Chapter 2369

Above the sky, the dull Silver Snake stagnating in the middle of the sky flickered gently like a firefly in the middle of the night.

Most of the monks present failed to notice this.

Only Zhang Xiong found it, his face changed suddenly, and then screamed without image: "everyone get up quickly! "The robbery is not over yet?"

"What?"

Hearing Zhang Xiong's words, all the Weihai gang were stunned.

Situ Bo himself was also stunned. An extremely bad feeling rose from the bottom of his heart. The next moment, he found that the silver snake flashing in the air suddenly burst into a brilliant light, which was better than when it first landed.

"What the hell is going on?"

Situ Bo was completely stupid. He subconsciously wanted to mobilize his magic weapon for defense, and so did others.

However, when they searched their storage bags with spiritual awareness, they found a fatal problem.

That is... They have no magic weapon to use.

In other words, this sudden situation, they can only rely on their own flesh to resist.

For a time, everyone's heart gave birth to a trace of sadness and despair.

Are you kidding? It seems that this mine robbery has erupted its strongest combat effectiveness. In this case, use the flesh to resist it? What's the difference between this and dying?

Situ Bo's heart was full of bitterness. His eyes were distracted and murmured, "why, why did it become like this?"

Situ Bo was unwilling.

It's like walking through hell for thousands of years and finally seeing a glimmer of dawn. In the end, the dawn is just a mirror, all false.

"This is a reflection of the robbery. As long as we resist this attack, the robbery will really succeed."

Zhang Xiong took a deep breath and looked dignified and struggling.

"Resist? Brother Zhang, are you kidding? Now only a few of us are left with magic weapons. Even if we throw out all our own magic weapons, we can carry hundreds of lightning that shine back? "

Situ Bo looked desperate: "we are dead."

Seeing the rapid whereabouts of Jielei, situ Bo closed his eyes in despair.

"Everybody, get close to me quickly!"

At this moment, Zhang Xiong suddenly made up his mind and roared with luck.

"Huh?"

Situ Bo was stunned.

"Brother situ, don't worry. I have a way to hold on. Everyone, come quickly if you want to live."

Zhang Xiong said in a deep voice.

Because they are afraid that their respective mines will attack others, there is still a certain gap between everyone present and their positions.

After hearing Zhang Xiong's words, many monks reacted smartly and rushed to Zhang Xiong.

In order to protect his life, the image of any friar is not important.

The ups and downs of life are wonderful.

When Zhang Xiong said this, situ Bo was overjoyed: "brother Zhang, I knew you had a way!"

"I don't know if I can do it. In short, have a try."

Seeing that people were coming, Zhang Xiong took a deep breath and pinched the Yin Jue. The next moment, a ship appeared on his head.

To be exact, it is a ship at least at the magic level.

The ship was more than ten feet long and shrouded all the monks present.

"This... This is that thing?"

Lu'an asked subconsciously.

"Yes, it's the ship we dug out in the ruins. Although the ship is damaged, it was definitely a treasure beyond the magic weapon level before. Therefore, whether we can carry it depends on him."

Zhang XiongQiang said with heartache.

The ship was found by him and Lu'an when they were exploring a relic hundreds of years ago.

At first he thought it was just an ordinary magic weapon level.

But after some research, Zhang Xiong found that his judgment was seriously wrong.

He has never heard of the materials used to forge this ship type magic weapon. Both the strength and the fit with the vitality between heaven and earth are far more than all other magic weapons.

The materials of many magic weapons are rubbish when compared with the materials of this ship.

Moreover, after decades of warm cultivation, Zhang Xiong even found that there was an instrument spirit in the ship.

However, the spirit was in an extremely weak state and could not call it at all. For such a long time, Zhang Xiong could only mobilize the ship, but could not use it.

The damage to the hull was too serious.

Zhang Xiong didn't notice. Lin Feng, who was watching from a distance, suddenly brightened his eyes when he saw the ship.

"This ship... Is the same level as the demon smelting pot?"

Lin Feng had this idea in his mind. Just now, the demon refining pot in self repair resonated with the ship.

"No, No."

The idea lasted only for a moment. Lin Feng shook his head and said to himself, "the demon refining pot is definitely much higher than this ship, but what will resonate? Although the ship looks broken, it's not unusable yet. It just needs a little repair. "

Suddenly, Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

He suddenly thought that if the ship was his own, as long as he found a way to repair it, he should not need to wait for a ship to go to sea for a year and a half. Should it be enough to cross the sea just by relying on the ship in front of him?

Lin Feng's mind suddenly became active.

The only trouble is that the ship belongs to Zhang Xiong. Of course, Lin Feng is very afraid of Zhang Xiong's strength.

If he was replaced by an ordinary monk, even in the later stage of the combination, Lin Feng would choose to fight and grab it.

Thinking in my heart, a dazzling light will illuminate the dark sky, just like day.

After accumulating strength for a long time, the thunder finally couldn't bear it and roared wildly to make his last impact.

This will be his last strength and his strongest strength.

"Everyone, hurry up and inject energy into this ship!"

Zhang Xiong roared.

The monks who came back to God did not hesitate and tried their best to input vitality.

Suddenly, a bright white light appeared on the ship and collided with the falling lightning.

Boom!

All the monks were shocked.

The directly shocked seven orifices with lower cultivation have bled. They have been seriously injured and are soft to the ground. Some have fainted, and some have strongly supported a trace of consciousness and sat down cross legged to heal themselves.

There are only fit monks who can stand.

The ship shook violently, and situ Bo's face turned red, but there was a touch of excitement in his eyes.

He could feel that the power of robbing thunder was decreasing.

That means they really hold on.

"This ship is really unusual."

Lin Feng touched his chin and muttered to himself. Soon he seemed to feel something and looked at the demon refining pot: "eh, it's the end of refining the thunder ball. Do you want to refine it next?"