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[038] Can my soul power be cultivated by myself?

The next moment, a strong wind raged, and countless blades around were swept into by airflow, almost rendering the violent storm into a huge blade wind blade.

The six Nether Wolves were shocked to realize that Bibi Bird was so terrifying. It was too late to retreat and escape.

This unreserved giant wind blade of Bibi Bibi cut down like a giant sword, cutting a gap nearly one meter deep on the ground.

Three of the six Nether Wolves were splattered directly, and their blood was slashed in half by the wind blade. The two bodies were thrown back by the strong wind for several meters like rag bags.

There were two more people who tried their best to avoid them when they were attacked. They were lucky enough not to be killed directly by the fierce storm, but they ended up missing their arms and legs and were covered in blood. They seemed to be unable to survive.

The only one who stood at the back was smart, retreated a long distance when the violent storm was just brewing, and finally saved his life and fled back to the forest.

After easily dealing with the enemy, Qian Bing did not forget to show his knowledge to Tang San and said:

"Wolves and dogs have similar body structures, and are known as copper-headed, iron-bone, tofu waists. Their waists are the most fragile key to the whole body.

We will quickly deal with the site, cover up the odor, and then move the place, and leave them to you to deal with."

Tang San nodded, pulled out the short sword that Qian Bing had given him before, and was about to step forward to send two dying Nether Wolves on their way.

Suddenly, Qian Bing felt the palm of his right hand tremble, and the spirit ball martial soul that had not changed abnormally for a long time actually reacted strongly.

What's going to do with this...the Elf Ball Martial Soul?

Could it be that they are going to come out to conquer these two injured Nether Wolves?

Qian Bing was stunned. The spirit ball martial soul on his right hand had already flew out independently, and flew over to a ghost wolf that was still breathing a sigh of relief on the field.

The spirit ball martial soul flew into the void near the Nether Wolf and stopped moving. After a while, a red light was emitted from it, and it actually sucked a Nether Wolf in.

Then, the spirit ball martial soul lit up like a red light, shaking left and right in the void as if it had conquered the elf.

"Dingdong, Dingdong, Dingdong."

After three crisp sounds that Qian Bing thought, the light of the martial soul of the elf ball in the air darkened and slowly flew backwards back into his hand.

Well, can the Elf Ball Martial Soul still conquer the soul beast?

Qian Bing felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart!

If even the soul beast can be subdued by the spirit ball martial soul, then in the future, he will be invincible in the world if he subdues eight or nine hundred thousand-year-old soul beasts as his younger brother!

Hahaha!

Under a full moon, a little boy smiled flamboyantly, looking quite as if he was hidden in the dragon and was very arrogant.

The next second, Qian Bing threw out the spirit ball soul ring in his hand and shouted:

"Come out, Nether Wolf!"

“…”

The spirit ball martial soul drifted through a beautiful parabola and fell to the ground, but there was no movement.

Only Tang San looked at Qian Bing in confusion, his eyes full of question marks.

"Boss?"

"Come out, Nether Wolf?"

Qian Bing shouted again in a low voice, but the spirit ball martial soul still showed no response.

Seeing that Tang San staring at him became more and more confused, he scratched his head and ran forward to pick up the spirit ball martial soul, and said a little embarrassedly:

"Hey... it seems that I'm thinking too much, I thought my martial soul had conquered another soul beast."

Tang San nodded and said with a smile:

"Boss, it turns out that you have studied so much knowledge of soul masters, but you haven't understood your martial soul clearly."

Qian Bing patted his head lightly and said angrily:

"Why are you laughing? Is it okay for my martial soul to be too special? Looking around, who can summon souls of souls you see?"

"Haha, yes, yes, the boss, wise and divine martial arts, the best martial soul in the world."

"Okay, go and deal with the scene quickly, otherwise the smell of blood will soon attract powerful soul beasts. I'll study mine... Huh!"

Before Qian Bing finished speaking, he exclaimed and felt a warm current flowing in his body between the tendons and veins in his body.

This feeling is very similar to his experience when he obtained the first soul ring and successfully broke through to become a soul master.

It’s just that the warm current is countless times weaker than the one at that time.

He couldn't help but wonder, what's going on?

According to the description in the novel, the soul power of the soul master should be improved through continuous meditation to achieve it, but why is the soul power in his body growing a little while standing in vain and is still growing automatically?

In such an unreasonable situation, there must be a reason.

At this time, Qian Bing happened to see Tang San stabbing the soft belly of the Nether Wolf on the ground. He suddenly trembled all over and an answer instantly emerged from his mind.

It is the Elf Ball Martial Spirit at work!

The spirit ball martial soul must have absorbed the Nether Wolf just now and absorbed its energy to transmit it to itself, so his soul power can grow out of thin air!

"So, my soul power can be cultivated by itself?"

Qian Bing couldn't help but smile when he thought of this, and almost shouted that he was the son of luck in Douluo Continent!

"Beep, beep!"

But just when he was in high spirits, a rapid bird song suddenly sounded, instantly diluting all the smile on Qian Bing's face.

At the same time, he looked cold and walked forward, pulling Tang San, who was sprinkling realgar powder on the corpse of the Nether Wolf, to his side.

Tang San was stunned and asked:

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"Shh!"

Qian Bing had a serious expression, stretched out his index finger and made a ban on sound, and then pointed to his ears.

The surroundings suddenly became silent, and a rustling sound came into the ears of the two people. There seemed to be a little more fishy smell in the air.

However, this fishy smell is not strong, and it even has a faint sweetness and tea aroma.

Tang San is an expert in identifying poisons. His nose moved and subconsciously blurted out:

“Toxic.”

Qian Bing nodded, looked vigilantly in the direction of the rustling sound, and sighed in a deep voice:

"It's really not calm and the waves are rising again and again. It's really not peaceful tonight."

The rustling sound stopped at this time. Tang San activated the Xuantian Gong to move the purple demonic eye to the limit and look in that direction.

He seemed to see a dark green triangular snake head standing up in the bushes, and a pair of ruby-like small eyes were looking in their direction.

Perhaps because of the effect of realgar powder, it did not continue to get close.

"Boss, there."

Tang San pointed in the direction where the snake's head was raised.

At this time, Bibi Bibi also discovered the hiding place of the soul beast with his sharp eyes. His body landed in front of the two of them, raised the bird's head and stared at him vigilantly.

Qian Bing didn't have such good eyesight, and his eyes were all dark, so he spoke:

"Missary, there is a fire note in the package, throw it over."

Tang San's obedient actions, the fire flaming in the wind, illuminating the area in the rolling. This time, Qian Bing also saw the existence of the snake head.

His face immediately became solemn, but his tone was not much surprise, and he said:

"It's indeed a mandala snake, we have to be careful."

hissing, hissing.

As if he was angry by the fire pie, the mandala snake slowly raised its head and let out a low growl at the Bibi Bird.
Chapter completed!
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