Lin Zhan flew around the Burial Sword and did not find Hu Xinlie's body, but judging from the tragic situation at the scene and the traces left by the spiritual power explosion, it is very likely that he had been shattered in the explosion and his consciousness was annihilated. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The demon clan is not only a vulture giant bird, according to the confession of the little demon captive before, the leader of this wave of demon clans is the snow leopard king, and his strength is equivalent to the middle grade of the human race, so only a sudden heart can compete with it.

It is only by a mid-grade powerhouse like them that they can self-detonate and cause such a degree of destructive power, so that even such a solid Xingchen Rock Boat body as the Yellow Rank Flying Boat can be partially destroyed.

After carefully inspecting the situation in various parts of the Burial Sword and not finding any living or suspicious existence, Lin Zhan beckoned the Flame to come closer.

In the face of such a tragic situation, the more than 20 people on the Flame also looked solemn, and they suddenly felt sad about the death of rabbits and foxes.

Before the separation, there were more than 100 fresh lives on this burial sword, but now they are dead and dead, reduced to a foreign land, and the yellow-rank monks among them are all from the Five Peaks of Flames, and some of them were good brothers before.

"Work hard, what are you stunned!" roared the wolffangs.

So everyone took action and collected the corpse fragments and objects scattered everywhere, of course, the demon clan's and their Wufeng brothers had to be separated.

More than a hundred people, and the corpses of dozens of big demons, were scattered on the body of the Burial Sword, as well as their own magic weapons and weapons.

Lin Zhan put away the logo on the Burial Sword and the seal of the captain of the boat first, which was to be handed over to the Wangcheng base.

The bodies of the two parties were also placed in two storage spaces, which also had to be handed in.

For a large amount of other supplies, Lin Zhan also quickly made a distribution.

In the process of performing tasks in the gray space of Cloud Hell, the distribution of materials has always been the most important job of the captain or commander, and how to distribute them and what to distribute them have different impacts.

Wolf Tooth and Night Moon, the next thing is to prepare to break through to the Xuan-level realm, so let them pick two Xuan-level magic weapons each, and the rest of the cultivation resources are a few.

The two of them are the pillars of the Flame's strength, and they must not be disadvantaged by the battle peak.

And the remaining Yellow Order disciples, such as Ye Xiaoyao, and Xiaoxiang, Lin Zhan let them take what they needed according to their realm level.

Finally, it was those miscellaneous disciples who had obtained a part of the cultivation resources.

Such a distribution does not waste resources, destroys natural things, and puts an end to all kinds of unfair opinions.

When everyone had finished taking their things, Lin Zhan put away the remaining magic weapons and supplies.

This is reserved for the days to come, as a reward for meritorious deeds, only with continuous encouragement and stimulation, everyone will make progress and have a head.

If you give enough at once, you have given too much, what motivation is there to fight and charge?

And Lin Zhan somewhat hopes that the remaining twenty or so people will become a whole, regardless of you and me.

More than 20 people have a sense of belonging to Lin Zhan, and Lin Zhan also has very sincere thoughts about them.

This kind of affection forged because of the battle is mutual.

The situation of the Burial Sword was also sent by Lin Zhan to the rest of the boats, but Lin Zhan is not a fool and will not report it according to the real situation.

Regarding Lin Zhan's approach, Ye Xiaoyao, a military advisor, also had to give a thumbs up, feeling that he was very clever in doing so.

This is not a selfish desire, but a responsibility to the two dozen or so people on the Flame.

The entire Burial Sword, along with the power crystals in the power room, as well as the formation crystals buried in the various array eyes, were transferred to the Flame, and the body of the Burial Sword was exiled here.

The Flame sailed away, looking at the remnants of the Burial Sword floating in the void of the gray world, everyone's eyes were fierce and their hearts were full of emotions......

Ten days after the Flame left, the Burial Sword, floating in the gray space, was suddenly hit violently!

This has to talk about the scum driving skills of the helmsman of the Xuan-rank stealth flying boat, not only crashing into the yellow-rank flying boat controlled by the young master of the demon clan, but also hitting the remnants of the Burial Sword that is almost immobile when it is parked here.

A burst of spatial light waves oscillated, and the huge Xuan-rank flying boat could no longer maintain its stealth state, revealing itself in the void.

A few flying rainbows came like lightning, and several monks looked around, and then there was a burst of scolding.

"Who threw the flying boat here, causing labor and management to be frightened!"

"Ma Dan, that guy Erniu is not good at piloting the flying boat, how many things have he knocked over along the way......"

"It's okay, let's go back to the flying boat, the king of the earth, the Yanjing Continent is in front, don't make more trouble. ”

Several people quickly returned to the Xuanjie Flying Boat, and the Flying Boat was a little higher, continued to move forward, and no longer entered the stealth state, it seemed that the destination was really the Earth King Rock Crystal Continent that was close at hand.

After the Xuanjie Flying Boat left for a long time, on the side of the remnants of the Burial Sword, another light wave was turbulent, the space was distorted, and a Yellow-Rank Flying Boat appeared.

Eh, that's the young master of the demon clan who gave birth to them!

"Whoa, hey, thank you to our ancestors, finally got out of the boat!" This is the familiar little demon behind Sansheng who is happily dancing.

"Smack!" he was slapped on the head by Sansheng, "Call a blue bird, be quiet, be careful to be heard by the Terrans." ”

Sansheng looked at the two of them, and after getting a positive reply, he also breathed a sigh of relief, and he was as elated as a familiar little demon, dancing with his hands: "Wow Kaka, thank you to my ancestors, my three lives and I finally got out of danger!"

The two of them were also like deflated balls, and they suddenly collapsed on the ground of the flying boat.

Just now, they had been stuck by the Xuanjie Flying Boat, and finally happened to be bounced out after colliding again, so they hid on the side of the remnants of the Burial Sword, remained invisible, and well escaped the search of those Terran monks.

Now, they can finally be said to have escaped from the danger of life and death and escaped from the clutches of the Xuanjie Flying Boat!

This small group of demon clans, led by Sansheng, began to be like a festival, some shouting and screaming, and some jumping up and down.

Everyone was suffocated, they all experienced that tense and trembling passive long journey, and they needed such relaxation so much.

"It's okay, we finally persevered!" The two demons hugged tightly, which was the joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, and it was also a reward for their hard work and keeping the flying boat invisible for a long time.

The young master of the demon clan is safe and sound, and for them, it is the greatest luck and victory.