The Infinite Card System

"Is she going to be okay?"

Xiao Wu asked with some worry.

There are quite a few soul masters who died when they failed to absorb the soul ring and were backlashed.

Meng still meditated on the ground, and at the same time summoned the snake stick to attract the purple soul ring.

"boom!"

The purple-black soul power light seemed to be opened to vent the reservoir, and all of it was poured into the girl's martial soul.

Such a power is more than a little stronger than yesterday's Oscar.

"How old is this soul beast?"

Zhao Wuji asked in doubt.

"A little over two thousand years."

Ye Feng replied with a smile.

"The limit of the third soul ring of an ordinary soul master is [-] years..."

"It's beyond human limits,"

"Are you trying to kill her?"

Ning Rongrong couldn't help asking.

According to the theory of Master Yu Xiaogang in the college textbook, [-] years is indeed a dividing line.

And Meng Yiran is obviously not a peerless genius, it is impossible to bear this soul power.

"what!"

Meng still let out a painful groan.

The blood vessels in her body seemed to be filled with hot magma, burning her body all the time.

There is also the remaining violent aura of the Man-faced Demon Spider, the anger and unwillingness before death, these violent energies are destroying everywhere in her body.

Constantly approaching the critical point...

If this continues, her ending will only explode and die.

Thinking of this, Meng still felt bitter.

Both Ning Rongrong and Ning Rongrong thought that Ye Feng wanted to find someone to kill him, and he didn't need to do it himself.

Thinking of this, I became even more desperate.

"puff--"

Meng still coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The fluctuation of soul power has begun to become disordered, and even the consciousness is slowly blurring.

Gradually, I couldn't feel anything except the intense pain.

See this scene.

All are silent.

But the matter between Meng Yiran and Ye Feng is not something they can point out, so no one dares to say anything.

Even Zao Wou-ki looked away, apparently not intending to interfere in this matter.

"Brother, you don't really want to kill her, do you?"

Xiao Wu curled her lips speechlessly.

"Hey hey,"

"of course not,"

"Do I, Ye Feng, look like the kind of person who can destroy flowers with hot hands? I like to love girls the most."

Ye Feng badly smiled.

Not far away, Meng Yiran's situation has reached an extremely dangerous situation.

The whole person was shrouded in a faint blood mist.

This is caused by too much pressure in the body and too violent energy, which directly squeezes the blood out of the body.

In less than a minute, everyone will be blessed to see human fireworks.

"Does it hurt?"

Ye Feng walked over slowly.

Meng still closed his eyes and frowned tightly, biting his lips with white teeth, bleeding out.

The delicate body convulsed uncontrollably, and the blood mist seemed to be thicker again.

"Do you want to save her?"

Zhu Zhuqing silently watched this scene.

"But,"

"It's very difficult for outsiders to help a soul master absorb a soul ring. After all, it's inside the human body. If an outsider's soul power rashly joins in, it may even speed up his death."

Ning Rongrong also thought silently.

"explode!"

"Explode!"

"It's best to blow up both of them!"

An imperceptible coldness flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes.

As everyone knows, all his mental activities are fully revealed in someone's observation.

"I can't... I can't hold it anymore..."

Meng still thought to himself.

She knows best what's going on in her own body.

Her internal organs hurt everywhere, and the violent soul power seemed to tear her soul and body apart, and the pain made people collapse.

Already hovering on the brink of destruction, the gods are hard to save.

"..."

"This is......"

Meng Yiran was startled, and saw a glimmer of hope again in a trance.

Gentle soul power suddenly poured into her body from behind, and she didn't know who was helping her.

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"You're not going to die,"

"Because I didn't say you could die."

Ye Feng's domineering voice sounded.

Continue to inject mild soul power into Meng Yiran's body, and the injury recovers at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only did the blood mist stop, but the soul power of the Man Faced Demon Spider seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and all negative influences were expelled.

Apart from looking a little embarrassed, Meng Yiran was out of danger.

"I knew it."

Xiao Wu smiled with satisfaction.

And at this moment, Meng still slowly opened his eyes.

After discovering that the person next to him was Ye Feng, the expression on his face changed from being grateful for the rest of his life to indifference.

"I said, are you going to take this thing away?"

Ye Feng said with a smile.

"Uh."

It was only then that Meng Yiran turned his head and discovered the strange situation behind him.

From her back, at some point, eight sharp spider legs grew out, tearing the clothes on her back.

It looked extremely weird and terrifying, exuding a cold breath.

"Dont look at me,"

"I didn't do that."

Ye Feng spread his hands.

The people around did not speak, but looked at Meng Yiran curiously.

Logically speaking, even if there are any strange soul skills in Qi Wuhun's spirit ring, it is impossible to act on the human body.

What happened to the spider legs on Meng Yiran's back?

"..."

Meng still didn't speak, just closed his eyes and entered a state of meditation.

Every soul master can feel the skills of her own soul ring, so she wants to take a good look at her current body.

"The third soul skill is to summon a cloud of poisonous mist,"

"It has nothing to do with what's behind it."

Meng Yiran said softly, the expression on his face becoming more and more confused.

"Soul rings can't mutate, only martial souls can mutate,"

"Then this thing..."

"Could it be a soul bone?"