The Legend of the Dragon King

Chapter 19: soul

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Inside the pure white soul ball, there was a little guy crawling quietly.

It looks really small, only about ten centimeters long, not as slender as a child's finger, and its whole body is khaki. You have to look very carefully to distinguish the tiny diamond-shaped scales on its body.

"Is this a soul?" Tang Ziran looked up at the spiritual master, his voice full of disbelief.

Most people will recognize this tiny creature because it is very common. The grass snake is a harmless small animal. Although it is a snake, it can definitely be regarded as the weakest existence in this race.

Adult grass snakes can grow to twenty centimeters to thirty centimeters long, with thin fingers, and feed on some weak insects.

If you want to describe it in the simplest way, then four words are enough, harmless to humans and animals.

Ever since Wuhun awakened and possessed soul power, Tang Wulin had countless fantasies about his first soul. I imagined what my soul would look like, how it would combine with the blue silver grass martial soul, so as to improve my martial soul, make the martial soul stronger, give myself a cool soul skill, and officially become a soul master.

Fantasy is beautiful, but reality is so cruel.

Grass snake? This is no longer a question of strength, but that he simply doesn't know whether it is a question of soul or not.

The spiritual master looked at the little grass snake in a daze, sighed lightly, and said bitterly: "The leak in the house happens to rain all night, child, your luck is really..."

He really knows the origin of the soul in front of him. Artificial souls also rely on the genes of soul beasts. As the soul beasts are gradually extinct, the genes of soul beasts are also constantly being lost. So the researchers of the Spirit Transferring Pagoda have made many attempts. One of the attempts is to extract the animal genes of non-soul beasts and try to make souls. Let's see what effect the soul it produces can achieve.

The experiment was successful, but it turned out that the souls produced by animal genes were so weak that no one would buy them.

There is no doubt that this grass snake is the defective product he mentioned before, and it is not an ordinary defective product, it doesn't even have any soul beast genes. Among all the possible souls that can be drawn, it ranks the hundredth, and the soul balls in the random drawing machine are kept at the number of one hundred all the year round...

After sighing, the spiritual master nodded and said, "I'm sure it's a soul, but it's relatively weak. After the soul is extracted, it has been activated and needs to be fused within 24 hours. Otherwise, it will dissipate and die You can decide whether you want to fuse it or not, if you give up, you can choose other souls later."

Tang Ziran looked at his sluggish son, barely suppressed the pain in his heart, put his arms around his shoulders, "Linlin, let's go home."

Tang Wulin didn't say anything, just took a step and walked out.

"Wait a minute." The spiritual master finally couldn't hold back and called them back.

"This soul, you should give it up. Although it is a successful experiment, but..." out of compassion, he still told the origin of the grass snake soul.

Tang Wulin didn't know how he got home at all. He kept hugging the soul ball in his arms tightly. The grass snake soul seemed very well-behaved and didn't climb out of the soul ball. In fact, this lowest-level, The lowest-level spirit doesn't even have any intelligence, and it doesn't even have a sense of the outside world before it is fused with a martial spirit.

"Son, don't be sad. Dad will find a way to make money. Don't worry, Dad will be able to make enough money in a short time to help you buy a suitable soul." Tang Ziran's eyes shone with determination, for Son, he made up his mind that some things still have to be faced after all.

Tang Wulin shook his head lightly, "Father, I'm going back to my room first."

Na'er stayed aside quietly, and followed Tang Wulin back to his room.

Sitting on my bed, looking at the soul in my hand, and then at my calloused palm, tears finally burst out uncontrollably.

When the martial soul awakened and learned that he was the blue silver grass of the waste martial soul, he didn't cry. After all, the companion has soul power, and with soul power, there is a chance.

He didn't cry when his father told him that the family's conditions were not good, and he might not have money to buy him a soul. Dad said that you have to do your own things. You can also make money yourself. You can also help your parents.

When he swung the hammer a thousand times at Mangtian Studio for the first time, his arms were so painful that he couldn't even raise his arms to eat, he didn't cry either. He worked hard, he passed the test, he saw hope. With hope, there is the possibility of success.

For three years, he sweated every day in front of the forging table. When his classmates were playing at home, he was dealing with pieces of metal. He spent a longer time meditating than others. No matter how hard or tired he was, he didn't cry. He faced everything with a smile every day, and told his parents every day that everything was easy.

Now, he cries.

After three years, I finally saved enough money, and finally cultivated my soul power to the tenth level, and I was about to succeed. Thirty thousand yuan, 30,000 yuan condensed by countless sweats, turned into this weak soul in front of me that didn't even have a single bit of soul beast gene. All the efforts were in vain.

His tenacity, his strength, and his persistence seemed to have all been shattered at this moment, turning into tears, flowing in big drops.

Drops of tears fell into the soul ball, gradually soaking the little grass snake. The grass snake's body twisted slightly, as if enjoying this slightly salty liquid.

Bai Nen stretched out her small hand in front of him, gently wiping away his tears. Na'er stood in front of him with red eyes.

At this moment, her heart seemed to be connected with him, and she could fully feel the pain in his heart.

Various negative emotions such as disappointment and sadness lingered in Tang Wulin's heart.

Tang Wulin wanted to shout loudly, but at this moment, he seemed to have lost even the strength to shout.

"Brother, brother don't cry." The tears could not be wiped away, Na'er rushed forward and hugged his head.

Tang Wulin choked up, "Why, God is so unfair to me, why, I work so hard but can't get a chance. I want to be a soul master, I want to be a powerful soul master!"