Lord of Shura Palace of Douluo

Tang Ling walked over expressionlessly and easily avoided the Lan Yincao who was attacking randomly. The others subconsciously gave way to him, and even Zhao Wuji did not stop him.

"Xiao Wu is fine, she's back." Just as Tang Ling spoke, the huge purple blue silver grass paused and took a picture again.

The little golden retriever, who was almost taller than Tang Ling, stepped in front of Tang Ling and blocked the thick blue silver grass with a wave of his big paw like a guardian angel.

Tang Ling frowned slightly, put a hand on the little golden retriever's head, and said, "Don't dwell on the past. No matter in the past or now, you have never sorry to anyone."

Everyone looked at Tang Ling with confusion. What did he mean? They didn't think Tang San had done anything unacceptable, but in terms of understanding, Tang Ling, the elder brother, understood him better than any of them.

Hei Ming glanced at him and showed a complicated expression. It was a spiritual soul beast. He could feel the pain and secrets hidden in Tang Ling's heart, and it was related to Tang San.

Miraculously, as Tang Ling finished speaking, the Bluesilver Grass on Tang San's body slowly retracted, and he opened his eyes dimly.

Xiao Wu couldn't bear it any longer and swooped down to hug Tang San. Feeling the familiar aura, Tang San hugged her subconsciously.

"Xiao Wu, is it really you?" Tang San's pupils moved slightly.

"Brother, it's me." Xiao Wu smiled slightly.

Tang Ling crossed his arms and watched the two of them making love to each other. The once unfeminine Tang San had disappeared.

"Ahem, mistress..." Although he couldn't bear to disturb the brother and sister Niwai, Dai Mubai couldn't help but stepped forward, covering his eyes with one hand and pointing at Tang San with the other.

Tang San was stunned. He lowered his head and realized that he didn't even have a piece of cloth on his shirt. He looked at Tang Ling sharply. He had vaguely heard Tang Ling say, "Brother! Why are you taking off my clothes?!"

Xiao Wu covered her eyes and ran away.

Everyone laughed, and Oscar laughed the most happily, "I mean, mistress, your brother is really wronged for taking the blame."

The corner of Tang Ling's mouth twitched and he held one hand against the tree, "I am so lustful for you that I can't stop taking off your clothes?"

Tang San scratched his head in embarrassment and quickly found a set of clothes from Twenty-Four Bridge on a bright moonlit night and put them on.

As soon as Tang Ling's eyes moved away from Tang San, he met Ning Weilan's eyes. Both of them were stunned. Tang Ling coughed slightly and his eyes fell on the large and small bloody wounds on her body. He pointed his finger and took out a small bottle of ointment from the soul guide, "Use this. It will hurt at first, but it will be fine after a while."

Ning Weilan smiled and reached out to take it, "Thank you."

She looked at the small bottle in her hand. With her background, how could she not recognize it? This was a special ointment made by Shura Palace. It was very effective in recovering from trauma. This product was limited and even their sect could not buy it. After a few bottles, Tang Ling simply gave them to him.

"Isn't this expensive?"

"Not expensive." It was indeed not expensive. As long as he had enough materials, he could easily refine it himself.

Tang San suddenly showed pain on his face, and the spider legs appeared again behind him. Tang San looked at the eight legs with confusion on his face, he seemed to be able to control it.

"What's going on?" Oscar took off his sunglasses and looked around Tang San curiously.

"Has your soul ring mutated?" Oscar scratched his head.

"Soul rings don't mutate, only martial spirits can mutate. But what these eight legs are, I can't explain." Tang San held his chin.

"Didn't your teacher teach you?" Tang Ling stepped forward.

Tang San shook his head, he really hadn't heard the teacher talk about it.

"Then what have your teachers taught you over the years?" Tang Ling shook his head, not having any good impression of him, a teacher he had never met before.

Tang San lowered his head, not daring to refute. When others called him his teacher, he would fight back without hesitation, but Tang Ling was different, he was the most special being.

"This is an attached soul bone. Its value is no less than a hundred thousand year soul ring soul bone." As soon as Tang Ling said this, everyone including Zhao Wuji was shocked. The hundred thousand year soul ring soul bone Bones, that's what the soul master wants out of his mind.

"The external soul bone is different from the other six parts of the soul bone. The external soul bone can grow with the growth of the owner. You are getting a bargain. Don't display this thing outside casually, otherwise you may die. I don't even know." Tang Ling's words were even more difficult to say.

Tang San nodded in response, "Then...can I take it back?"

"Nonsense, it's your soul bone, not you." Tang Ling rolled his eyes at him, why did Tang San become so demented in this world?

"No one should touch his soul bone. The poison of the Man-Faced Demon Spider is difficult to cure." Tang Ling still asked kindly.

Tang San sat on the ground and gritted his teeth. He obviously felt that it was difficult to control this thing.

"The soul power wanders along the spine, feeling its presence, and controlling it to enter the body."

After Tang Ling's few words of advice, Tang San clearly felt a lot more relaxed. No matter when, where, or in which world, his brother was more mature and knowledgeable than him. Tang San's subconscious dependence on him had gone deep into his bones. .

Slowly, the spider legs were absorbed back into Tang San's body, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother, what is your fourth soul skill? And what did you do when you turned over the body just now?" Tang San was like a curious baby. After all, he could always bring many surprises to himself and others.

Seeing Tang San ask, everyone also turned their attention to Tang Ling. A forty thousand year soul ring, what kind of domineering soul skill would that be?

Tang Ling didn't want to whet everyone's appetite and just told him if he asked.

The black soul ring on his body was beating, but his soul skills were not released. Tang Ling's body was covered with golden armor and he was holding a heavy sword. The sword was silver-white, the sword body shone with golden light, and there were two unicorn heads on the hilt. Decoration, eyes closed, like two sleeping giant beasts.

Everyone could feel that Tang Ling's aura became very different, and the vague soul power fluctuations were almost uncontrollable.

Tang Ling spoke slowly, "My fourth soul skill is the Qilin Overlord Transformation. It enters a state of madness. All attributes are doubled. It can be superimposed with any soul skill. It lasts for one hour. The year of the soul ring increases and the time changes. long."

"Holy crap, full attributes? Twice? Superimposed?" Oscar opened his eyes wide and circled around Tang Ling several times. This shiny armor blinded him!

Tang Ling was amused by Oscar's showmanship and curled his lips, "With your assistance, the time should be longer."

"Oh my god, Brother Ling, brother! You will be my brother from now on! I'm messing with you!" Oscar put his arm around Tang Ling's shoulders, not noticing the expressions on Tang San and Heiming's little golden hair that subconsciously swallowed their saliva. .

To the surprise of one man and two soul beasts, Tang Ling patted his shoulder and said, "Okay."

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