Chapter 22 Eleventh Level Soul Master
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The same change also occurred on the little grass snake. The earthy color on its body gradually turned into yellow, and its scales were slightly convex, and there was obviously some light. The golden threads spread upward from its tail. The original eight centimeter body increased by one centimeter. All the golden threads converged at its head, and finally condensed on a point on its forehead, a scale the size of a millet grain. It also turned golden.
Its originally dim eyes seemed to have become a little clearer.
It’s so hot, so hot!
Tang Wulin didn't know what was happening to him. Now, he could only feel the intense heat, as if he was burning in a forging furnace, suffering indescribable pain.
I don’t know how long it took, but the burning gradually decreased, but the numbness and itching appeared in my limbs, as if there were thousands of small bugs crawling out of every part of my body. Tang Wulin wanted to scream out in pain, but he couldn't make a sound. Now he began to miss the burning heat before.
He was tortured by severe pain, but his brain was extremely clear, and he could clearly feel every pain in his body.
If the Spirit Transferring Master who had tested him in the Spirit Transferring Pagoda tests his mental power here again, he would find that his mental power was rising bit by bit amidst severe pain...
When his consciousness began to blur, the pain on his body gradually faded away, and all of Tang Wulin's consciousness disappeared without a trace. His clothes were completely soaked with sweat. The golden grid pattern did not fade this time, but quietly penetrated into its skin.
The blue silver grass faded away like a tide, and the little grass snake climbed into Tang Wulin's palm and got in. The golden scales on its forehead also returned to normal, and even its body became normal again. Gloomy.
When Tang Ziran rushed home excitedly, he was blocked by Na'er.
"Brother is fusing souls and cannot go in." Na'er looked at Tang Ziran firmly.
Tang Ziran was stunned and lost his voice: "What did you say? He has already fused?"
Na'er nodded, "Brother said, I don't want to embarrass my father and mother."
Tang Ziran staggered back a few steps and sat down on the chair. In an instant, the expression on his face changed continuously, and he felt a strong sense of pain. Color comes out.
He beat his head hard, "Tang Ziran, why don't you dare to face reality, why do you have to be so cowardly. It was your cowardice that harmed this child!"
A handful of large federal coins in his hand were scattered on the dining table. It was too late, it was too late!
Suddenly, he raised his head suddenly, "Na'er, how long has it been since Linlin fused souls?"
Na'er said: "It started not long after dad left."
Tang Ziran was startled, "Is there still no movement? Logically speaking, after taking such a long time, the fusion should have been completed. Let's go in and take a look."
Na'er hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Opening the door quietly, Tang Ziran saw at a glance that Tang Wulin was lying on the bed.
"Linlin!" He shouted, rushed in like flying, and came to Tang Wulin's side.
The soul ball fell beside the bed, and the grass snake soul inside had disappeared. Tang Wulin, who fell on the bed, frowned, and his clothes were completely soaked with sweat.
Tang Ziran was filled with self-blame. He knew very well that this situation should not occur when fusing souls. It was most likely that something went wrong during the fusion of his son. Tang Wulin fell into a deep sleep. Fortunately, his physical condition was still normal.
Two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks uncontrollably. Tang Ziran hugged his son tightly. How much had the nine-year-old child endured? I'm sorry, son, dad, I'm sorry for you! It's all because of my father's incompetence.
Na'er stood aside, silently looking at the tearful Tang Ziran, confusion and confusion appeared again in her beautiful big purple eyes.
It was already night when Tang Wulin woke up. He opened his eyes and gradually recovered his consciousness.
He sat up suddenly, subconsciously feeling the changes in his body.
The burning and itching have completely disappeared, and my whole body feels light and airy. The clothes on my body have been changed, I feel dry and comfortable.
Breathing seems to have become a kind of enjoyment, and the whole body feels indescribably comfortable.
The soul power in his body has obviously grown a lot. With just a slight movement of his mind, a wave of soul power emitted from his body. At the eleventh level, he must have completed the breakthrough and entered the eleventh level soul power realm, officially becoming a soul master.
Although the little grass snake is a waste soul, it has finally completed its mission. The sadness in his heart is gradually melted away by the comfort of his body. Tang Wulin thought to himself, even if he cannot become a powerful soul master , I have soul power as my backing, I can at least become a good blacksmith.
Thinking of this, he waved his arm vigorously.
"Bang!" A light explosion sounded in the air. Tang Wulin was surprised to find that the moment he waved his arms, he seemed to have traveled through the air.
What is going on?
Before he could try again, the door had been pushed open, and four people, three large and one small, rushed in from the outside.
"Son, son, are you okay?" Lang Yue rushed to the front. She hugged Tang Wulin and couldn't help but burst into tears.
The sky outside the window has completely darkened, and it is already night.
Tang Wulin still remembers that it was the morning when he started to fuse his soul, but has it been so long?
In addition to Lang Yue, Tang Ziran and Na'er, the other person in the family is none other than Tang Wulin's blacksmithing teacher, Mang Tian.
Tang Wulin didn't go to work today. Mangtian called the soul guide communication to ask about it, and only then did he find out what happened, and he rushed over immediately.
"Mom, I'm fine." Tang Wulin said softly.
Lang Yue looked down at his son and said resolutely: "Son, we don't want to be soul masters anymore. Let's just be ordinary people."
Tang Wulin smiled slightly, "Mom, I'm really fine! Besides, I'm already a real soul master. I'm at level 11. The grass snake soul is quite suitable for my martial soul. Unable to fuse.”
Listening to his son's words that were obviously comforting him, Lang Yue couldn't help but shed tears again.
Tang Ziran sighed, the matter was at this point, and it was useless to say anything else. It would be impossible to dissolve the soul fusion. Telling his son that he had obtained the money would only stimulate him even more.
"Level 11? Release your martial spirit and show me." Mang Tian's deep and deep voice sounded.
(End of this chapter)