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And at the next moment, he seemed to hear a crisp crack, and then, the heat flow spread out crazily, and then merged into a milky white air flow. The original winding stream instantly turned into a small river,

The gurgling flow, wherever it passes, the burning pain has disappeared, leaving only the soothing comfort.

Success. The ecstasy came again. Tang San was very familiar with that broken feeling. It was clearly the feeling when the first bottleneck of Xuantian Kung was broken. The inner force and the power of the soul ring merged together, turning into a stronger force.

The powerful power quickly revolved around the meridians in the body for several weeks in a very short period of time, and slowly flowed into his Dantian.

Just as Tang San guessed, when he came to this world, his Xuantian Technique had invisibly formed a strange fit with the soul master's soul power. Each level of Xuantian Technique corresponds to a title of the soul master. Obtained

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

Of course, his current power is not just as simple as entering the second level of Xuantian Kung. He also possesses martial soul power that the Tang Sect does not have, as well as the skills brought by the first soul ring.

The feeling of relief brought about after absorbing the soul ring cannot be described in words. It feels like floating in the clouds and feeling unstressed, and also seems to have entered the peak of bliss. Thirty-six thousand pores are open all over the body.

, breathing the wonderful air greedily, the qualitative change caused Tang San's body to undergo strange changes.

Tang San tried his best to calm down the excitement in his heart. The breakthrough of Xuantian Kung with the help of the spirit ring told him the direction of future development. He knew that no matter what, he would probably never be able to separate from the martial spirit in his life in this world.

Soul power is the internal power of Xuantian Gong, and internal power is also soul power. He is destined to embark on the path of a soul master. Of course, he is a soul master belonging 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 lowered his head and looked at himself. He found that his body seemed to have undergone some changes because of receiving the spirit ring. His originally thin figure seemed to have grown a little taller, his shoulders were a little wider, and his skin had an extra layer.

Brilliant luster.

When he moved his hands and feet, the feeling of lightness full of power was so comfortable. He didn't need to deliberately test it. He also knew that not only did his internal strength break through the bottleneck, but all aspects of his body's functions were also improved under the influence of the century-old mandala snake's soul ring.

A substantial improvement.

"Teacher." When he woke up, the first thing Tang San thought of was the master. He was eager to tell the master that the master's theory of soul beast mimicry was successful. Although he endured a lot of pain during the entire fusion process, there was no conflict.

Feel.

When his eyes 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 made of sulfur powder, just like the situation in the previous camp.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" Tang San was worried, and he quickly turned over, came to the master's side, and helped his body up.

Seeing the master's face, Tang San blurted out, "Poison."

The master's originally stiff face was surrounded by black energy. His whole body was already taking in too much air and outgoing less. His body was stiff and he had lost all feeling.

"How could the teacher be poisoned?" With doubts, Tang San suddenly felt something abnormal about the master's body, and quickly pulled open the sleeve on his right arm.

I saw that the master's right arm had swollen three times more than normal, and the skin was stretched and turned bright purple. Fortunately, there was a cloth belt tightly tied at the base of the upper arm. It was obviously after the master found out that he had been poisoned.

First aid measures. Despite this, he was still unconscious when most of the poison did not spread, which shows how overbearing this poison is.

An idea flashed in his mind, and 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 spirit Luo Sanpao was bitten by the mandala snake.

It bit 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. The poisoning of the martial soul is equivalent to the host being also poisoned.

He was poisoned. However, the master devoted himself to helping him absorb the soul ring, without caring about his own safety. When he entered the state of cultivation, his soul power could not restrain the poison, and the poison was released.

Relatively speaking, the weapon soul has an advantage in this regard. If the weapon soul is contaminated by toxins, it will not affect the host itself.

"Fortunately, the teacher stopped the poison from spreading, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to do anything else." After Tang San felt the pulse of the master's left hand, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The poison had not yet hit his heart, and there was still time to save him.

Born in the Tang Sect, Tang San knew very well how to deal with poisonous injuries. At this time, he didn't care whether the flames would summon the spirit beasts, so he quickly summoned some dry branches and leaves from the surroundings, and lit a fire with fire sticks.

, then directly pulled off the sleeve of the master's right arm, dug a hole in the ground with the dagger the master gave him, then took out the clean water and washed the sword body clean.

The bonfire gradually became more intense. After Tang San roasted the dagger repeatedly on the bonfire, he dragged the master's body to the small pit and let his right hand hang in the pit.

Taking a deep breath, Tang San flipped his wrist and struck the master's veins, arms and armpits three times with his sword.

Suddenly, three streams of purple-black blood spurted out with a strong fishy smell and a faint fragrance of tea, and flowed into the small pit dug in advance like three small rivers.