Eighty-Thousand-Year Icefire Poison Dragon Grass, Thank You Brothers for the Monthly Tickets, Bonus Update

An eighty-thousand-year Jade Phosphorous Nine Absolutes Flower Soul Bone + an eighty-thousand-year Icefire Poison Dragon Grass Soul Ring + an eighty-thousand-year Icefire Poison Dragon Grass right arm Soul Bone—that was what finally raised Meng Hongchen's Soul Power by five levels. No, six levels.

One had to know that when she had left the team, she had only been rank forty-nine.

This was not the limit of what Soul Bones and Soul Rings could raise, but the limit of Meng Hongchen's body. Even though her constitution had transformed somewhat, she still could not withstand that much Soul Power.

The remaining two-thirds of the Soul Power had all been sealed by the Icefire Poison Dragon Grass within her meridians and dantian, accelerating her future cultivation.

This trip to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well had not only completely resolved Meng Hongchen's Cold Poison, it had also filled her future with dazzling radiance.

Yang Yifan's Martial Soul flickered, and a long dagger abruptly appeared in his hand. Beneath his feet were two yellow and two purple Soul Rings, the optimal Soul Ring configuration.

Buzz. The Third Soul Ring flashed, doubling Yang Yifan's speed. In the blink of an eye, the dagger spitting light was about to fall on Meng Hongchen's neck.

Meng Hongchen raised her left arm. The phantom of the Jade Phosphorous Nine Absolutes Flower flickered, and jade-green mist swept out.

Under the corrosion of the Jade Phosphorous Nine Absolutes Flower, Yang Yifan's Martial Soul dagger was melted away by a large chunk, and even his right hand was corroded with it. Flesh and blood sloughed off, leaving only ghastly white bone.

Yang Yifan let out a shrill scream, but he gritted his teeth and continued pressing in. Just a little more, and he would be able to slice open Meng