Douluo: After Reincarnation, secure the script of the group favorite

Chapter 37 Spike!

"Brother, attack its mouth or eyes."

Tang Sui turned his head and looked at Tang San. Tang San's eyes turned sharp as if he had just woken up from a dream. With a flash of his empty palm, he held a small pointed dagger made of fine iron. .

The Xuantian Kungfu was running, and Tang San's eyes were stained with purple, his back was facing the master and Tang Sui. The next second, his thin body jumped up from the spot, and accurately found the mandala snake struggling in pain. Exposed deadly gaps.

"Bah!"

The fine iron dagger pierced straight through the mandala snake's wide-open mouth and pierced into the ground.

The immobilized Datura snake received another fatal blow.

In just a few seconds, the tumbling huge body remained rigid in an arched posture. The scarlet snake pupils were all staring at the human cub who took its life. The luster of life finally dimmed unwillingly. .

Spike!

The master shrank his pupils, looked at Tang San who was standing not far from the mandala snake's corpse, he was also relieved after seeing that the other party stopped struggling, the corners of his mouth twitched stiffly, but he couldn't say anything.

He couldn't help but turned his head to look at Tang Sui, who was just a little pale, but he didn't cry, and he didn't have a sad face. Thinking of the terrifying power of the fox face just now, he felt a chill in his heart.

It wasn't because he was afraid of Tang Sui, but because he felt that this martial spirit was too weird and terrifying, which made people tremble subconsciously.

But the chill in his heart soon turned into ecstasy following the century-old soul ring condensed and flew out from the dead Mandala snake.

He patted Tang Sui's back bluntly, while comforting Tang Sui, he also began to urge Tang San: "Quick! Little San! Absorb the spirit ring of this mandala snake!"

"Teacher, what did you say? Let me absorb the spirit ring of the Mandala Snake?" Tang San looked at the master in surprise.

The master nodded seriously, "That's right, that's it. Before the mandala snake's cultivation reaches a thousand years, its body will grow by one centimeter every year it survives. The length of this mandala snake is already close to four meters. , which means that he has nearly 400 years of cultivation. It is just close to the limit for a soul master to absorb the first soul ring. You are born with full soul power, and it is not difficult for you to absorb it."

"But, teacher. My martial spirit is a plant, and this mandala snake is a beast-shaped spirit beast. Can I make it a spirit ring? Will there be no conflict?" Tang San asked doubtfully.

The master took a deep breath, with a frenzy in his eyes, and told Tang San about one of the ten core competencies he studied, the theory of martial soul mimicry.

After listening to the master's analysis and narration, Tang San's wavering heart has stabilized.

"Okay, teacher, I believe in you, and I am willing to practice your theory."

The master looked at Tang San's sincere little face, and there was a hint of relief on his face.

He squatted down and carefully placed Tang Sui on the ground, and said to Tang San: "Now quickly absorb the spirit ring, Sui Sui and I will help you guard the dharma."

Tang Sui also nodded, the fox face that had not been taken back by her faintly flew down to her side, those hollow and strange fox eyes stared at Tang San's direction.

An inexplicable chill rose from behind, and while Tang San felt a little cold, Tang Sui's sworn voice also reached his ears: "Brother, you can absorb the spirit ring at ease. Teacher and I will guard it for you. If any other spirit beast dares to come, I will let Fox Mian beat it away!"

The childish but sincere words turned into warmth, dispelling the chill that enveloped Tang San.

For a moment, looking at the fox's face, Tang San felt much more pleasing to the eye, immediately stopped talking, raised his right hand, controlled the circulation of the meridians, and slowly condensed his soul power into the palm of his hand.

The light blue halo lit up, and the blue silver grass grew out of his palm, exuding a faint breath of life, swaying and swaying gently with the fluctuation of the soul power.

Under the guidance of that light blue light, the century-old mandala snake spirit ring slowly flew towards Tang San.

"Sit cross-legged and guard your martial spirit."

Guided by the master at the side, Tang San sat down cross-legged on the same spot, focused his attention on the spirit in his right hand, concentrated on dealing with the approaching spirit ring with strong pressure, and began to absorb it.

(End of this chapter)