on Luo Sanpao's right front leg, and the master quickly took it back.

The beast martial soul and the host are one, even if the master's beast martial soul is mutated.

Martial soul poisoning is equivalent to the host being poisoned.

However, the master was bent on helping him absorb the soul ring, regardless of his own safety, and when he entered the cultivation state, his soul power could not restrain the toxin, so that he was poisoned.

Relatively speaking, the weapon martial soul has an advantage in this regard, and the weapon martial soul will not affect the host itself if it is contaminated with toxins.

"Fortunately, the teacher stopped the spread of the virus, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to do it."

After Tang San touched the pulse of the master's left hand, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The toxin has not yet hit the heart, and it is still too late to be saved.

Born in the Tang Sect, he couldn't be clearer about how to deal with the poisonous wound Tang San.

At this time, he didn't care if the flames would summon soul beasts, so he quickly summoned some dry branches and leaves from the surroundings, lit a fire with a fire fold, and then directly ripped off the sleeve of the master's right arm, dug a hole in the ground with the short sword that the master gave him, and then took out the water and washed the sword body.

The bonfire gradually became stronger, and after Tang San baked the short sword on the bonfire repeatedly, he dragged the master's body to the side of the small pit, letting his right hand hang down in the pit.

Taking a deep breath, Tang San flipped his wrist and slashed three swords in a row, slashing at the master's veins, arm bends, and armpits.

Suddenly, three streams of purple-black blood shot out with a rich fishy smell and a faint fragrance of tea, flowing into the small pit dug in advance like three small rivers

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