Douluo's blood saw grass

The entrance to the Four Points Forest.

"Six people in pairs, one more to go."

"The soul sect leads the team, safe and worry-free! The starting price is a hundred gold!"

Still a familiar recipe!

Unknowingly, time quietly passed through summer and knocked on the door of harvest.

It’s another golden autumn!

In three months, Fang Ju will celebrate his seventh birthday. Just a few days ago, Fang Ju finally reached the tenth level of soul power cultivation.

Walking towards the entrance of the forest, Fang Ju's mood was indescribably beautiful.

He can finally hunt for soul rings and become a soul master!

"The weather is so sunny, the flowers smile at me, and the bird says..."

Fang Ze and Tang Weiyan smiled and looked at their son who was humming and jumping up and down.

Mom and Dad are very happy!

In less than a year, Fang Ju had improved his soul power to the third level. Even if he compared him with the most outstanding genius in Wuhun Palace, his son was only slightly inferior. What a proud kid!

"Son, be careful, don't run too fast, or you may fall!"

"Okay, Mom."

As he promised, Fang Ju secretly quickened his steps and his eyes wandered around, looking for the figure of the vampire vine...

Before coming to hunt for the soul ring, Fang's father had a long conversation with Fang Ju. Fang's father's original intention was to let Fang Ju continue the family tradition and become a long-range attack spirit master.

In this way, Fang Ju not only has a method to follow for his early development, but if he practices along this path in the later stage, he can also accumulate experience for those who come after him.

But Fang Ju rejected Fang's father and told Fang's father his thoughts. Fang's father was silent for a long time after hearing this, and finally had to admit that the control system soul master was indeed more suitable for Fang Ju's long-term development.

However, the blood-sucking characteristics of bloodsaw grass still worried Father Fang. But looking at his son's clear and firm eyes, Father Fang really couldn't say no.

"Forget it, since you are so determined on your own path, then Dad respects your decision. But Dad still wants to remind you once again: There are no evil spirits, only evil soul masters."

This is what Fang Ju said after Fang's father was silent for a long time that night.

"Found it, there is one here!" Mother Fang's voice came from behind.

Fang Ju looked back and saw a light red vine about the thickness of an arm, wrapped around a large tree that was beyond the reach of two people. The vines only have sparse leaves, and the bare vine body is dotted with red spots. Under the vines are piles of various decayed bones. From a distance, it looks like a ferocious python.

It is the goal of this trip, the blood-sucking vine!

After reaching an agreement on the development direction of the soul master, Fang and his son discussed it for several days, and finally considered using the plant-type soul beast blood-sucking vine as Fang Ju's goal to obtain the first soul ring.

Like many plant-type soul beasts, the age of the vampire vine is also represented by its length.

The vampire vine in front of me is about four meters long and about four hundred years old. According to the master's soul ring absorption theory, it is just right for Fang Ju to be the first soul ring to absorb.

"It's a bit troublesome. These vines are very good at finding places."

"Ah Zai, why don't we just forget about it and we'll just get another one."

When the words came, Fang Ju was a little confused.

"Well, this blood-sucking vine has a limited number of years, so there shouldn't be too powerful soul beasts entrenched here. I'll test it out first. If it doesn't work, we'll find another suitable one." Suitable soul beasts are hard to find, and Father Fang doesn't want to give up easily. .

"Sword grass, open!"

Father Fang released his martial spirit. Fang Mu quickly asked Fang Ju to hide behind her.

"Mom, what did you find? Is it a soul beast? I didn't see anything?"

"Did you see that pile of white bones? There would never be such a big pile around a normal plant-type soul beast. Even if the hunting is over and all the flesh and blood of the corpse is devoured, the roots of the plants will wrap up the bones layer by layer. entangled, and finally buried in the soil, becoming nutrients for its growth. And this blood-sucking vine is just a century-old soul beast. Obviously, so many exposed bones in front of you are not all caused by it. There should be stronger ones here. Predator!" Tang Wei explained softly.

Fang Ju was stunned, is it so scary? If you come here alone, you will definitely not find it, and maybe just give it to someone else, take care of it, takeaway guy! It’s so dangerous in the wild!

The words are divided into two parts.

While mother and son were asking and answering questions, the sword grass on Fang Zhe's right hand stretched out and slowly penetrated into the pile of bones.

"Chichi!"

A palm-sized centipede poked its head towards the grass blades and spat out a mouthful of venom that glowed with blue light.

The sword grass has corroded spots visible to the naked eye.

"Bone-eating centipede!" Father Fang quickly took two steps back.

Taking a closer look, I saw that the whole body of the centipede was pale, the same color as the bones. A pair of jaws on the head are opening and closing constantly, the shiny carapace is fluttering, and a layer of white powder is scraped off the white bones. Slightly curved and slender legs as wide as the body are neatly arranged on both sides of the body, and there are so many of them. The scalp is numb! There is also a slightly reddish silver thread on the tail.

"The second soul skill, sword twisting!"

Following Father Fang's order, the sword grass that was already close to the bone pile suddenly spread out into a fan shape and rushed into the bone pile from different directions. Like a fish trapped on the shore and struggling to flop, it writhed and twisted in the bone pile. Collapse!

"Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

Seeing his home being destroyed, the Bone-Eating Centipede, who was covered in sword marks, was instantly angered. Thousands of legs surged, and the centipede snaked towards Fang Ze quickly.

"Thrust!"

The first soul ring shines with yellow light.

Fang Ze didn't dare to be careless at all, and took two steps back again, controlling the spirit to shoot continuously on the path between the centipede and himself.

"When~"

Like gold and stone hitting each other, the sound of a silver bottle being broken echoed in the boiling dust.

When the dust settled, a white shadow lay motionless in the grass, only three meters away from Fang Ze.

"Go!" Fang Zhe did not withdraw his martial spirit immediately, but controlled it to continue attacking the bone-corroding centipede. The world is dangerous, so remember to last-ditch it!

There was another burst of pinging bells...

"Fortunately, it's not a thousand years yet!" Father Fang took back his martial spirit and his spirit was no longer tense. He walked forward and confirmed that the centipede that had been broken into small pieces indeed no longer had the breath of life.

"Dad/Ah Ze, are you okay?" Tang Wei and her son gathered around.

"It's okay, it's just a century-old bone-eating centipede, it can't threaten me."

"Strike while the iron is hot, let's kill the vampire vine first and let Xiaoju absorb the soul ring."

As the sword grass was waved in front of the tree, sections of vines clinging to the tree fell off, leaving only a section of vine roots buried in the soil that squirmed slightly.

Fang Ju took a dagger, held down the struggling root of the vine, and chopped it off hard!

"puff."

It's like cutting off a person's aorta. The roots of the vines splashed out a large amount of blood-like juice, dyeing the clothes on Fang Ju's chest blood red. A yellow soul ring slowly rose from where the blade fell...

Fang Ju didn't waste any time and quickly sat down cross-legged, intending to guard his martial spirit.

Pulled by the soul power, the soul ring slowly fell towards the bloodsaw grass in his right palm.

As the red and yellow soul lights collided and penetrated each other, Fang Ju slowly closed his eyes.

Fang Zhe and his wife were watching silently not far away.