Chapter 18 The 1rd Soul Ring

Chapter 18 The First Soul Ring
Yang Ping'an tracked this black-shelled turtle for several days in a row and roughly understood the living habits of this group of thick-shelled turtles.

This group of thick-shelled turtles usually hide among a pile of rocks. They have their turtle nests under the rocks. Except for occasionally hunting, they sleep most of the time. And according to the living habits of these black-golden dark-shelled turtles, if you fail to kill them in one strike, they will probably hide and never appear again.

The main food of this group of thick-shelled turtles is various small fish and shrimps in the stream. They basically cannot hunt other powerful land soul beasts.

There are more than ten thick-shelled turtles in this group, three of which are over a hundred years old, and the rest are ten-year-old soul beasts.

There was a chill in Yang Ping'an's eyes. This group of thick-shelled turtles have been inseparable. He was afraid that they could only be killed all at once.

Yang Ping'an dug a huge trap directly on the path that this group of thick-shelled turtles must pass. The trap was three meters high and five meters long and wide. The bottom was filled with various homemade spikes and even a small amount of acquired spider toxins.

The entire surface of the trap is first covered with a thick layer of fence, which is covered with various sands and stones.

A very sharp steel wire was tied to the main beam of the fence, and then the steel wire was laid on the ground, with the tail end more than ten meters away.

After waiting for another two days, in the morning, when the group of thick-shelled turtles went to the creek to find food, Yang Pingan kept an eye on their movements the whole time, holding the other end of the steel wire in his hand.

As the golden turtle walked onto the trap, Yang Ping'an secretly pulled the steel wire with all his strength, and the other end of the steel wire directly cut off the main beam on the surface of the trap, and the entire fence fell directly into the trap.

The thick-shelled turtles that had not caught up turned around and ran away, completely different from their previous leisurely appearance.

After the thick-shelled turtle fell into the trap, it seemed to struggle desperately, trying to climb out along the broken fence.

But Yang Ping'an acted very quickly. He took a sharp long knife and cut off all the fences on all sides. The entire fence suddenly sank, and eight turtles fell into the trap, including the Black Gold Dark Armor Turtle that Yang Ping'an was particularly concerned about.

After falling completely into the trap, many Xuanming turtles let out bursts of howling sounds. Although their thick tortoise shells could protect their bodies from harm, as long as they waved their limbs or heads, they would be easily stabbed by the sharp thorns, or even poisoned.

In the blink of an eye, all the thick-shelled turtles stopped crawling, retracted their limbs and heads into their shells, like stones.

But Yang Ping'an had expected this, so he put in all kinds of tricks and then set the whole trap on fire.

With the entry of dry wood and fire, many thick-shelled turtles suddenly felt like they were in a sea of ​​fire and began to struggle desperately again.

Yang Ping'an and the Purple Gold Mastiff stared at the Black Gold Dark Armor Turtle in the middle, which was the most difficult soul beast to deal with.

The fire burned for half a day. Several ten-year-old soul beasts were burned to death. Several white soul rings appeared, but these hundred-year-old soul beasts were obviously much more resistant to fire and had stronger defense capabilities. However, after being burned by the fire for such a long time, their aura had obviously decreased a lot.

However, Yang Ping'an was not at all reassured and just waited quietly, occasionally adding firewood, while the Purple Gold Mastiff patrolled from a distance, using its sense of smell to sense whether there were people or soul beasts approaching.

After one of the hundred-year-old thick-shelled turtles died, a hundred-year soul ring appeared at the scene for the first time. Yang Pingan felt that it was about enough.

Yang Pingan waved his hand with all his strength, and a huge steel net wrapped the black gold dark armor turtle. Then he pulled the black gold dark armor turtle up with all his strength, and prepared to leave this place quickly. The fire has been burning for such a long time, it is no longer safe here. It may easily attract soul beasts and people to come, and then it will be troublesome.

After Yang Ping'an pulled the Black Gold Dark Armor Turtle out of the fire, it stretched out its limbs and head to attack the enemy in front of it.

But Yang Ping'an's steel net was specially made for catching soul beasts. Not only was it very sharp, but the more it struggled, the tighter it would get. After a while, the entire Black Gold Nether Armor Turtle had considerable wounds on its limbs and head. Its soul power was getting weaker and weaker, and its entire body even began to seem dying.

Seeing this, Yang Ping'an simply carried the several hundred kilograms of Black Gold Dark Armor Turtle and ran, and only stopped after running for a full hour.

Yang Ping'an directly brought the Black Gold Nether Armor Turtle into an abandoned soul beast nest. The length and width of this nest were more than four meters. It was probably the nest of some kind of bear soul beast, and this bear had probably been hunted long ago.

After entering the nest, regardless of the darkness in the nest, he took out the long sword he had prepared in advance and stabbed the head of the black gold dark armor turtle.

This black gold dark armor turtle was already seriously injured. After stabbing several times in a row, it finally let out a wail, and a yellow soul ring appeared in its dim nest.

Yang Ping'an did not absorb the soul ring for the time being, but made some arrangements outside the nest. In addition to sprinkling some powerful soul beast feces powder, he also dug some small traps.

After everything was arranged, Yang Ping'an began to prepare to absorb the soul ring.

The Purple Gold Mastiff seemed to be extremely eager for this soul ring, and there was even a hint of greed in its eyes.

Having lived with the Purple Gold Mastiff for so many years, Yang Ping'an naturally understood some of the Purple Gold Mastiff's little thoughts. He simply sat cross-legged on the ground and began to absorb the soul ring.

Yang Ping'an followed the method of absorbing soul rings, summoned the purple-gold mastiff in front of him, and used his soul power to pull the soul ring onto his body.

As the soul ring was put on his body, Yang Ping'an's whole body felt like it was in a raging fire. Countless energies poured into his body, and his blood seemed to begin to boil. Even his blood and skin were in a burning state, and his body seemed to be impacted by some kind of energy.

If Yang Ping'an had not been a blacksmith for a long time and had not trained himself through blacksmithing, it is not known whether he could survive this energy impact. Yang Ping'an even began to feel that his body seemed to be on the verge of collapse due to the influx of too much energy.

Five full hours passed, and Yang Ping'an's expression changed again and again, sometimes becoming extremely ferocious, sometimes becoming extremely decisive and fierce, and finally slowly calmed down, which also showed that the absorption of this soul ring was completed without any danger.

When Yang Ping'an opened his eyes, it was dark all around. Even the light that was originally coming from outside had completely disappeared. It seemed that it was already night.

Yang Ping'an clenched his fists and always felt that his strength and physical fitness had improved a lot. Especially after Yang Ping'an summoned the Purple Gold Mastiff and observed carefully, the power of the Purple Gold Mastiff seemed to have become much stronger, especially the golden energy in the Purple Gold Mastiff had also increased a lot. Absorbing this soul ring might have a great effect on the Purple Gold Mastiff.

Yang Ping'an carefully observed his body and found that his soul power had reached level thirteen, which could be said to have greatly improved his strength.

(End of this chapter)