Douluo: After reincarnation, hold on to the script of group pets

Chapter 37 Instant Kill!

"Brother, attack its mouth or eyes."

Tang Sui turned his head and looked at Tang San. Tang San's eyes suddenly turned stern as if he had just woken up from a dream. His empty little hand flashed, and a small pointed dagger made of fine iron was already in his hand.

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The Xuantian Technique was running, and Tang San, who had his back to the master and Tang Sui, had a hint of purple in his eyes. The next second, his thin body suddenly jumped up from the place, and accurately found the mandala snake when it was struggling in pain.

The fatal gap exposed.

"Bah!"

The fine iron dagger penetrated straight from the mandala snake's wide-open mouth and stabbed into the ground.

The immobilized Datura snake received another fatal blow.

In just a few seconds, the huge body that was constantly tumbling remained frozen in an arched posture. The scarlet snake eyes stared at the human cub who took its life. The luster of life finally turned gray unwillingly.

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Instant kill!

The master's pupils shrank, and he looked at Tang San, who was standing not far from the mandala snake's body. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party had stopped struggling. The corners of his mouth twitched stiffly, but he couldn't say anything.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Tang Sui's little face, which was just a little pale but not crying or uncomfortable. Thinking of the terrifying power of the fox face just now, he felt a chill in his heart.

It's not that he's afraid of Tang Sui, it's just that he thinks this martial spirit is so weird and terrifying that it makes people tremble subconsciously.

But the chill in his heart soon turned into ecstasy as the century-old soul ring condensed and flew out of the dead mandala snake.

He patted Tang Sui's back stiffly, and while comforting Tang Sui, he also began to urge Tang San: "Hurry! Xiao San! Absorb the soul ring of this mandala snake!"

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

The master nodded seriously, "Yes, that's it. Before the mandala snake reaches a thousand years of cultivation, its body will grow by one centimeter every year it lives. This mandala snake is already nearly four meters long.

, which means that he has nearly four hundred years of cultivation. It is just close to the limit for a soul warrior to become a soul master to absorb the first soul ring. You are innately full of soul power, so 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 hint of fanaticism in his eyes, and told Tang San about one of the ten core competitivenesses he studied, the Wuhun Mimicry Theory.

After listening to the master's analysis and narration, Tang San's still somewhat shaken mind stabilized.

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

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

He knelt down and carefully placed Tang Sui on the ground, and said to Tang San: "Absorb the spirit ring now, Suisui and I will help you guard the law."

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

An inexplicable chill rose from behind, and Tang San felt a little cold. At the same time, Tang Sui's vowed voice also reached his ears: "Brother, you can absorb the soul ring with peace of mind. Teacher and I will help you guard it. If

If any other soul beast dares to come, I will let Fox Face beat it away!"

The child's immature but sincere words turned into warmth, dispelling the chill that enveloped Tang San.

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

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

Pulled by the light blue light, the century-old mandala snake soul ring slowly flew towards Tang San.

"Sit cross-legged and keep your martial spirit in mind."

The master was guiding on the side, and Tang San followed the instructions and sat down cross-legged on the spot, focusing on the martial spirit in his right hand, concentrating on dealing with the spirit ring approaching with strong pressure, and began to absorb it.

(End of chapter)