The level of flexion and extension has been stuck at the second order zero level for a long time, and as the level increases, the growth rate of the dung bucket value becomes slower and slower.

Don't look at the huge size of this dead Great Ming Gorilla tribe, he can not provide much dung bucket value for Qu Shen, after reaching the second level, the increase in dung bucket value needs quality, not just quantity.

The higher the quality of the food, the more value it can provide.

The meat of the Great Ming Gorilla tribe is not very tasty, but the chewiness is not bad, and Qu Shen eats it while paying attention to the surrounding situation with his divine thoughts.

According to the plan of the scarlet fall, he is ready to separate Wu Yun and Wu Zhu and break them separately, but there seems to be a big difference between the ideal and the reality.

He finally managed to get close to Wu Yun, and he was attacked twice by magic in the middle.

"Hmph, is the magician very powerful?Now that I'm close, I wonder if you still have time to chant!"

However, the blow he was bound to win was easily dodged by him.

"Where are you going!" Gorilla Fall chased after him, stretching out his giant arm and aiming directly at Wu Yun.

Who would have thought that this time Wu Yun not only didn't run, but even stopped and made a posture of going to bump into Orangutan once.

"Don't measure yourself!" Gorilla Luo disagreed, he didn't think that the snake girl in front of him could have much strength, according to common sense, the magician who was close to the warrior was like a fish on the chopping board, and could only be beaten passively.

But Wu Yun refreshed this basic cognition with practical actions.

She jumped for life, waved the big stick in her hand, the two-meter-long black stick, picked it up in her hand, and smashed it down in front of the orangutan!

"You have a good weapon, but if you want to hurt me, you still need a little strength!" After all, it is a race that is known for its strength, and the Great Singing Apes are naturally strong men, and they have never lost in close combat under their peers.

Scarlet Luo stretched out his hand to block it, and when his arm came into contact with the Divine Maiden's Stick, the expression on his face suddenly changed, and his brows furrowed!

"That's a lot of strength!"

Wu Yun smashed this stick, completely beyond the expectations of the orangutan fall, when he just blocked it, due to the light enemy, was smashed back half a step, if it wasn't found out in time, quickly increased the strength on the arm, just afraid that this stick fell on the brain, can smash him unconscious!

Even so, it still took a lot of effort for him to stop this slap!

"How is that possible? Aren't you a magician?" "Most of the mage's bodies are weak and have no melee ability, why do you have so much strength that you can make me feel strained?"

"Because I am blessed by the gods and baptized by the light. Wu Yun withdrew the goddess stick, carried it on her shoulder, and said proudly: "My physical strength is no worse than yours." ”

"Nonsense!" Scarlet retorted, "Your tribe has long been abandoned by the gods! How can you have the protection of the gods? You must have used some other method to become so strong in an instant!"

"Oh, really?"

Wu Yun didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, just smiled contemptuously.

At this moment, a gentle wind blew, just ruffling the hair on her forehead, where there was a delicate teardrop-shaped mark.

"Shhhh

When he saw this mark clearly, Orangutan fell in place.

The teardrop-shaped mark is exclusive to the goddess!

Only creatures who are specially favored by the gods can have this honor!

This symbolizes that she is not only a magician, but also a goddess who is favored by the gods!

This information was like a thunderbolt from the blue, and it suddenly fell into the mind of the orangutan, making his thoughts become unable to calm down for a long time.

"No, it can't be! The Black Snake Tribe has long been abandoned by the gods, how can a tribe without faith have the favor of the gods, your mark is fake, it must be fake!"

"You can question me, but you can't question the great god!" Wu Yun's face glowed with divine light, her gaze was very reverent, but when she looked at the scarlet fall, she became extremely angry!

"Accept the wrath of the gods!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a powerful aura instantly rose around her, and in the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield was enveloped.

Some viscous feces, born out of nothingness, as if they had eyes, fell on the tribesmen of the Great Singing Tribe.

"Dung Sea Domain!"

This is Qu Shen personally shot.

"What's the situation?"

Everyone was confused and didn't understand the situation.

"It smells so bad!"

"Where did these things come from? It's disgusting!"

"It's not just disgusting, it's clingy!"

The tribesmen of the Great Gorilla tribe tried to avoid these feces that suddenly appeared in the air, but the feces were too dense for them to avoid at all, so they could only let these smelly and sticky dirt fall on their bodies and hair.

"Gross-"

The scene was so intense that some people had already started retching.

As the leader of this conflict, he was the first to be included in the list of key care objects.

With Qu Shen's current strength of the two-order zero level, when opening the realm, dealing with a first-order junior little guy like Orangutan Luo is completely like a joke.

His combat power of up to 6,000 is enough to crush the opponent at will.

Under the control of Qu Shen, the dung in the dung sea field quickly stuck these big guys all over their bodies.

The extremely corrosive feces keep drilling into the capillary blood holes, and the skin is stimulated, resulting in unbearable itching all over the body, which makes these big guys with surprisingly strong strength jump to their feet in pain!

The two sides stopped fighting, and the originally chaotic battlefield no longer had the sound of shouting and killing, only those big men were left bouncing in place, scratching their ears and cheeks and snorting in pain.

On the other hand, the snake people of the Black Snake Tribe have nothing to do at all, and those feces will not get close to their bodies at all, but will only fall accurately on those people of the Great Singing Gorilla Tribe.

"It's so uncomfortable! What the hell is going on?"

"It's tickling me! It's tickling!"

"If you keep scratching like this, you can scratch yourself to death!"

The tribesmen of the Great Ming Orang tribe scratched their bodies with blood, some even scratched their skins, and some people rolled wildly on the ground, deliberately using raised stones on the ground to stop itching.

In this way, they want to alleviate the adverse effects of fecal erosion.

And yet all in vain.

The dung, like maggots on the tarsal bones, do not forgive.