Stand up.

Not sleepy.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Buzhou drew out the Zhanlu sword again.

On the Zhanlu sword, the two lowest runes on the side with forty-nine runes have completely lost their spirituality.

The two runes were integrated into the inner ring of the black and white vortex in his dantian.

This happened twice in a row...

Could it be that in the end I can absorb all 108 runes on the Zhanlu Sword and integrate them into the inner circle of my Dantian?

100%.

The right eye gave a definite answer.

Zhou Buzhou was slightly delighted.

So, if the remaining ninety-eight runes could be integrated into the Dantian like the previous two runes, and even speed up the rotation of the black and white vortex...

Wouldn't that mean he carries a hundred-level battle ladder and possesses a hundred battle spirits?

100%.

Zhou Buzhou paused for a moment and continued to ask:

Could it be that the runes on the Zhanlu Sword are the same as the war spirit on Zhanshan in the Lingbu base?

0%.

Not really...

Zhou Buzhou shook his head, thought for a moment, and did not continue asking.

He couldn't find a possible causal relationship for the time being, and his mind was in a mess because of picking peaches and tomorrow's battle.

He didn't want to think too much.

After pausing for a moment, Zhou Buzhou lowered his head and looked directly at the third rune on the Zhanlu sword, sinking into that trance state again.

only,

This time, it wasn't just a simple daze.

In a trance, he could feel his own existence, but also felt as if he did not exist at all.

Then.

Suddenly, a long black shadow passed through his perception...