"By the way, what mission are we going to carry out this time, we won't be sent to the battlefield to be cannon fodder, otherwise why is the face of this deputy captain cold?" Finding that the team was getting farther and farther away from the Wudang faction camp, Zhang Fan asked the bald monk next to him.

"As long as we meet two core disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, I'm afraid we will be wiped out, and we are indeed just cannon fodder. But now we're not going to the battlefield, we're going to clean up the battlefield. ”

"Clean up the battlefield"? Zhang Fan was secretly puzzled.

"The so-called cleaning up of the battlefield is actually very simple, that is, the corpses of these dead monks are incinerated with fire, otherwise a large number of corpses will be piled up, and if no one deals with them, the impact will not be good. The skinhead explained.

"This cleaning up the battlefield is a chore, after all, no one wants to deal with corpses, and the battlefield is full of stumps and broken arms, brain plasma and blood stains everywhere, to be honest, it is quite a test of people's psychology, but cleaning up the battlefield sometimes finds a lot of treasures on the battlefield, such as some dead monks' storage bags and the like. ”

Just as Zhang Fan and the bald monk were talking, the smell of blood in the air began to get worse, the team stopped, Zhang Fan stared, his eyes swept ahead, and there were several corpses left on a mountain peak not far away.

Some of the corpses still remained in their pre-death appearance before they died, and their appearance was miserable and terrifying. What's more, the limbs separated the people's brains and slurry splashed on the ground, which was simply miserable.

The cultivation realm is an extremely cruel world, even more sinister than the battle between the rivers and lakes in the world, and the strength represents all this. Who doesn't want to be a human being, who doesn't want to go one step further and become a strong person. This is especially true in the cultivation realm.

Compared to the mortal wars of the world, the battlefield between monks is much wider. It can be used as a battlefield on the ground, in the air, or underground. And it was much worse than the wars in the world.

The worst outcome of a war soldier in the world is to die in battle, but the battle among the monks is not that you are dead, and your primordial gods and corpses will even be used by the other party to be sacrificed into magic weapons or puppets, to put it bluntly, there is no chance to be reincarnated.

The corpses that Zhang Fan saw along the way were all the corpses of some Qi Refining Period monks, and the Qi Refining Period monks were weak, so they died the most, and the corpses were useless after death, so they stayed.

See the corpses left behind in the mountains and feel the smell of blood and carnage in the air. The cruelty of Xiuzhen. Zhang Fan also has a little more understanding and experience.

Wang Mei didn't have any surprise on her face when she saw these tragically dead corpses, as if she had long been used to it, she took out a few bags from the storage bag with an indifferent expression and threw them towards Zhang Fan and them.

"Every two people in a group, when they see the corpses, they will dispose of them with rotting corpse powder, and all the corpses within a radius of ten miles and the like will be removed today, and they will gather here when it is dark. ”

Zhang Fan also reached out and received one, the bag was transparent in color, and it contained some white powder. is obviously the carrion powder in Wang Mei's mouth.

After throwing the rotting corpse powder to Zhang Fan and them, Wang Mei, the deputy captain, took the lead and flew towards a mountain peak not far away, while several people in the remaining team also flew in groups of two, each in one direction.

Zhang Fan and the bald monk naturally stood together. Under the leadership of the bald monks, whether in the hills or in the valleys, as long as the corpses were found. Zhang Fan directly sprinkled the white carrion powder in his hand on it.

The corpse sprinkled with carrion powder turned into green smoke and disappeared into the world in an instant. Not even a trace of blood remains, this carrion powder is really wonderful.

Zhang Fan and the bald monk flew low-altitude all the way. Although I saw the corpses of many monks on the way, the storage bags and magic weapons on the bodies of these monks had been taken away.

Whenever he saw such an empty corpse, the bald monk would have a look of disappointment on his face, and occasionally there was a storage bag on the corpse, and the bald monk would take the first step and collect the storage bag in his hand early, as if he was afraid that Zhang Fan would compete with him.

How could Zhang Fan not understand the bald monk's thoughts, so whenever he found that there was a storage bag left next to the corpse, Zhang Fan would let the bald monk take it, because Zhang Fan didn't take the storage bags on these corpses to heart at all.

Zhang Fan's approach made the bald monk feel good, and the two of them talked about the body all the way, and they got along well.

Just as Zhang Fan sprinkled rotting corpse powder on a corpse as usual, there was a sound of breaking the air in the air, Zhang Fan looked up, and saw four people wearing gold-inlaid clothes flying in front of Zhang Fan and them, and the bald head hurriedly dodged from the side when he saw this, not daring to stand in front of these people.

Seeing that Zhang Fan was still standing in place, the bald head hurriedly said to Zhang Fan: "Fan Daoyou, come back quickly, these people are the core disciples of the Wudang Sect, and we can't afford to provoke them." ”

Although I don't know why the bald head said this, hearing this, Zhang Fan also flew to the side. Seeing this, these core disciples smiled contemptuously and swaggered away from Zhang Fan and them.

Just after the two yellow-clothed monks flew by, the bald head whispered: "These core disciples are the real main force of the two major sects fighting, and they usually don't go out easily, why did they come so many times today, could it be that they couldn't carry out some important tasks?"

As soon as the bald monk finished speaking, he heard a loud "boom" suddenly from the distance, and then a circle of violent white air currents shot out in all directions, and the rocks the size of a millstone were blown into the sky.

Zhang Fan saw it at a glance, and the place where the explosion occurred was the direction where the core disciples had just gone.

Those core disciples rushed there for no reason, and the movement of the explosion just now only showed that something was going on there.

"Let's go, let's see". Zhang Fan suggested to the bald monk.

The bald monk hesitated, apparently frightened by the previous explosion, but after thinking for a while, he still planned to take a look.

"If our teammates stay in the shadows, don't interfere no matter what happens, otherwise, it won't be worth it if you get into trouble."

"That's nature. Zhang Fan nodded and took the lead in flying there. (To be continued......)