Become a Fairy

"Bastard, what on earth does that junior from Mochizuki Immortal Realm want to do?" Among the Nascent Soul Patriarchs of the Zhanyue League at this time, some of the ones who had suffered the most were furious.

Some other people were also sitting there with livid faces. With so many old monsters, there was nothing they could do with a Jindan junior. They were literally slapping their old faces.

Among these people, any one going out is enough to easily clean up Lu Xiaotian's five warships. Before the opponent even had time to fire, they were able to fly to the warship and carry out a one-sided massacre.

Compared with the powerful defensive formation of Jindan cultivator, it is nothing in front of Yuanying Patriarch.

What annoyed these people even more was that the sect masters, palace masters, sect masters, and so on of the sects below were all asking for help from them, the Nascent Soul Patriarchs.

After all, although the monks below Jindan were the ones who went directly to the battlefield, it was the Yuanying Patriarch who really made up his mind. However, under the current situation, they, the Yuanying Patriarch, had no good way to save the situation. For the time being, there is no adequate strategy to deal with this crisis.

Soon, these Nascent Soul patriarchs got confused in the refining field, and when a large number of captives were snatched onto the warship, they finally figured out Lu Xiaotian's intentions. The other party actually came to rescue the prisoners. At this time, everyone was slightly relieved.

"To be honest, apart from the loss of some ships and captives transporting the spirit ores, the other losses are not too great. Those with higher refining levels are protected by caves, and those spirit ores fall into the cave. The ground is just a little troublesome to put away again." Xie Zun Tiancan said with a frown. "The key now is to dispatch enough warships as soon as possible to destroy these warships."

"You said, could it be that after the other party snatched the warship, they didn't have enough manpower?" Wei Beiyuan of Xingyue Demon Sect said suddenly, "Originally, his two flying warships were taken from Xingyue Demon Sect, and they were bombed and sunk. If they had enough manpower at that time, why should they do so, you must know that the warships in Tianchi Valley were not in wartime, and there were not many people stationed there."

"The three warships of the Yinming Demon Sect and the Yellow Wind Sect that were later taken away by the opponent were completely coincidental. How many people would the opponent need to completely control these five warships? It is ridiculous to seize so many warships."

"Yes, the battle situation between the two sides is so tense now. Mochizuki Immortal Realm is now fighting bloody battles on the front line. It is certain to suffer. If the opponent's five warships are intact, they will definitely rush to the battlefield as soon as possible. Why bother to grab prisoners? Do this Minutiae."

At this time, Jin Chanjiao's old monster who was dismissing soldiers turned around and slapped his forehead to wake up.

"What's the use of talking about it now, the other side is already full-fledged, damn it." Heavenly Silkworm Xie Zun and the group all looked embarrassed. If the actual number of warships that the opponent can use is limited, they can quickly mobilize the few warships on the front line to achieve annihilation. The purpose of this fleet.

It's too late to regret now, these five warships have really become a climate.

As expected by these Nascent Soul monsters, the losses in these places for refining and cultivating magic weapons and spiritual weapons are indeed not big.

Even those low-level refiners and some low-level monks who were stationed, except for the unlucky ones who were crushed to death by those spirit ores when the spirit ship was destroyed, the scene just looked like a mess, and there was no big problem. loss.

It's just that Lu Xiaotian didn't think about bringing much loss to Deng Fang. At this time, Lu Xiaotian's purpose was to protect himself, strengthen his own strength, and leave this dangerous place as much as possible.

Under the threat of the two flying warships, three almost empty warships landed in turn to pick up the miners on board. Lu Xiaotian remained on the ground, and then lifted off with the last warship.

Many moon-watching monks who became mine slaves thought that they would have no future in this life, and they would not be able to escape the end of being exhausted. After all, they were not ignorant of the war, and the monks of the War Moon League had already fought Tianjian Mountain, Moon City, Xuanye City and hundreds of immortal cities fell.

Under such circumstances, what hope could Mochizuki's world of cultivating immortals have? But in these porters, the coolies were completely desperate, lingering like walking corpses, there were four big ones and one small one in the sky, and five warships rushed towards them. For nothing else, the warships came down one by one, obviously only to meet the captives.

Only if some important person's disciples were captured, Mochizuki's Immortal Cultivation World would make such a big battle, willing to take such a risk. Opportunities are at hand, the captives can't control the big and small, even without Lu Xiaotian shouting, those captives who have suffered enough swarmed towards the warship.

The few warships are considered overcrowded. Of course, just carrying some rescued prisoners will not affect the speed of the flying warship and flying kite warship.

There were captives from various factions. Lu Xiaotian had arranged a few foundation-building monks from Lingxiao Palace on each warship in advance to command these captives. Part of the mana is not unsealed, and it is a bit difficult to control these spirit cannons, but it can't hold up to a large number of people, and there are enough people in one round of rotation.

"You, you are Brother Lu?" Among the captives, a middle-aged man with a dark face and a simple face, his face was so thin that he looked like a skinny man, looking at Lu Xiaotian, he suddenly trembled.

"You are?" The other party's appearance changed so much that Lu Xiaotian couldn't recognize who it was for a while.

"Senior Brother Lu, it's you, and I'm Peng Dayong." Peng Dayong burst into tears. Although his aptitude is mediocre, he had a good chance. More than 60 years ago, he was chased to a dangerous place by the enemy cultivator. Breaking through to the late stage of foundation establishment, I originally thought about accumulating military exploits, and one day I would be lucky enough to get the golden elixir and achieve the golden elixir road.

But he never thought that his dream of the Golden Core Dao had only been dreamed for two days, and he was besieged by a few monks from Qianjimen. This has been done for sixty years. He was arrested together with Peng Dayong, and many of those who were arrested later were exhausted or beaten to death.

Having lost his freedom for a period of six years, Peng Dayong was already in despair. He was like a walking corpse, but he did not expect that today, the Heavenly Soldier was unexpectedly rescued, and the leader of the team was still in Wangyue City with him. Pay homage to Lu Xiaotian who entered Lingxiao Palace.

Later, Lu Xiaotian became a man of the day in Lingxiao Palace, but when he was in the limelight and overwhelmed the foundation-builder cultivators of the Zhanyue League, he disappeared mysteriously. He never thought that he would reappear now. And also saved him.

"Peng Dayong, it's you." Lu Xiaotian was shocked for a moment, stretched out his fingers and ejected a ray of magic power into Peng Dayong's body, breaking his restraint.