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It is also a great loss for True Dragon Spirit City that so many monks in the fusion period fell in the same period.

However, the birth of more than 800 monks in the Mahayana period, even looking at the history of the entire True Dragon Clan, has never been so brilliant.

With the current strength of the True Dragon Spirit City, it has far surpassed all the forces in the Blood Cloud Spiritual Realm combined.

Lai Wuhen's contribution to such a result is well-deserved, but it is also inseparable from the millions of years of accumulation of the True Dragon Clan.

If it weren't for the fact that there are so many monks in the integration period who are just barely there in the real dragon spirit city, it would be impossible to accomplish this within a hundred years.

The resources provided by Lai Wuhen became the last straw that contributed to this incident.

There are more than 30 monks in the fusion stage of Tianyue Lingcheng, but it is not known how many years it will take to advance to the Mahayana stage.

"Man Li, the warship will be handed over to you in the future. With more than 800 Mahayana monks, it should be enough to display its full power." Lai Wuhen said, and released the warship as soon as he raised his hand.

The method of using the warship is not complicated. More than 800 Mahayana monks are in place one by one. Long Manli sits in the central control room, and her spiritual consciousness can be expanded to a distance of [-] miles.

The scope of this spiritual consciousness is almost the same as that of ordinary golden immortals, even if it is said, no one will believe it.

Lai Wuhen and his other eleven wives were all in the city of the warship, and they could only see some of the surroundings of the warship through the light curtain, and their spiritual consciousness could not penetrate outside the warship.

But here, they felt an unprecedented sense of security, and they didn't know whether the monks in the real fairyland could resist this full blow.

"Manli, drive the warship to the Blood Cloud Spiritual Realm." Lai Wuhen talked to Long Manli through the light curtain in front of him.

"Okay." Long Manli did not hesitate, and directly put the warship into stealth mode, and then left the True Dragon Spirit City in a flash.

The speed of the warship was simply beyond Long Manli's imagination. Fortunately, the range of her consciousness can now extend to a distance of one hundred thousand miles, otherwise the warship would not know how many things it would hit in this escape.

With more than 800 Mahayana monks as the driving force, it doesn't need to consume much just to fly away.

Feeling the rising bad luck value in the exchange mall, Lai Wuhen couldn't be happier. This kind of bad luck value growth rate has never been seen before.

The Blood Cloud Spiritual Realm is so large that it is impossible for a monk in the Mahayana period to travel to all corners, but with the speed of a warship, it is not difficult to fly to all areas.

However, in the past few decades, even those wild lands have been visited by Lai Wuhen.

This amount of time is nothing to Mahayana monks.

Just when they were about to return to True Dragon Spirit City, a huge passage appeared in the space above, from which a huge white light descended, covering the entire warship inside.

The warship trembled for a while, and was pulled by the white light and flew towards the huge passage.

"No, everyone is ready to fight." Long Manli gave an order.

All the monks in the Mahayana period have already activated the mysterious things in their hands.

A huge flash of light shot towards the huge passage, the white light disappeared instantly, the warship lost its pulling power, and the hull flashed, then disappeared from the spot.

The huge passage returned to its original state, as if it had never appeared before.

A fairyland that is not far away from the Blood Cloud Spiritual Realm.

An unknown island.

There is a huge altar in the center of the island, which has been destroyed beyond recognition.

Among the piles of ruins, stood a long-robed man with silver hair and an ugly expression on his face.

"It's interesting, in that kind of resource-poor spiritual realm, there are still people who can control the fairy weapon, and interrupted my summoning."

The silver-haired man muttered to himself, then the corners of his mouth curled up, and the light flashed on his body, before disappearing from where he was.

After finally returning to the True Dragon Spirit City, Lai Wuhen and the others felt a little relieved.

In the following decades, Long Manli did not dare to control the warship again.

There is always a bad premonition in Lai Wuhen's heart, and this premonition has puzzled him for decades.

Until one night, a silver-haired man appeared in front of him. Before he could react, the silver-haired man pinned down his head.

Lai Wuhen's eyes turned dark, and he lost consciousness.

"Interesting, there are still seven clones, but it's a pity that they are not worth mentioning in front of me." The silver-haired man muttered to himself.

Knowing that one of his clones was killed, Lai Wuhen was just thinking about how to escape when a silver-haired man appeared in front of the seven clones at the same time.

Before he had time to react, he was obliterated by the silver-haired man.

All dreams and pursuits have come to naught at this moment.

As for the fate of other people, it is not something that Lai Wuhen, who is already dead, can interfere with.

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