At the end of the battle, half of the demons died under the bombardment of the floating boat, and the other half died under the attack of Ye Wentian and Dugu Jian.

Ye Wentian sat down weakly and beckoned to the air.

Nangong Yu immediately understood, and the commander's float began to descend in altitude.

Everyone was still immersed in the excitement of killing demons, after all, humans and demons were mortal enemies.

"I've killed a lot, I've won, take off my pants!" the Five-Ring Spirit Monarch jumped up laughing, pointing at the Spirit Sect who had bet with him and laughing.

"How do you know how many you killed, have you counted it?" Lingzong did not admit to death.

"Do you dare to play tricks, then I'm going to use it!" Lingjun didn't let go of an inch, clenching his fists and forcing over.

The rest of the people were happily waiting to watch the play, and no one planned to help, Lingzong gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Take it off, I'm afraid of you!" After speaking, he pulled his belt and pants and fell off.

Everyone laughed, but they forgot that there was a woman on the deck, and it was the powerful Silver Dragon Goddess of War!

Monica glanced at the bare-bottomed Spirit Sect with a cold look, and pressed her hand on the hilt of the sword. Feeling Monica's murderous aura, Lingzong was so frightened that he was in a cold sweat, and he hid behind the warehouse with his pants up.

The floating boat landed quickly and stopped beside Ye Wentian, and Nangong Yu took the lead in getting off the boat to greet him.

"I'm very weak now, it's a good opportunity to kill me!" Ye Wentian sat on the ground and said very casually.

Nangong Yu stood aside respectfully: "Lord...... Boss, don't test me, if it weren't for you, I would never be able to get out of here alive with my strength. ”

Ye Wentian pursed his mouth noncommittally, pointed at Dugu Jian, who had fainted on the ground, and ordered: "Xiao Jianjian will be your colleague in the future, you carry him to the boat, and give him this when he wakes up, so that he can recover from his injuries quickly." After speaking, he handed a Huangtian Houtu Pill to Nangong Yu.

Nangong Yu naturally had no objections, and ordered everyone to carry Dugu Jian to the boat to take care of it.

"There are no more demons here, park the float boat here and wait for me to come back!" Ye Wentian commanded Nangong Yu again, and turned his head to look at Monica.

"Look at what!" Monica turned her head proudly.

"Wasn't I powerful just now?" asked Ye Wentian with a grin.

Monica snorted: "Trash, something that I can solve with a sword, I have to make it so troublesome!"

Everyone sweats, the fusion of the divine martial spirit and the martial spirit is scolded for rubbish, then people all over the world can commit suicide.

"Monica, how is the strength of your spiritual sense?" Ye Wentian patted his ass and stood up.

Monica snorted, "A hundred times stronger than you! And our silver dragon's spiritual attribute is the strongest among the dragon clan!"

"I used to control the shells for you to control the compression, can you guarantee to control how many shells at the same time?" Ye Wentian's tone became stern.

"A hundred or so is not a problem!" Monica's chin was raised, looking very proud, the strength of the silver dragon's spiritual sense was indeed excellent, even better than the golden dragon, but it was not a boast at all.

Ye Wentian nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, a hundred or so are enough! You come with me!" After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the erupting volcano in the distance.

"There's a gold nugget stuck in the armor, it's too heavy for me to walk!" Monica began to play with Laipi, and she felt a sense of satisfaction in being able to find fault with Ip Mantian.

"Haven't taken it out yet?" Ye Wentian turned his head and showed an ambiguous smile.

Monica was furious, how could she take off her armor in front of so many men?

Ye Wentian stretched out his golden hand and made a gentle move: "Then I'll help you." ”

With Ye Wentian's movements, the gold nuggets stuck in Monica's silver-scaled breastplate suddenly melted, turning into a liquid state again, and squeezing out of the deep white ravine.

Two red clouds floated on Monica's pretty face, and she clasped her hands to her chest in shame and anger: "Dead rascal!"

In the hearty laughter, Ye Wentian strode forward, Monica chased after him angrily, and went far away in a moment.

Nangong Yu temporarily stopped the floating boat, but everyone did not dare to relax their vigilance, observing the surroundings at any time, looking for possible traces of demons.

This was a whole day, during which Dugu Jian woke up, his spiritual power was exhausted and he was seriously injured, which can be described as the extreme of a wolf. Due to the contrast between the glory of the sect and the current downfall, the guide Dugu Jian has a very strong personality and arrogance, and this failure almost shattered his self-esteem, and after waking up, he stood silently alone, ignoring no one's words, and even the elixir handed over by Nangong Yu was blocked by him.

"I'd rather die than eat the food that comes from me!" Dugu Jian swept away the elixir with his sleeves, and left this sentence.

Nangong Yu picked up the elixir and didn't say anything, but everyone looked at him unpleasantly, and deliberately put the discussion and ridicule very loudly.

This active volcano is rich in abyssal fire, in which Ip Man can not only absorb the flames to restore spiritual power, but also directly take fire and compress it to make cannonballs, minimizing consumption and maximizing efficiency.

The only hard work is compression, but fortunately, it is assisted by the powerful silver dragon goddess of war. Every time Ip Mantian makes a cannonball, he will give it to Monica for safekeeping, and Monica's task is to suppress the fireball in the cannonball with her powerful spiritual sense so that it does not explode in advance.

A day later, Ye Wentian and Monica's figures reappeared in the background of volcanic magma, the two boarded the floating boat, and Nangong Yu immediately commanded to float, but he found that the expressions of the two were almost the same at this time, their faces were very pale, and the corners of their foreheads were bulging.

"How many cannonballs did you make?" Nangong Yu couldn't help but ask in a whispered curiosity, which made Monica show such a struggling expression, the number must be not small.

Ye Wentian had been rubbing his temples, and when he heard this, he stretched out three fingers.

"Thirty pieces, it seems that it is very difficult to make zuò! It doesn't matter, there are already a lot!" Nangong Yu said this, but he was still a little disappointed in his heart, after all, Monica said that she could control more than 100 pieces, is it bragging?

"What thirty, don't you look down on the dignified Silver Dragon Female God of War?" Ye Wentian glared fiercely, and made three hundred in one go, he only felt that his spiritual sense was exhausted, and his head was almost cracking.

"Three hundred?" Nangong Yu exclaimed, and everyone also exclaimed, joking, four of these cannonballs will seriously injure the abyss demon, three hundred, this is to completely plow the fortress where the sun never sets!

The Dugu Sword, which was always facing away from Ye Wentian, also trembled, the power of this kind of cannonball he had seen with his own eyes, three hundred, it is estimated that the Abyss Lord would not be able to bear it.

Monica held three hundred cannonballs, beads of sweat on her forehead, slashing down her face across her swan-like neck, then over the bulging collarbone and the plateau on her chest, and finally sinking into the abyss.

"Bastard, bastard, I can't spare you!" Monica looked very struggling, trembling as she spoke, and the feeling of gritting her teeth almost made Ip Man eat alive.

The five-body body that everyone admires can toss the dignified silver dragon princess like this, this new boss is really awesome!