Chapter 38 Chapter 38

Chapter 38 The Thirty-eighth Palm of the Infinite Demon Eye

Wang Shenmeng naturally had no objection to the assessment conditions.

This assessment is not difficult, but it is not easy to say, Meng Yiran is considered a genius, with an innate soul power of about six or seven levels.

If it were a soul master with less talent, one level below, facing a young genius like Meng Yiran, he might not be able to persist for a long time.

Since Wang Shenmeng is a genius, of course he cannot be treated like an ordinary person, so if Meng Yiran cannot hold up even a stick of incense, then this genius is not worthy, at least he cannot be considered a top genius.

To put it simply, although Meng Yiran's talent is not the watershed between geniuses and ordinary soul masters, he can only be regarded as an ordinary genius. He is about the same as Zhu Zhuqing, but he is not as hardworking as the other party. At the same age, even Meng Yiran People who are inferior are not qualified to be called geniuses, at best they are not bad.

Naturally, Wang Shenmeng wouldn't be afraid of Meng Yiran, even if she gained ten levels of soul power, he wouldn't be able to fight with one hand, let alone stick to a stick of incense, he could instantly kill the opponent with one shot, so he was very calm in his heart.

With a gentle look on his face, he bowed his hands to Meng Yiran and said, "I am the king of Shenmeng, a colorful magic heart butterfly with a martial soul, a sixteenth-level control system battle soul master, please enlighten me, Miss Meng."

Meng Yiran blinked his big, watery eyes and responded generously: "My name is Meng Yiran, I am a martial spirit snake staff and a seventeenth-level agility attack type combat spirit master. Please enlighten me."

While talking, the two of them activated their martial souls at the same time, and a yellow soul ring rose up from their feet.

Meng Yiran's soul ring is not too strong. Judging from the color, the yellow color is not strong. It is only two or three hundred years old at most, but it is still an excellent configuration. The first soul ring of most civilian soul masters is ten years. Yes, even if there are ones that are a hundred years old, most of them are one or two hundred years old. Even among the big forces, those that are three or four hundred years old are already very rare.

Wang Shenmeng's soul ring was yellow but extremely rich. It looked like it was very old, at least five hundred years old. It exuded strong fluctuations in soul power. In an instant, Meng Yiran opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth slightly, revealing Shocked look.

Even Duke Long and Snake Lady couldn't help but look at each other. This was an extremely rare soul ring that could absorb souls beyond the age limit. The young man in front of him was indeed a rare genius. With this first soul ring, he didn't even need to take another test. You can enter the Academy of Alien Beasts.

In fact, Wang Shenmeng's soul ring is about eight hundred years old. Any longer and it will turn purple. If he hadn't stripped off the Holy Fire of Light and let the Fire-Eating Divine Mark absorb it, his current soul ring would have been longer than that. For thousands of years.

The wings of two beautiful butterflies stretched behind Wang Shenmeng, lingering in colorful lights, exuding a dreamlike beauty, the mysterious and noble aura moved invisible, with an indescribable beauty.

Meng Yiran held the two-foot-long snake staff and looked at it for a while. Suddenly, the snake staff she was holding tightly shook slightly. She could feel the oppression of the superior martial spirit, but the beast martial spirit was against the weapon. The pressure from Wuhun is not that obvious, so the feeling is not strong.

But this was enough to make her heart tremble. Although the snake staff was only a high-level martial spirit, even the top-level dragon staff did not give him this feeling. The first time she encountered the suppression of the martial spirit, she was a little overwhelmed. .

Meng Yiran couldn't help but look at Wang Shenmeng's martial spirit again, and inadvertently looked into his beautiful and mysterious eyes.

Wang Shenmeng's pupils were shining brightly in an instant, and the colorful brilliance flowed and intertwined, exuding invisible fluctuations in spiritual power. The eyes were like two colorful vortexes, attracting people to indulge in them.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a powerful force that made Meng Yiran unable to resist sinking. His mind went blank for a moment. He couldn't think of anything, and he didn't want to think about it. He didn't know who he was or what he was going to do. I froze there.

If it was on the battlefield, this sudden stupor would be enough to distinguish between life and death, but Wang Shenmeng naturally would not fail to talk about martial ethics when they competed with each other.

He just wanted to test out the new soul skills he had created during this period, and the results were very gratifying. He controlled Meng Yiran in just one move, leaving her without any resistance.

Over the past two months, Wang Shenmeng has worked hard to control the dreamy power naturally emitted by the Butterfly Martial Soul, and finally condensed it all into his eyes, combining it with the pupil power of the Purple Demon Eye.

This makes his Ziji Demon Eyes an extremely powerful pupil technique. In addition to the Ziji Demon Eyes' original macroscopic and microcosmic abilities, it also derives a terrifying power of fantasy. , even people who are stronger than him in mental strength will be affected.

This new pupil art, because of its terrifying magical power that makes people sink, was named "Wuji Magic Eye" by Wang Shenmeng. Although there is only one word difference from Ziji Magic Eye, both the principle and the power have the same essence. difference.

And his current mental power has at least reached the soul master, Meng is still a small soul master, of course it is difficult to resist.

Duke Long Meng Shu's expression froze, and he couldn't help being shocked. With his eyesight, he could tell that his granddaughter had actually lost. As long as Wang Shenmeng released a soul skill at will, Meng Yiran would not be able to fight back. .

"What kind of little monster is this?"

He couldn't help being shocked, and then he was pleasantly surprised. He felt like he had found a treasure, and he was determined to keep this young man in the Academy of Alien Beasts.

The colorful vortex in Wang Shenmeng's eyes suddenly disappeared, and became black and white again, his eyes were clear and agile, and he smiled and said, "Miss Meng, I've accepted it!"

Meng Yiran regained his clarity from the state of shutdown, and recalled the scene when his mind went blank just now, and he was afraid for a while.

"What kind of soul skill is this?"

Just by looking at the other party's eyes, he was actually controlled, as if his soul was trapped in it. If the other party took the opportunity to take action, he would have lost badly now, wouldn't he?

Meng was still a little frustrated.

I didn't even have a chance to make a move, so I lost without any resistance, and my self-esteem was severely frustrated.

"I lost. I admit that you are very powerful, but if you give me a chance to use my soul skills, I may not be able to defeat you."

The girl said with some reluctance that since she was a child, no one among her peers had ever been her opponent, but this boy, who was younger than herself, gave her the first setback in her life, and she couldn't accept it for a while.

Wang Shenmeng chuckled lightly and said, "Since Miss Meng has confidence, then let's compete in soul skills and treat it as an exchange and learning from each other. Please."

Meng Yiran was taken aback, his face suddenly turned gloomy, and he said with some embarrassment: "You have already defeated me once, and you have passed the entrance examination. Next, let's learn from each other. No matter who wins or loses, it won't affect you. assessment."

Long Gong Meng Shu immediately smiled and said: "Yi Yi is right, you have already defeated Yi Yi, but it is a good thing for young people to communicate and exchange ideas. Let me see your soul skills. I have a hunch that you will give me Bring more surprises.”

"The first soul skill, snake blade!"

Meng Yiran's expression was solemn, and he didn't dare to hold anything back. The spirit ring under his feet lit up, and the tip of the snake staff in his hand turned into a sharp, curved blade, exuding a sharp and cold aura, and quickly chopped down at Wang Shenmeng.

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