The strength of this race this time is still relatively gentle, and there is no immediate fainting situation like that of the Giant Wind Clan.
Meng Li was even used to the pain, so he didn't get on the sedan and started to sleep. Instead, he told Shifanling a story and fell asleep halfway through.
In the days that followed, Meng Li, under Po Luo's arrangement, went to various races to receive power, 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 Po Luo talks about things, they all agree.
Very happy to contribute to this.
And most of them would praise Meng Li, saying that Meng Li was very good, saying that no matter whether things were successful or not, they would be grateful to Meng Li, which made Meng Li feel that all the races had a good mentality.
With personalities like theirs, it would be difficult to have any disputes.
It's just that their powers are different. Some are violent, even more violent than the Giant Wind Clan, some are gentle, and some are medium. Meng Li endures varying degrees of pain time and time again.
It's not that she can hold back from screaming every time. Sometimes it's too painful. Only screaming can make herself less painful. The more she endures, the more unbearable she becomes. But every time she screams, Shifan Ling often frowned slightly at this time.
Time passed day by day, and she probably accepted the power of dozens of races. She really didn't have the energy to count or remember how many specific races. Po Luo took these things to heart. When it was enough for a hundred races, she I will notify myself.
Her soul was becoming increasingly unbearable. There were too many mixed powers in her soul that could not be used or integrated. Their only effect seemed to be to cause her pain.
Sometimes accepting the power of a race can make her sleep for a long time. Po Luo was very helpless about this, but never urged her again.
At first, she could still tell stories to Shifanling. She told many stories about her past tasks. Sometimes she would play a song for Shifanling to listen when she didn't want to tell them. Now it is difficult for her to tell stories, and she has no energy. Do something else.
She tossed and turned in pain every day and had no strength to talk to Shifanling, who just looked at her quietly.
During this period, Shifanling also made a lot of gadgets for Meng Li, which made Meng Li smile every time. Sometimes they were small toys, and Meng Li would play with them with great interest.
But it could only last for a while, her soul was too painful and uncomfortable, and she really didn't have any more energy.
Shifanling would also give Meng Li something to eat and use some things to relieve her pain, but it could only alleviate her pain a little. Every time she got relief, Meng Li could chat with Shifanling briefly for a while.
In fact, the pain in her soul does not have the greatest impact on her, but the sea of consciousness has the greatest impact. I don’t know why, these forces always affect her sea of consciousness together, and the sea of consciousness has to bear even greater pain...
She always felt that those forces wanted to erode her sea of consciousness, and it seemed that some of them had eroded in while she was not paying attention.
She usually uses her own strength to resist the erosion of these forces, but she is still unable to prevent it. The sea of consciousness is polluted, making Meng Li always in pain and unable to concentrate on certain things.
However, the pain in the sea of consciousness is difficult to relieve. Shifanling gave Meng Li a few things to absorb to relieve it, but it was only a drop in the bucket.
As she gradually accepted some racial powers, 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 for her to wake up. After sleeping for such a long time, her condition was better. 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 that Meng Li heard a hint of happiness in Po Luo's tone. Meng Li asked, "Po Luo is in a good mood. Why, have you finished accepting the power of a hundred races?"
"No, there are still more than twenty." The trace of joy in Po Luo's voice was gone, and her reply to Meng Li was as plain and a little cold as before.
Hearing what Po Luo said, Meng Li couldn't be happier. She said in surprise: "There are more than twenty?"
She almost wanted to cry. She had been tortured to this point and had endured so many inhuman tortures. She didn't expect there would be more than twenty more.
Moreover, these twenty-odd concepts are completely different from the twenty-odd concepts at the beginning. When I first accepted the power of more than twenty races, I could barely chat with Shifanling, drink tea and tell stories. Now I have become With this look, the remaining twenty or so were a huge burden to her.
Meng Li didn't know if she could make it to the end, she thought, her hands couldn't help but hold her head, her consciousness was overwhelming and it hurt.
Her face was slightly distorted, she took a deep breath, thumped her head, and Po Luo said, "Meng Li, just hold on a little longer."
"I know." Meng Li responded weakly.
"I saw you woke up just now. You are sleeping longer and longer each time, and your condition is getting worse and worse. I think your soul is reaching its limit." Po Luo said.
She slept for a long time because the state of the sea of consciousness was too bad, which prevented Meng Li from being awake. She also understood that this could not be blamed on Meng Li for being too sleepy. She did not fall asleep naturally every time now. It was the insistence of the sea of consciousness that she slept for a long time. She couldn't help but protect herself, making her sleepy, and her soul instinctively mobilized its power to maintain Meng Li's consciousness.
Po Luo's mind was now full of things that were difficult to achieve, and she deeply doubted that Meng Li would not be able to persist to the end. This journey took too much time, and most of the time was waiting for Meng Li to wake up.
How can the soul be so weak! Po Luo couldn't help but clenched his fist.
She was afraid that one day Meng Li would not wake up. Meng Li's current state was such that there was a risk of his consciousness being destroyed at any time.
"Don't listen to her, how could this be the limit?" Shi Fanling came over and was stunned for a moment when he saw Meng Li's words.
All Meng Li could think about was Po Luo saying that her soul was reaching its limit.
Going to the limit
"Po Luo, you must be joking. I've already survived more than seventy, and the remaining twenty or so are nothing." Meng Li pretended to be calm.
This long march of thousands of miles has not yet left the door of her home, how can she fall? The real sword-making has not yet begun, how can she fall
If he didn't survive until the time to forge the sword, it would be too much of a joke. Meng Li didn't want to be laughed at, so he died like this. Then the entire vast race would shake their heads and sigh, saying that the soul body was too weak.
She was feeling angry in her heart, always trying to give her soul body a boost. Although she couldn't show off how strong she was, she couldn't be so weak that she didn't even make it to the moment of forging the sword, causing everyone to feel extremely disappointed.