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At this moment, the hearts of the three of Fu Meng are complicated, as the masters of the temple inquisition, they have lived in the temple since they were children, living in cultivation, and never going out except for extremely special circumstances.

They devoted themselves to penance, and after countless cruel eliminations and selections, those who passed entered the temple, and those who were eliminated were left in the temple, doubting death and disappearance.

Those who enter the temple need to continue to undergo penance and selection, and then choose to enter different institutions such as the Inquisition, the Temple Army, or the Supervision Office based on their results and personal wishes.

Those who enter the temple are all people with extremely high talent in martial arts and perseverance, and they will be young talents who are famous outside, especially the three of them, especially the three of them in order to break through their respective limits, they have successfully accepted the transformation of their bodies, and their strength has improved by leaps and bounds, leaving the competitors in the temple far behind.

Because of the body transformation, the three of them and Wugong Yang are all familiar with each other, and they also admire each other very much, after all, the pain of this transformation is unimaginable to ordinary people, and many people even after the successful transformation, because they can't bear this pain, they have coma, suicide, and delirium.

Therefore, every transformer has a willpower that is different from ordinary people.

But at this moment, they were moved by the strength that Sang Nan showed.

They believed that if Sang Nan was born in the temple, his future achievements would definitely not be lower than that of the high priest Zhou Jianbai, and it was not impossible to even become a figure like Lord Futian.

It is a pity that, as an adversary, such a person is doomed to destruction by the temple.

It's not right or wrong, it's just a matter of position.

Thinking of this, the three of them each took out a strange little shield the size of a palm from their arms, with a handle on the back, put it on the palm of their hands, and began to launch a close siege on Sang Nan.

The surface of the small shield is mottled and uneven, a bit like an old turtle shell, the texture is hard, and Sang Nan's Beidou double cone is also difficult to pierce, Sang Nan only felt that the pressure increased sharply, and the attack was contained, so he had to rely on his swift body to shuttle and swim in the bag of the three people, constantly looking for a gap to attack.

Ji Tieyi sat not far away, swallowed a few pills, and silently recovered from his injuries.

Although the penances at the foot of the mountain suffered heavy casualties, they still rushed towards Medon desperately, and they were already in a scuffle with the living dead on the periphery. These living dead are all controlled by the warriors, and they are very good at combining, and the humanoid barrier formed is very strong, and the situation is not safe for a while.

However, once someone breaks through this barrier, even if the other party is an eighth-level martial artist, they can theoretically slaughter the thunder throwers inside.

Seeing this, Mei Dongen ordered the mine-thrower to control the frequency of the attack, and then quietly covered his mouth and nose with a hood, and then gently closed his eyes.

They are located between mountains and forests, and because of the cold climate, they can grow some hardy coniferous and shrub vegetation at this time. In addition, the only plant that can bloom is a small flower called Nanling.

In order to resist the severe cold, the southern bell plant is dwarf, the leaves are thin and small, and the bell-shaped flowers are surprisingly small, less than half a centimeter in diameter. It grows stubbornly in the icy and snowy wasteland, blooming blue, peach, purple different colors between the dead branches and leaves, clusters, all over the mountains, decorating the wasteland of all things withered with gorgeous colors, people in the wasteland often regard Nanling as a symbol of courage and selflessness, and call it "brave flower".

After a few moments, these "brave flowers" began to quietly secrete a colorless and lightly scented gas, which smelled pleasant.

Under Mei Dongen's reminder, the thunder throwers only inhaled a small amount of Nanling's aroma, but the ascetics inhaled a large amount of aroma in the constant battle and shouting......

After a long time, a slight feeling of fatigue began to appear, and the ascetics thought that it was caused by the fact that they had been fighting for too long and did not pay attention. Who knows, this fatigue soon became more and more obvious, and the drowsiness was like a light tide on the shore, hitting in waves, which made people irrepressible.

Could it be that he has fallen into some kind of calculation?

The cultivation method of ascetic cultivation was extremely harsh, and it was impossible to fall asleep in battle, and they finally felt that something was wrong.

Hundreds of eyes began to search for suspicious things, and finally suddenly found Medon standing in the middle of the formation with his eyes closed.

It's her! It must have been that woman's doing!

Many penances realized this and wanted to rush into the formation, capture Mei Dongen, and force her to hand over the antidote, only to find that they were affected by a state of lethargy, and the frequency of their movements had begun to slow down.

Nanling is also a kind of medicinal material, drinking with the flower buds of Nanling, which can play a diuretic and detoxifying effect, of course, the premise is not to overdose, otherwise there will be severe dehydration, resulting in drowsiness, coma symptoms, and even death due to heart failure in severe cases.

Under Mei Don'en's control, these nanling secreted a large amount of aroma containing diuretic ingredients, and the inhalation amount of the penances has far exceeded the normal standard, and the body will naturally have an uncomfortable reaction.

Both sides are fighting for their lives at this time, and if they are a little slower than half a beat, they will have to worry about their lives, not to mention that their opponents are still a group of living dead who are terrifyingly calm, and only have only the fighting instinct left.

The living dead seized this opportunity, and without hesitation, they went on a killing spree, hot blood spilled down, and the ascetics fell one after another.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the mine-throwers threw out a round of grenades, which instantly blew up the unresponsive penances on the periphery, and the number became scarce.

The scales of victory began to tip on the side of Maidon.

Most of the remaining penances were ninth-level martial artists, and seeing that the situation was not good, they hurriedly turned around and retreated towards the mountain.

The living dead refused to let them go, and continued to chase after them, constantly killing the lonely penances, and the penances rushing to the top of the mountain became less and less.

Worried about the safety of Sang Nan and Ji Tieyi, Mei Dongen commanded these living dead to quickly chase to the top of the mountain to support.

Suddenly, an angry beast roar came, which made Mei Dongen's heart tremble, and she could hear that it was the voice of Xiao Nannan (White Bear).

Could it be that Sangnam is in danger?

She didn't care about being reserved at this time, so she called a living dead, rode directly on the other party's back, and followed her up the cliff.

At this time, the battle on the cliff had entered a white heat, and a tall and fat white bear, roaring angrily, was fighting with the three penances.

Ji Tieyi, who was in a dragon state, fell to the ground and fell into a coma because of his injuries.

The white bear's eyes widened, revealing a cold and fierce light, and its claws popped out, pounced and kicked backwards, and collided and bitten, and the speed was extremely fast. The three penances were caught by the white bear and were covered in rags.

However, they seemed to be determined to fight the white bear to the end, and one by one with a solemn expression, the iron fist combined to deal with the brave white bear with all their might.

And the white bear was frequently hit in the body under their desperate encirclement, but his skin was rough and thick, and he was not affected too much, but was aroused by the other party's infinite anger.

"Give me death!" Suddenly, the white bear stood up and spoke.

Everyone around looked stunned. (To be continued.) )