Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect

Conventional martial spirits are divided into two categories, beast martial spirits and weapon martial spirits, and Tang San’s second martial spirit is neither like a beast martial spirit nor like a weapon martial spirit. It is like a brand, and the brand will only change when it is activated.

Just when Tang San was thinking about his second martial soul, with a buzzing sound, a white spirit ring floated out from the body of the saber-toothed hound. This was a saber-toothed hound with a cultivation base of nearly a hundred years. For an ordinary civilian spirit master, it was already a very good spirit ring. Of course, Tang San looked down on this spirit ring.

At the moment the spirit ring appeared, a tiny red mist floated out from the spirit ring and floated to the back of Tang San's left hand as if attracted.

Tang San was not surprised to see this scene, because he had discovered when he attached his first soul ring four years ago that his second martial soul seemed to be able to absorb certain things, and these red gases could not only enhance his soul power, but also allow the second martial soul to gradually awaken.

"This should be the murderous aura that father mentioned. Perhaps the fighting is not intense enough. This is too little."

It is not without reason that Tang San specifically emphasized that he had to train alone. After several years of exploration, he found that his second martial soul needed to be fought rather than slaughtered.

The murderous aura that can be obtained from a one-sided massacre like the one just now is very little, almost negligible.

After removing the murderous aura, Tang San continued on his way. Not long after he went, he was surrounded by a group of soul beasts because of the smell of blood on his body. He deliberately got his hands stained with blood in order to attract the soul beasts.

"Coyotes are social soul beasts. They are ferocious by nature, like to eat people and are aggressive. Each tribe is ruled by a wolf king, with at least a dozen and at most a hundred. A wolf pack usually cultivates for ten years, and a wolf king cultivates for a hundred years." The moment Tang San saw the appearance of the soul beast, he knew what kind of soul beast it was.

The sound of leaves shaking was heard, and more and more coyotes appeared, surrounding and trapping Tang San. At this time, Tang San was already trapped in the wolf pack.

"It takes ten to a hundred years for a coyote to cultivate, and five hundred years for a wolf king to cultivate, but it's still not enough." Even though he was trapped in a wolf pack, Tang San remained calm, shook his head and said.

Awooo! In response to Tang San’s arrogant appearance, a coyote with fifty years of cultivation howled and instantly pounced on him, biting Tang San’s throat.

With a whoosh, a purple light flashed in Tang San's eyes. In the world of Purple Demon Pupil, the coyote that pounced on him seemed to be in slow motion, and even the blood vessels and heartbeats could be seen.

The Black Jade Hand was activated, and in an instant the palm became as hard as a rock and as white as jade. The palm turned into a knife, and the knife was fatal. It instantly cut the coyote's throat, and blood spilled. The coyote fell to the ground without even a chance to spasm. It was fast, fierce, and accurate, and killed it with one blow!

As a trace of murderous aura penetrated into the martial soul, the howling of wolves resounded throughout the forest. The surrounding coyotes went crazy, and in an instant, a group of coyotes pounced on Tang San.

"Although you are still not enough to make me feel the need for a fight, it doesn't matter. I can use you to practice Ghost Shadow Mirage." Tang San stared with his eyes, let out a long howl, and his feet became like the wind. In an instant, Tang San dragged a long shadow and shuttled among the wolves with incredible skills.

Tang San transformed his hand into a knife, and moved through the wolf pack like a ghost. His Purple Demon Eye could see through their weaknesses and movements. With the sound of cutting, one knife and one wolf were killed. Tang San's figure was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly. With each knife, he instantly cut off the throat of a coyote.

Cutting the throat, piercing the heart, extracting the marrow, splitting the head, every blow is fatal.

In the wolf pack, Tang San was like a killing god, killing to his heart's content. Before long, there were mountains of wolf corpses all around, blood flowing like a river, and the smell of blood was pungent!

White spirit rings floated around, and wisps of blood-red blood energy drifted out from the coyote corpses around them, all of which were absorbed by Tang San's killing spirit.

Following a wail, the last wolf king who had cultivated for five hundred years let out a scream, and after a few moves, raised his head high.

Finally, the wolf king's yellow hundred-year soul ring appeared, and when the greatest murderous aura was absorbed, this time Tang San finally felt a clear difference. The soul power in his body seemed to be satisfied and surged with joy.

Feeling the changes in the soul power in his body, Tang San also said in amazement: "This killing spirit is really magical. The killing aura absorbed can even drive up my soul power."

Just as Tang San was feeling the power of the Killing Spirit, suddenly, the ground tore apart, and a thick black shadow attacked from behind!

"I've discovered you a long time ago."

A sneak attack? How could Tang San not be on guard against sneak attacks? The moment his soul power was injected into the storage soul guide, a silver-white steel needle appeared in his hand.

With the storage ring soul guide, Tang San's hidden weapons can be placed inside the soul guide and can be used immediately when needed.

He dodged the sneak attack and attacked at the same time. A flash of silver light appeared and blood spurted out. The shadow that suddenly flashed out from the pile of fallen leaves froze behind Tang San. As the silver steel needle pierced the ground, a fist-sized wound was pierced through the forehead of the soul beast that attacked him.

This is not a coyote, but a soul beast that looks like a giant sandworm. Its entire body is covered with dark golden crystal segments. It has no eyes on its head, and its mouthparts are six-petaled and serrated, with seven or eight tentacles hidden inside. It was these sharp tentacles that had just launched a sneak attack.

"Sunset worm, you like to suck blood. You must have come here because you smelled the wolf blood on the ground. Unfortunately, I have noticed you a long time ago." Tang San slowly approached, retracted the silver steel needle, looked at the monster lying on the ground, and said with a leisurely smile.

When the Sunset Worm died, it didn't understand why it was killed in a counterattack, because its sneak attacks had always been successful. However, this time it didn't even have the chance to launch a second move. In the instant of the sneak attack, it was killed by Tang San.

It thought it could kill Tang San by surprise, but unexpectedly, it was killed by Tang San's hidden weapon instead.

Chapter 13 Double

After killing the Sunset Worm, Tang San did not walk far, but walked towards a small cave not far away. Inside the cave, Tang San sat cross-legged, urging his soul power.

In an instant, the soul power in Tang San's body was like a surging river. Even without the addition of soul rings, his soul power would still accumulate. Once the soul rings were added, his soul power would burst out and increase at once.

Therefore, many soul masters will continue to practice until they find a suitable soul ring.

Tang San practiced as he walked, killing the soul beasts that attacked him. He also practiced hard with the help of the Killing Martial Soul to improve his soul power. After entering the Sunset Forest, the Killing Martial Soul allowed Tang San to practice even more rapidly, much faster than practicing at home in the Haotian Sect.

Time passed quickly, and Tang San had been in the Sunset Forest for more than a week. On the tenth day, he finally found the target of the second soul ring.

With a loud bang, trees fell and rocks flew everywhere. In an outskirts of Sunset Forest near the mountains, two figures were fighting on the desolate land.

With a loud bang, Tang San was slapped away. The terrifying impact force made his body crash through three big trees in one breath. His forehead was bleeding and his sleeves were torn.

"Cough cough cough." Tang San coughed a few times, climbed up from the broken wood, and spat out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes were still shining. With the activation of the Killing Martial Spirit, a hot soul power instantly filled his limbs and bones, and even the pain was relieved a lot.

The reason why Tang San chose the Sunset Forest in addition to the Star Dou Great Forest was because of the Mandrill in front of him.

The Mandrill has a human-faced ape shape, with crystallized rock layers growing on its shoulders. It got its name from the fact that it exercises its body by lifting and carrying stones. It is a powerful soul beast with strong attack attributes. The soul ring ability of the Mandrill is very compatible with the Clear Sky Hammer. It can not only enhance the physique and strength of the soul master, but also bestow a powerful destructive soul skill.

As for what the active soul skill is, there is no trace of it, because different martial souls with the same soul ring attached will have different soul skills, and no one knows what the combination is.

The reason why Tang San was attracted to this mandrill was not only because of its suitable attributes, but also because of its cultivation level. The Haotian Sect's herb-picking team happened to see this mandrill, which had recently broken through the thousand-year level.

In other words, this mountain-moving mandrill has cultivated for exactly one thousand years.

According to the statistics of the spirit ring absorption records provided by the Spirit Hall, the first spirit ring lasts about four hundred years, the second spirit ring lasts seven hundred years, the third spirit ring lasts one thousand seven hundred years, the fourth spirit ring lasts five thousand years, the fifth spirit ring lasts twelve thousand years, the sixth spirit ring lasts twenty thousand years, the seventh spirit ring lasts fifty thousand years, the eighth spirit ring lasts less than one hundred thousand years, and the ninth spirit ring lasts about one hundred thousand years.

Theoretically, Tang San is only level 20 and cannot absorb this mountain-moving mandrill.

But Tang Hao didn't think so. He believed that the quality of spirit rings, physical fitness and mental strength of different spirit masters were different, and it was impossible to have a unified spirit ring age standard, not to mention that Tang San had twin spirits.

Especially since he is a true Titled Douluo, he has truly attached nine spirit rings instead of just talking about it on paper.

The further Tang Hao got to the end, the more he realized that this absorption limit was wrong. This is because if the age of your first soul ring is close to the limit, then your second soul ring can exceed the limit a little. Conversely, if the age of the first soul ring is very low, then the soul master's soul ring limit will become lower and lower.

Simply put, the lower structure determines the height of the upper structure.

Tang Hao was the type of person who absorbed spirit rings to the limit every time, and he found it easier to absorb them as time went on.

Soul masters are not fixed containers, and human plasticity cannot be measured by data. The data obtained are just statistics, not to mention that he has twin martial souls.

It wasn't that Tang San took four years to reach level 20, but in order to verify this statement, he practiced soul power and slowly refined his body during these four years.

For ordinary soul masters, the limit of absorption should be between seven hundred and eight hundred years. To be on the safe side, it is safest to absorb for eight hundred years. However, the reason why theory is theory is precisely because it has not been put into practice. In the entire history of Douluo Continent, there are only a handful of twin martial souls.

According to Tang Hao and Tang Xiao's speculation about the twin martial souls, Tang San's absorption limit is definitely higher than that of ordinary soul masters. The limit may even be twice as much. The second soul ring's limit of 700 years is twice as much, which is 1,400 years.

However, it would be very risky to absorb twice the limit at once, so after discussing with Tang Hao, they decided to increase the limit by 40% first and absorb one that was just a thousand years old.

"Not bad, not bad. A thousand years is indeed a qualitative change." Tang San stood up and looked at the Mandrill not far away.

The Mandrill was not unscathed either. Possessing the Clear Sky Hammer spirit, his strength was not weak in itself. Coupled with the enhancement of the Killing spirit, there were clearly several fist marks on the Mandrill's chest.

"Come again!" Tang San's blood boiled, a red light appeared in his Purple Demon Eye, he roared wildly, gathered all his strength, and rushed forward like a mad bull.

For a soul beast like the Mandrill, Tang San, a weak human, acting in such a manner is simply a provocation and an insult to its dignity!

He had just broken through the millennium, which was enough for him to form his own tribe in this forest. How could he tolerate provocation!

As a thousand-year-old soul beast, it has always won by its strong physique. The Mandrill roared wildly and rushed forward again. With a loud bang, it broke the trees blocking its way with a wave of its big hand, and knocked down one tree after another.

The two sides collided, destroying the surrounding trees and spraying blood in the air. This time, Tang San finally felt the feeling of fighting.

This exhilarating battle and bloody fight made its killing spirit shine even brighter, as if it was cheering.

The thud-thud-thud sound of the collisions even traveled far away, reaching some soul masters who were hunting soul beasts dozens of miles away.

"What's going on?" A team of soul masters turned their heads and looked into the distance.

"It seems like someone is hunting soul beasts."

"Oh my god, this sounds like hunting a thousand-year-old soul beast."

"How about we go and take a look?" At this moment, someone in the team suddenly said this.

The people present were all soul masters who specialized in treasure hunting in wild areas, such as ancient relics, wild delicacies and spiritual plants. The special minerals that Tang San purchased were bought from these treasure-hunting soul masters.

Going to take a look doesn’t just mean taking a look, it means seeing if you can find a bargain.

Tang San was naturally unaware of this. After all, he was still concentrating on dealing with the mountain-moving mandrill. After several collisions, Tang San was unable to dodge and was slammed into the ground, creating a hole and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Well, without using soul skills, you really can't beat a thousand-year soul beast, even if you have just broken through the thousand-year mark." Tang San wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. It is undeniable that the gap between a thousand years and a hundred years is not a little bit. Even if it is just a thousand years and nine hundred and ninety-nine years, the gap between the two sides is huge.

After all, this is a gap of one class, not one year.

Huh, Tang San took a long breath, and with a thud, he accelerated in an arrow-like step, rushing forward like a rocket, rushing straight in front of the Mandrill as if committing suicide.

Roar! Seeing that this human dared to come, the Mandrill didn't tolerate it and punched forward with his right fist.

"Switch martial souls!" With a humming sound, as Tang San's mind moved, the light of the killing martial soul in his left hand went out, and a dazzling soul light surged out of his right hand, and a hammer with a yellow soul ring attached to it instantly appeared.

Chapter 14 The First Soul Skill

"Soul Switch!"

Soul switching, what a strange word.

Not to mention the Haotian Sect, even in the entire Douluo Continent, there are not many soul masters who can come up with such a term.

Twin martial souls, let alone the Haotian Sect, are unfamiliar to the entire Douluo Continent. No one knows how a soul master with twin martial souls will fight, and no one can teach him any skills.

With a thought, the strengthening effect of the killing spirit ring disappeared, but because of inertia, Tang San's speed was still very fast, flying like a cannonball.

Facing the heavy punch of the Mandrill, Tang San smiled, and an exquisite Clear Sky Hammer with a hundred-year soul ring instantly appeared in his hand.

The Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand smashed down hard against the fist of the Mandrill, with the fist hitting the hammer.

Tang San’s Clear Sky Hammer is not small, the hammer head is about the same size as the fist of the Mandrill.

The Clear Sky Hammer smashed down, and at that moment, everything changed. The pupils of the Mountain-Moving Mandrill, which had originally had the upper hand in strength, shrank, and it felt as if it was hitting a mountain.

There was a loud "bang" and the fist of the moving mandrill was instantly cracked. The sound of broken bones was endless, and some broken bones could be seen flying out while blood and flesh were flying everywhere.

The right fist of the Mountain Mandrill exploded under the Clear Sky Hammer, and dark red blood poured out like a rainstorm. Tang San used the recoil to flip over in the air. The next second, the Clear Sky Hammer disappeared, and the red light of the Killing Spirit appeared again. His physique was strengthened, and he bent his legs slightly and shot out again, rushing straight towards the seriously injured Mountain Mandrill.

"Roar!!"

The Mountain-Moving Mandrill was in so much pain that he went crazy. He admitted that he had really underestimated the human in front of him. He originally thought that Tang San was just a small spirit master, but he didn't expect that he had a hidden trick up his sleeve.

The moving mandrill roared, and the rocks protruding from its shoulders suddenly lit up with ochre runes. In an instant, the ground surged like waves, and dozens of sharp stone spikes broke through the ground!

Tang San stepped on the ghost shadow, and each step was precisely placed on the gap where the stone spikes collapsed. The broken rocks brushed past his cheek like arrows, leaving a blood mark.

"Chaos cloak hammering technique!"

The second hammer fell, and Tang San, wielding the Clear Sky Hammer, was full of vigor and majesty. He took advantage of the moment when the old strength of the Mandrill faded and the new strength had not yet been generated to strike again.

Facing Tang San's hammer, the Mandrill had no way to dodge it, and blocked it with his injured right hand. The result was predictable. When the hammer came down, the Mandrill felt like being pressed down by a mountain, and could not withstand the terrible power of the Clear Sky Hammer at all.