Chapter 344

When Song Zhen returned to the bedroom, the other two nuns were already waiting in the room. The three of them were the only three girls in the whole team.

After all, men are naturally more suitable for the task of field investigation than women.

A kind of girl Liu Ruonan, who shaved an inch of her head and looked like a boy, looked at Song Zhen and said, "did you go to talk to that wuyanzu?"

"Well, yes." Song Zhen said with a smile, "I'm so handsome. I feel happy talking with him."

Liu Ruonan snorted, "don't blame me for not reminding you. That Yanzu Wu is almost 40 years old. He doesn't have the third level until he is 40 years old. He has poor cultivation talent. He is almost 40 years old. How do you know if he has a wife?"

Song Zhen curled his lips and said, "I'm just talking to handsome guys. What are you thinking?"

Liu Ruonan: "I just want to remind you that for the sake of our comrades in arms, Yanzu Wu's talent is poor and he is old. Just have a look. Don't think too much."

"Cut, what's the use of strong strength? Can you beat demons and immortals again?" Song Zhen said, "I just want to find a handsome one. It doesn't matter. Anyway, we don't know when we die. Maybe tomorrow you will die, or I will die. What do you want so much?"

Liu Ruonan sighed when he heard the speech. This time, Qin Tian's team was killed. Eight of the 11 team members died before they were transferred to make up for it.

On the battlefield of demons, there is indeed a danger of death at any time. Even those monks in the 5th and 6th levels dare not say that they must be safe.

Song Zhen turned to look at another nun who had not spoken. "Miao Xian, what do you think of Wu Yanzu? Is he particularly handsome?"

The girl who is called Miao Xian is a little short. She is really the girl who secretly looked at Zhou Bai for several times when she was in the team. When she heard Song Zhen's question, she nodded awkwardly, "it's pretty good."

"I'll tell you." Song Zhen said, "you all cover him tomorrow. Don't let him die on the first day of the battlefield."

Liu Ruonan turned around and said, "hum, we can't guarantee ourselves to be alive. Who else can we take care of?" She paused and then said, "go to bed early, and then some are tired."

Song Zhen also lay in bed and suddenly sighed, "next vacation, I want to go back to Nanshan city. I haven't been back for a long time. Liu Ruonan, you can go back with me."

Liu Ruonan: "HMM."

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On the other hand, after Song Zhen left, Zhou Bai stopped chatting with Qian wangsun and directly focused on his chest.

At this time, a round, about the size of your thumb, crystal clear sphere is emitting dark gold light.

It is the only Buddhist relic left in Hokkaido school at present.

At this moment, Zhou Bai used a special method of sacrificing and refining, communicating the holy relics of the Dharma with Yuan divine power, and constantly leveraging the pure power among them.

With the slightest trace, the incomparably pure power flowed into the sea of knowledge along Zhou Bai's yuan divine power, and integrated into the God of natural disasters. Zhou Bai could sense that his yuan divine power was growing bit by bit, and the growth rate was faster than his past self-cultivation with face pressure.

During this period of time, waiting in Beihai City, he didn't do anything. Every night, he would go out to catch the traitors, harvest some luck, and use it as food to enhance the potential of his original God.

Coupled with the sacrifice and refining of the Dharma holy relic, his spiritual strength cultivation speed is not slow.

Today, his meta divine power has reached 4082 points, and his maximum meta divine power is now 4098 points.

The God of natural disaster constantly absorbed the power in the Dharma holy relic, and Zhou Bai could clearly feel that with his absorption, the power in the Dharma holy relic was also weakening.

"The headmaster is right. I'm afraid that when I raise the yuan divine power to 7999, the power of the Dharma saint will be exhausted."

With the influx of power into the yuan God, the God of natural disasters became stronger and stronger. Soon, Zhou Bai found that his yuan God power increased by 1 point again, reaching 4083 points.

At this time, the noise came. Zhou Bai opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the gate of the stronghold. He saw five soldiers rushing in, bathed in blood and holding four other monks who were seriously injured and in danger.

"Doctor! Where's the doctor!"

"Xiao Dong! Hold on! Don't die!"

He saw several soldiers being held, some breathed weakly and looked listless, some shouted like crazy, and others had closed their eyes and completely fainted.

Zhou Bai and Qian wangsun looked at the blood and tears of several soldiers, watched the medical personnel rush over and send several injured people away, watched one of them lie on the ground, and the doctor shook his head aside: "he has... Died."

Several soldiers held their dead comrades in tears. The doctor persuaded them aside, "your injury is also very serious. Go to treatment quickly."

One of them suddenly roared, and the dark yuan Shen force surged up from him. His mouth opened wider and wider, and the corners of his mouth seemed to crack. His long fangs surged out, and the whole person directly began to deform.

"Be careful!"

"He's distorted!"

"Stand back!"

Several wounded soldiers looked at their distorted comrades in arms with a sad and angry face. One of them roared with a big beard, stretched out his hand and drew the long knife behind him in his hand.

Another wounded man with a broken hand shouted, "Captain, that's AHAO!"

"If it is distorted, there is no turning back." Tears kept flowing from beard's eyes: "you know! Killing him is good for him."

Although he said so, looking at the constantly distorted comrade in arms in front of him, the big man's palm with a knife trembled constantly, but he was still unable to make a move.

At this time, a flash of sword light flashed, and the deformed man's head rose to the sky, and his body fell softly to the ground.

Seeing this scene, several soldiers loosened their bodies and fell to their knees.

Beard looked at Zhou Bai, who shot, and said with red eyes, "thanks, brother, you did what I should do."

Zhou Bai shook his head. "Go to rest and treatment quickly. Don't have another accident."

Beard nodded at Zhou Bai, "brother, my name is Lin Changqing. What's your name?"

Zhou Bai: "Wu Yanzu."

Beard nodded and turned away.

Watching bearded help his comrades in arms away, Zhou Bai and Qian wangsun glanced at each other, leaving a haze in their eyes.

"This is the battlefield that mankind has to face." Qin Tian didn't know when he appeared behind the two men, and slowly said, "we should fight against the endless demons, our comrades in arms who may be distorted at any time, our direct contact with the wild pollution in this high-pressure environment, and our fight against the distortion of the way of heaven.

Every minute, every second, we have the possibility of sacrifice. This is probably the worst battlefield that mankind has ever experienced in history. "