I am really not an evil soul master in Douluo Continent

Five days later, Icathia City, Elvin Village, Snow Boy's house.

An "old man" with white hair was lying on the bed, his eyes were gray and pale, and his whole body was filled with an aura of despair and death.

This "old man" is none other than Xue Tong's father, Xue Jiaping.The day after tomorrow is his 30th birthday. As his 30th birthday approaches, his originally strong body suddenly ages at a rate that seems to have accelerated a thousand times.

His current appearance does not look like that of a 30-year-old man, especially those lifeless eyes. If it were not for the fact that he was still breathing, these eyes alone would have been the eyes of someone who had been dead for several days.

"Tongtong, it's great to see you again. Have you become a soul master?" Xue Jiaping stretched out his dry palm and stroked Xue Tong's head.

"Yeah, dad, I have become a soul master. I don't want you to die, you will get better. I..."

Before the snow fairy tale could be finished, he was interrupted by his father.

"Don't cry, Tongtong, come and show dad your soul ring."

With tears in his eyes, Xue Tong released his martial soul, and a yellow soul ring with a faint purple halo appeared around his body.

"Okay, okay, okay."

"Uncle Langya, please teach me how to save my father." Xuetong looked at Langya pleadingly.

"The sect master just told me that the key is to use the breath of life in your martial soul to suppress the breath of death in your father's body. Only in this way can you save your father. I don't know how to do it specifically. You can try to use your soul power to detect and Suppress the breath of death in your father's body"

Xuetong thought for a moment and helped his father up.The two sat cross-legged opposite each other, stretched out their left hands and placed them on their father's heart, because he also had the power of death in his body. Since he broke through and became a soul master, Jiuyang's soul power looked inside and clearly knew the source of the power of death. At the same time, it is located in the heart, where vitality is strongest.

The soul power of Jiuyang Divine Art entered his father's body, causing Xue Tong's body to tremble immediately.

Gloomy, cold, and dead.

This is the breath in my father's body at this time.

Xue Tong hurriedly used Zhiyang Zhihan's Jiuyang soul power to try to neutralize the aura of death.

effective!

After a moment, Xue Tong frowned.No, it won't work this way. The speed of removing the air of death is not as fast as the speed of its growth, so my father will still die.

Xuetong put his hand down and took out the dagger from his waist.

He swiped towards his wrist.

"Tongtong, what are you doing? Let go." Xue Jiaping hurriedly stopped Xuetong.

"Dad, it's okay. My blood martial soul is not afraid of bleeding." Xue Tong comforted him.

Xue Jiaping slowly put down his hand with doubtful eyes, but from the look on his face, he knew that if he felt something was wrong, he would probably stop Xue Tong again.

Then, Xue Tong's left hand was printed on his father's chest again.The soul power wrapped around the blood and once again poured into Xue Jiaping's heart, meridians, and blood vessels through the flesh.

Hahaha

The effect is several times or even dozens of times better than before. Dad is saved. Dad is saved.Xue Tong was overjoyed. If he hadn't continued to deliver blood and soul power, he might have been unable to hold back his laughter.

...

A quarter of an hour later, Xuetong had even supplied more than 2000 ml of blood. You should know that an ordinary person only has [-] ml of blood. If the blood exceeds [-] to [-] ml, he will suffer from shock or even death.Even though Xue Tong's vitality was much higher than that of ordinary people, he still felt dizzy after losing half of his blood.

Although Xue Jiaping on the opposite side didn't know how much blood Xue Tong had lost, when he saw Xue Tong's body swaying, he reached out and pressed the wound on Xue Tong's left wrist without warning.

"That's enough, that's enough, Tongtong, you've done enough for dad. It's dad's destiny, give up, Tongtong." Xue Jiaping's face was already full of tears. With a son like this, what kind of father's heart is there? So comforting.

Xue Tong was silent. He knew that if his vitality were stronger and he could reach the level of Soul King or even Soul Emperor, he would be able to suppress the power of death in his father's body to the state it was in three months ago, at least on the surface. Then it affects my father.

Then I can help my father suppress it every one or two months, and then my father's life will be saved.But for now, when Xue Tong is desperate.

Suddenly, the strange drop of blood in his heart suddenly released a majestic life energy to make up for the excessive loss of his life essence.Xuetong's eyes lit up and he suppressed his excitement.

Put your hands together in front of your chest and use all your strength to run the Nine Yang Divine Art soul power inside your heart.The strange drop of blood in the body gradually reached the palm of the hand along the shouqueyin pericardial meridian.

Bang~ A small opening opened in the skin of the palm, and a drop of bright red blood like a ruby ​​appeared in the hand. It didn't look like any blood at all, it looked exactly like a gem.

Xuetong shouted excitedly: "Father, open your mouth and swallow it."

After Xue Jiaping swallowed that drop of blood, the deathly cold feeling in his body suddenly subsided a lot, and his body gradually became warmer. Even with every breath, the death aura in his body dropped a lot.

Just 10 minutes later, the silver hair on his head turned into black hair again, the dry skin swelled and became extremely elastic, and the gray eyes gradually became dark and shiny.

"Success, success." Xuetong, who was watching the changes in his father's body, jumped off the bed, hugged Long Aotian and spun around, cheering.Then he took Lang Ya's hand and shouted:

"Uncle Langya, my dad is fine, I did it."

Three months of almost sleepless and brutal training, the pain and torture when absorbing the soul ring in Sunset Forest, and the fear and fear when seeing his white-haired father all disappeared at this time.

At this time, Xue Jiaping was sitting on the bed, looking at his hands, feeling the changes in his body, the joy of going from birth to death to life again, and then looked at his son who was cheering for joy.

He walked forward and hugged Xue Tong tightly. He opened his mouth for a moment, but couldn't say a word.

Seeing this, Lang Ya waved to everyone, and the four of them exited the room.This moment should be reserved for the father and son.

After a long time, Xuetong said: "Father, let me see how the death energy is in your body."

...

"It hasn't dissipated yet. The drop of blood and the air of death are entangled together, consuming each other's strength. Depending on the speed of the loss, it's hard to say how long it will take. It will definitely be fine in a year and a half. Don't worry, father, wait for it. After all my strength is exhausted, I will gather new blood." Xue Tong was not discouraged, but instead had high morale.

"Tongtong, what's going on with that drop of blood? Could it be the immortal blood recorded in the family's martial spirit?"

Although Xue Jiaping has never practiced and does not have a blood martial spirit, he has read the information recorded in the family classics several times, although he may not be able to understand the various mysteries.After reading the book a hundred times, its meaning will become apparent to him, and he does understand a little bit about it.

"Immortal blood? What is that?" Xue Tong didn't remember such an item because he had only obtained the family classics for a short time.

"It is recorded in the classics: Successful cultivation of the Blood Martial Spirit can condense immortal blood. Immortal blood is the essence of the Blood Martial Spirit. It contains endless mysteries." Xue Jiaping recited a sentence from the classics after thinking for a moment. talk.

Xuetong secretly thought: Immortal blood, immortal blood, such a big name, is it possible that he can still survive?Thinking about it, I couldn't help but shook my head and laughed at myself, how could I not die?If he didn’t die, then why didn’t any of my ancestors survive?

It seems that I will study more family classics in the future. I know very little about blood martial arts. I have been busy cultivating my body and soul power in the past few months, but I have neglected the accumulation of knowledge.

Exercising the body, cultivating soul power, tempering the will, and learning knowledge are the all-round development of morality, intelligence, body, art, and labor. As a human soul in the 21st century, how can we just be a reckless man?Cultivation must also be scientific! ! !