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Above the sky, the dim silver snake that stood still in mid-air flickered like a firefly in the middle of the night. Books.com ( . V o Dt . c o M）

The vast majority of the monks present failed to notice this.

Only Zhang Xiong found out, his face changed instantly, and then he screamed without an image: "Everyone hurry up! The catastrophe is not over yet?"

"What?"

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

Situ Bo himself was also stunned, an extremely bad feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, and the next moment, he found that the silver snake flickering in the air suddenly burst out with an incomparably bright light, which was even better than when it first landed.

"What the hell is going on?"

Situ Bo was completely dumbfounded, and subconsciously wanted to mobilize his magic weapon for defense, and the same was true for others.

However, when they searched their storage bag with their psionic senses, they discovered a fatal problem.

That's ...... They don't have any magic weapons to use anymore.

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

For a while, a trace of sadness and despair arose in everyone's hearts.

What are you kidding, at the moment, this tribulation thunder seems to have burst out of its strongest combat power, and in this situation, use your body to resist? What is the difference between this and looking for death?

Situ Bo's heart was full of bitterness, and he muttered in distraction: "Why, why did it become like this." ”

Situ Bo was unwilling.

It's as if after walking in hell for thousands of years, I finally saw a glimmer of light, but in the end, this dawn is just a mirror, and everything is fake.

"This is the return of the thunderstorm, as long as we resist this blow, then this tribulation will really be successful. ”

Zhang Xiong took a deep breath, his expression was full of solemnity, and there was a hint of ...... Struggle.

"Resist, Brother Zhang, are you kidding? Now there are only a few of us left who still have magic weapons on our bodies, just a few of us, even if we throw out all our natal magic weapons, can we withstand the hundreds of thunderbolts that shine back this time?"

Situ Bo looked desperate: "We are doomed." ”

Seeing the rapid fall of the thunderbolt, Situ Bo closed his eyes in despair.

"Everyone, quickly move closer to me!"

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

"Huh?"

Situ Bo was stunned.

"Brother Situ, don't worry, I have a way to hold this up, everyone, if you want to survive, come over quickly. ”

Zhang Xiong said in a deep voice.

Because they were afraid that their respective thunderstorms would attack others, there was still a certain gap between everyone present and the position they occupied.

After hearing Zhang Xiong's words, many monks reacted smartly and crawled towards Zhang Xiong.

In order to save his life, it doesn't matter what kind of monk's image he is.

The ups and downs of life are wonderful.

Hearing Zhang Xiong say this, Situ Bo was overjoyed: "Brother Zhang, I knew you had a way!"

"I don't know if I can do it, anyway, let's give it a go. ”

Seeing that the people were almost coming, Zhang Xiong took a deep breath, pinched the seal, and the next moment a boat appeared above his head.

To be precise, a ship at least at the magic weapon level.

The hull of the ship was more than ten feet long, and all the monks present were enveloped in it.

"This ...... Is this that thing?"

Lu An asked subconsciously.

"That's right, it's the ship we excavated in the ruins, although this ship is in a damaged state, it was definitely a treasure that exceeded the magic weapon level before, so it depends on him whether we can bear it. ”

Zhang Xiongqiang endured the heartache and said.

This ship was found by him hundreds of years ago when he and Lu An and others were exploring a ruin.

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 had never heard of the material used to forge this ship-shaped magic weapon, and both its strength and the degree of compatibility with the vitality between heaven and earth far surpassed all other magic weapons.

A lot of the materials of the magic weapon are simply garbage compared to the materials of this ship.

And under decades of warm recuperation, Zhang Xiong even discovered that there was still a machine spirit in this ship.

It's just that this machine spirit is in an extremely weak state, and there is no way to call it at all, and for such a long time, Zhang Xiong can only mobilize this ship, but he can't use it.

The damage to the hull of the ship is really too serious.

Zhang Xiong didn't notice it, and Lin Feng, who was watching from the side, suddenly lit up when he saw the ship.

"This ship...... Is it at the same level as the Demon Refining Pot?"

This thought popped up in Lin Feng's mind, and just now, there was a resonance between the demon refining pot that was repairing itself and the ship.

"No, no, no. ”

This thought only lasted for a moment, and then Lin Feng shook his head and said to himself: "The Demon Refining Pot is definitely much more advanced than this ship, but why does it resonate? Although this ship looks dilapidated, it is not yet usable, but it needs to be repaired slightly. ”

Suddenly, Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

It suddenly occurred to him that if this ship was his own, then as long as he found a way to repair it, he shouldn't need to wait for a ship to go to sea for a year and a half, and the ship in front of him should be enough to cross the sea, right?

Lin Feng's mind suddenly became active.

The only trouble is that this ship currently belongs to Zhang Xiong, and Lin Feng is of course very jealous of Zhang Xiong's strength.

If it was replaced by an ordinary monk, even if it was in the late stage of the merger, Lin Feng would choose to fight and snatch it over.

I thought to myself, and a dazzling light illuminated the dark sky like day.

The thunderstorm that had been accumulating strength for a long time finally couldn't bear it anymore, and roared madly to send out its last impact.

This will be his last strength, and his strongest strength.

"Everyone, urge the vitality to be injected into this ship!"

Zhang Xiong roared.

The monks who came back to their senses did not hesitate when they arrived, and tried to inject their vitality with the strength of milk.

Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared on the hull of the ship, colliding with the falling thunder.

Rumble!

All the monks shook violently.

The seven orifices who were directly shocked by the lower cultivation were bleeding, and they were already seriously injured, so soft that they fell to the ground, some of them passed out, and some of them still had a trace of consciousness and sat down cross-legged to heal themselves.

The only ones who can still stand are the monks of the merger period.

The hull of 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 the thunderstorm was decreasing.

This means that they really hold on.

"This ship is really unusual. ”

Lin Feng touched his chin and muttered to himself, and then he seemed to sense something, and looked at the demon refining pot: "Hey, I've finally finished refining that thunderball, do you want to refine it next?"

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