Song Ning didn't know what Qiao Bo and He Huan were thinking over there, and they were fighting monsters here.

She stepped on the thunder and lightning, floating steadily in the middle of the sky, kneading a purple thunderbolt ball in her hand, and throwing it down carelessly.

The mantis monster that was hit by lightning instantly vaporized and dissipated directly between heaven and earth, leaving nothing but a black pit where it stood.

The cockroach monsters below are densely packed, and the small-scale thunder explosion ball is a drop in the bucket, and Song Ning will occasionally lazily pinch a trick and put a large-scale thunder explosion technique.

The attack area of the Thunder Explosion Technique is much larger, and often a Thunder Explosion Technique can be put down, and a large area of cockroach monsters can be emptied in an instant.

However, the Thunder Explosion Technique requires a lot of spiritual power, and Song Ning can't use it for a long time, so he can only cast it once in a while, and he can only cast it again when the blood regeneration is completed.

Although the spiritual power of merit transformation is easy to use, there are many corresponding limitations.

Song Ning has not been idle these days, and has been seizing the time to cultivate aura.

However, the spiritual power of this world is low, even if she cultivates for ten or eight years, it can't be worth one year of cultivation in the world before her.

Therefore, although Song Ning has not relaxed on cultivation, the speed of spiritual power increase has not been very obvious.

Working hard to cultivate for three months is not as good as doing two good deeds to increase the spiritual power!

This is also the reason why she works so hard to do good deeds and accumulate merit.

Even if you don't want to be so subject to the Heavenly Dao of this world, but the reality is like this.

Song Ning stood in mid-sky, the battlefield below was filled with gunsmoke, and the dust raised by the shells blocked the height of twenty or thirty meters from the surface.

In addition, because Song Ning borrowed the power of thunder and lightning, the area was covered with dark clouds, and the visibility on the ground was predictably poor.

The soldiers fought very hard, and those cockroaches were rough and thick-skinned, and after their two arms turned into sickles, they were even more powerful, and cutting people was like cutting watermelons.

The fighters were beaten and retreated, and they were about to retreat to the second line of defense.

A steady stream of praying mantis monsters are fearless of death impacting the military's defense line, and Rao has Song Ning, a big killer, but it still can't change its situation of defeat and retreat.

Bang!

Song Ning threw a small thunderbolt in front of several soldiers who were pulled into melee combat by the cockroach monsters, and several cockroach monsters instantly vaporized and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Several soldiers were slightly stunned, and after a short breather, they rejoined the battlefield non-stop.

Because of the obstruction of smoke and dust, Song Ning's rescue depends on the luck on everyone's head.

Those colorful luck are like everyone's unique blood bar, and Song Ning knows at a glance who is about to be unable to resist.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Song Ning took the time to throw a few thunderbolts next to a few little warriors with black luck above their heads, eliminating the cockroach monsters around them.

The fate of several warriors changed in an instant, and the warm yellow golden light of merit couldn't stop floating into Song Ning's body, so much so that her whole person was bathed in a golden ball of light.

Even ordinary people can't see those golden lights of merit, but in this pitch-black world, Song Ning is like turning on the biggest beauty soft light filter, and a layer of soft light appears on the whole person.

The rescued soldier gratefully bent over Song Ning, and then rushed into the battlefield again without fear of death.

The battlefield was stretched to nearly 100 meters and kilometers by the mantis monster, and even Song Ning could only save the soldiers around him.

Looking at the black luck that was almost entangled below, Song Ning also hit a real fire.

A waist-thick purple dragon suddenly emerged from the dark clouds, and the purple dragon roared angrily and swooped down towards the mantis monster below.

Bang!

The huge thunderstorm and dazzling electric light formed a huge mushroom cloud, and countless mantis monsters disappeared directly.

The battlefield fell silent.

The battlefield commander hurriedly took the opportunity to direct the soldiers to retreat, using the long and huge power grid as a defensive line, defending and attacking at the same time.

With the power grid in the way, the fighters were relieved.

The casualties of the soldiers were heavy, and the medics were constantly transporting the wounded outside the battlefield, one trip after another.

A few medics lay on the battlefield because of their physical exhaustion, and they didn't even have the strength to raise their arms.

But the fighting continued, and the wounded kept increasing.

Wailing, screaming, screaming... Every sentence of grief is like a magic sound.

The medics gritted their teeth and got up to continue treating the wounded.

These people are the sons, husbands and fathers of the common people they swear to protect to the death, but if they can save them, they can't leave them alone!

In the face of the tragedy below, Song Ning had no sorrow or joy.

She is quite a "god" posture at this time, she loves the world deeply, but she also looks down on life and death in the world.

Therefore, her mind will not be shaken by the tragic events on the battlefield below.

She rescued those soldiers just for merit, and she was angry because those ugly "bugs" were too disgusting.

Although there are a hundred ways to deal with these monsters in Qimen Dunjia, none of them is easy to achieve.

For example, in the formation arrangement, there are not a few killing formations that Song Ning knows, but these require long-term practice and cooperation from the soldiers, and they can't be used at all in a hurry;

For another example, sprinkling beans into soldiers, paper soldiers, and even summoning Yin soldiers, but these all require a large amount of aura as a backing.

Although Song Ning is not lacking in aura now, the Heavenly Dao is stuck with her!

As long as her spiritual power is used frequently, Heavenly Dao will dare to slow down her recovery...

It made Song Ning's heart irritable.

The others couldn't work for the time being, and Song Ning could only use the most primitive thunder and lightning power in heaven and earth to slash those monsters over and over again.

Although in the face of a large number of monsters, her "small fight" is nothing, but it is better than nothing.

"It can't go on like this!"

Inside the second line of defense, Qiu Zifan put down the telescope with a solemn face.

"Although Comrade Song Ning is powerful, there are too many monsters, and in terms of the battlefield, it has little impact!"

"We must come up with a new plan as soon as possible to defend our line of defense for the motherland and the people, and never let the monster step out of the way!"

"That's right... When will the rest of the Xuanmen people arrive? ”

"It should be almost there..."

Before the talking staff officer could finish speaking, a messenger hurriedly ran in.

"Report to the sir, a group of Taoist priests have come outside..."

Qiu Zifan was overjoyed when he heard this, and he didn't care about listening to the little soldier's next words, so he strode out to greet him personally.

One Song Ning has had such a big impact on the battlefield, a group of Song Ning... Wouldn't that be the end of the fight tonight?

Qiu Zifan thought of the beauty in his heart, and he ran faster under his feet.

He couldn't wait to throw those monks and Taoists into the battlefield to reduce his own casualties.

His soldiers are all his own sons, and he will be distressed to die if he dies, not to mention how many have died in just this period of time?!

Qiu Zifan felt that his heart was painful and numb, and if he continued like this, he had to have a heart attack!

He thought it was beautiful, but would it really be what he wanted?

Everything he conceived in his mind had a premise, that is, those monks and Taoists were on par with Song Ning's skills.

But... Is this possible?