Chapter 184 Demonic Species (600 additional chapters for average subscription)
The Li clan has inherited a special palm skill called "Forged Iron Hands". After practicing, the palms can gain a layer of protection. When using a heavy hammer for forging, the palms will not be easily worn out. At the same time, they can also isolate most toxins from invading.
When Tai Long saw that he couldn't retreat, he urged it on. He wanted to take the opportunity to beg for mercy, but unfortunately he couldn't withstand the sharpness of the Eight Spider Lance that could break through his body.
As the poison continued to be injected, he fell to his knees on the ground with a scream, his face filled with pain.
He tightly grasped his right hand with his left hand, only to see that the right hand that had just clenched into a fist and hit Tang San had turned purple.
The epidermis had been broken and black water was flowing down, and a wisp of black gas was rapidly extending upwards along his arm.
Specializing in strength, the powerful gorilla spirit makes Taillon extremely powerful.
Without a strong body, it is impossible to support such a powerful force, so the body is also extremely strong and has a good resistance to toxins.
But it is still unable to resist this strong toxin, it just slows down its progress a little bit.
Tyrone clenched his teeth so tightly that the sound of crunching made it seem as if his teeth were about to break.
“Do you know you are wrong? Xiao Wu is already…” After waiting for a while, Tang San said harsh words.
We are all in the same team, we will see each other every day, this punishment should be enough? But according to Tyrone's personality, it should be...
"have no idea!"
He shouted angrily, and the words that were about to admit defeat were choked in his throat by Tang San's words.
His eyes trembled, and he supported himself to stand up, letting go of his right hand with his left hand.
really……
"Tang San!" Tai Long was very stubborn and absolutely refused to admit it. He waved his other arm and hit Tang San.
However, this punch did not work. After waiting for a while, his body began to stagger and then he fell directly to the ground.
"Hmph!" In order to prevent him from dying, Tang San coldly stabbed the Eight Spider Lance back into his body and began to extract the poison.
He could also just suck the poison out with his hands, but Tyrone wasn't worth it.
The Eight Spider Lances extracted poison, and it was inevitable that his vitality would be devoured. This was the punishment that Tyrone deserved.
Part of the soul power was extracted.
In the past, Tang San would never absorb this power.
The Eight Spider Lance had been used in the past to absorb the vitality and soul power of others.
But now that he was in urgent need of strength, and Xiao Wu was deliberately letting him practice faster, Tang San's self-esteem suddenly became strong, and he did this for some unknown reason.
He subconsciously used the Xuantian Gong to refine and purify this power, and then integrated it into his own soul power.
Sensing the growth of his own soul power, Tang San's spirit trembled, and he put the incredible thought in his mind.
No, no, this is the practice method of fallen soul masters, it absolutely won’t work.
However, it was too late.
A dangerous and tempting seed that would enable him to advance rapidly had been planted in his heart.
It possesses magical powers and will bloom into gorgeous flowers sooner or later.
The toxin is removed and the Eight Spider Lance is withdrawn.
Tyrone fell to the ground with a pale face, his hands unable to close. Because too much vitality had been consumed, his body was a little weak and he was shaking uncontrollably.
"If you take good care of yourself, you will recover. Next time, it won't be so easy!" Tang San's fatigue has been relieved a lot by the nourishment of this vitality.
Ignoring Tai Long, he turned around and left with Xiao Wu.
After a while, someone found Taillon lying unconscious on the ground, picked him up on their backs, and sent him back to the residence of the Power Clan.
A middle-aged man who looked 80% like Tyrone, but a little older and somewhat elderly, took it over in a hurry.
It was Tyrone's father, Taino.
Seeing his son's pale face, cold sweat on his forehead, and his hands shaking constantly, he looked extremely anxious, so he immediately took Tyrone to see a doctor.
Go directly to Renxin Hall.
Of course you want to find the best doctor.
The Li clan is good at blacksmithing and has no shortage of money.
At Dugu Mansion, a waiter from Renxin Hall came and said that a young patient with rare symptoms had come from the Li clan, and Ye Renxin asked her to go and take a look.
"The Power Clan?" Fang Ling, who was still practicing, heard this name and suddenly became curious.
That slave clan? His intuition told him that it must be Tang San who did something, and it seemed like there would be something fun to watch.
Fang Ling stopped training for a short time and also stopped adding points. As the son-in-law, he accompanied Ye Lingling back to take a look.
In Renxin Hall, the mother-in-law used her soul power to suppress Taino who was jumping up and down and wanted to book the whole place.
Father-in-law Ye Renxin was comforting Taino gently while checking on Tailong's condition on the stretcher.
He saw the two people coming and waved with a smile, "Come, Lingling, come here and observe the condition."
"Fang Ling, since you followed me here, come and take a look."
"Use your eyesight and see what you can see?"
Fang Ling nodded slightly, and his red-gold pupils swept across Tyrone.
Pale face, lack of vitality, hands shaking and unable to close?
"The vitality is damaged, the arms are shaking, the muscles are loose, and the movements are limited..." Ye Lingling observed calmly.
"The skeletal tendons are intact, but the nerves are damaged. Has he been poisoned by a neurotoxin and then detoxified? Both his vitality and soul power are deficient to a certain extent. Has he encountered a fallen soul master?" Fang Ling guessed directly.
Those two needle holes were obviously Tang San's Eight Spider Lances.
When did this man with thick eyebrows and big eyes start to devour his vitality? If he really left such a handle on others, Fang Ling would wake up laughing in his dreams. He would report it directly and let the Spirit Hall come to confront Tang San.
"Senior Renxin, can it be cured?" Taino asked hurriedly.
"The nerves are fine, but the vitality can only be slowly nurtured." Ye Renxin replied, summoning the Nine-Hearted Begonia, and a purple soul ring lit up.
A pink-white light fell on Tai Long's hands, and he asked Fang Ling, "Son-in-law, do you think he is a fallen soul master?"
The injuries caused by fallen soul masters are rare, but Fang Ling has been surrounded and attacked by fallen soul masters and even held out for some time, so he has a say in this.
"Maybe? But I don't smell that cold smell." Fang Ling pointed at the two small holes on his arm that were healing.
"This hole is so tiny, there aren't many that can cause such damage, and it's a neurotoxin, is it Tang San? His external soul bone, if I remember correctly, should be from the human-faced demon spider."
He enjoyed watching the fun and did not mind getting involved, so he directly helped the slave clan to find the direction for their revenge.
I hope Titan’s knees are stronger and can cause more injuries to Tang San before he gives in.
It will be interesting to face Tang Hao then.
Fang Ling sighed hypocritically: "This is really a bit cruel. Why do classmates have to do this?"
"Swallowing people's vitality is not what a serious soul master does."
"How did a former genius become like this?"
His expression seemed to be confused.
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