Fast through the cannon fodder of the mission to counterattack

Chapter 2752 Pollution
The strength of the race that came this time is still relatively soft, and there is no such thing as the giant wind clan that directly fainted.

Meng Li even got used to the pain, so he didn't go to sleep without getting into the sedan chair, but told a story to Shi Fan Ling, and fell asleep after half of the story.

In the days that followed, under Po Luo's arrangement, Meng Li went to various races to receive strength, which also increased her knowledge.

After all, I have been to so many tribes and met so many races. Almost all races are easy to talk to. As long as Poluo tells something, they will all agree.

Very happy to contribute to this matter.

And most of them will praise Meng Li, saying that Meng Li is very good, saying that no matter what happens or not, they will be grateful to Meng Li, making Meng Li feel that all the vast races have a good attitude.

With their character, it's hard to argue with them.

It's just that their strengths are different, some are violent, even more violent than the Giant Wind Clan, some are gentle, and some are medium. Meng Li has suffered different degrees of pain time and time again.

Not every time I can hold back the screams, sometimes it is too painful, only screaming can make myself less painful, the more I endure, the more unbearable it is, but every time she screams too shrill, Shifan Ling Chang frowned slightly at this moment.

As time passed day by day, she probably accepted the power of dozens of races. She really didn't have the energy to count or remember the exact number. Po Luo took these things to heart. When there were a hundred races, she Will notify myself.

Her soul is also becoming more and more unbearable. There are too many mixed forces in her soul, which cannot be used or integrated. The only function seems to be to make her suffer.

Sometimes accepting the power of a race can make her sleep for a long time, Po Luo is very helpless about this, and never urged her again.

At the beginning, she was able to tell stories to Shifan Ling. She told a lot of stories about her previous missions. Sometimes she would play a song for Shifanling when she didn't want to tell it. Now it is difficult for her to tell stories, and she has no energy do something else.

Tossing and turning in pain every day, and having no energy to talk to Shi Fan Ling, Shi Fan Ling just looked at her quietly.

During this period, Shi Fanling also made many gadgets for Meng Li, which made Meng Li laugh every time. Sometimes it was some small toys, and Meng Li would play with them for a while with great interest.

But it can only be for a while, her soul is too painful, too uncomfortable, and she really has no more energy.

Shi Fanling would also give Meng Li something to eat, and use some things to relieve her pain, but it could only relieve a little bit. Every time she was relieved, Meng Li could chat with Shi Fan Ling for a while.

In fact, the pain of the soul does not have the greatest impact on her, but the sea of ​​consciousness. For some reason, these forces always affect her sea of ​​consciousness, and the sea of ​​consciousness has to bear even greater pain...

I always feel that those forces want to erode her sea of ​​consciousness, and it seems that some forces have already eroded in while she was not paying attention.

She usually used her own strength to resist the erosion of these forces, but she was still unable to prevent it. The sea of ​​consciousness was polluted, which made Meng Li always in unbearable pain, and sometimes she couldn't concentrate on thinking about some things.

However, the pain in the Sea of ​​Consciousness is difficult to relieve. Shi Fan Ling gave Meng Li some things to absorb and relieve it, but it was only a drop in the bucket.

As she accepted some racial powers one after another, ordinary things could no longer relieve her pain.

Meng Li slept for a long time after accepting the power of a race, and it took a long time to wake up. After sleeping for so long, she was in better condition. She got out of the sedan chair and looked at the witches outside.

Shi Fanling glanced at her, and Po Luo said happily, "You're awake."

This seemed to be the first time Meng Li heard a hint of joy in Po Luo's tone. Meng Li asked, "Po Luo is in a good mood. Why, have the powers of a hundred races finished accepting it?"

"No, it's still more than 20 short." The joy in Po Luo's voice was gone, and the reply to Meng Li returned to the flat and a little coldness before.

Hearing what Po Luo said, Meng Li couldn't be happier. She said in surprise, "There are more than 20 more?"

She almost wanted to cry, she had been tortured to such an extent, she had survived too many inhuman tortures, and she didn't expect there were more than 20 more.

Moreover, these 20+ concepts are completely different from the first 20+ concepts. When I first accepted the power of more than 20 races, I could barely chat with Shifanling, drink tea and tell stories. Now I have become like this , the remaining 20 or so are a huge burden for her.

Meng Li didn't even know if she could make it to the end, she thought, her hands couldn't help holding her head, and her consciousness was overwhelmed with pain.

Her face twisted slightly, she took a deep breath, thumped her head, and Po Luo said, "Meng Li, hold on a little longer."

"I know." Meng Li responded weakly.

"I saw you woke up just now, and now you sleep longer each time, and your condition is getting worse and worse. I think your soul is reaching its limit." Po Luo said.

Sleeping for a long time is because the state of Consciousness Sea is too bad, which prevents Meng Li from being awake. She also understands that this cannot be blamed on Meng Li's greedy sleep. She doesn't fall asleep naturally every time now. She couldn't help it, and then protected herself to make her sleepy, and the soul instinctively mobilized the power to maintain Meng Li's consciousness.

Po Luo is now full of big things that cannot be achieved, and deeply suspects that Meng Li will not be able to persist until the end. This journey has spent too much time, and most of the time is waiting for Meng Li to wake up.

How can the soul be so weak!Po Luo couldn't help but clenched his fists.

She was afraid that one day Meng Li would not be able to wake up. In Meng Li's current state, there was a risk of his consciousness being destroyed at any time.

"Don't listen to her, how could you have reached the limit." Shi Fanling came over, and he was stunned for a moment when he saw Meng Liyin Poluo's words.

Meng Li's mind was full of Po Luo saying that her soul was reaching its limit.

Reaching the limit?

"Po Luo, you must be joking. I have survived more than 70, and the remaining 20 or so are trivial." Meng Li pretended to be calm.

How can she be said to have fallen before the long march of thousands of miles has gone out of the house? How can she fall when the real sword-making has not yet begun?

If they didn't make it to the moment of casting the sword, it would be too much of a joke. Meng Li didn't want to be laughed at. If he really died like this, the entire vast race would shake their heads and sigh, saying that the soul and body were too weak.

She was struggling in her heart, always wanting to compete for the soul and body, although she couldn't show how strong she was, but she shouldn't be so weak that she didn't make it to the moment of casting the sword, so that everyone was extremely disappointed.

(End of this chapter)