Zhang Fan stood aside and silently looked at the departing man in front of him. He thought, maybe this man didn't volunteer to cultivate the truth!

The cry rose and fell, and the moonlit night was silent. The dream of the terran race is sad and empty.

The silent night, the speeding light boat, and the crescent moon in the sky shine on the Gobi. The light boat glided at a height of more than ten feet above the ground and flew to the next red dot.

It was only the departure of his companions that caused the hearts of everyone to be heavy. Finally, in silence, Ye Wuming released a fireball, turning the remains of his companions into ashes, and then took out a clay jar, put the ashes in, and then put them in the storage space. Maybe bringing the ashes back will make your own heart feel better, and other people's hearts will feel better.

There was silence, and the ship of nearly twenty people was all silent. Before entering this place, they were mentally prepared, ready to fight with the Sea Clan, ready to fight with the relic creatures, but the real encounter with the death of their companions still made their hearts heavy.

When the light of dawn comes again, a new day is coming.

Zhang Fan and Ye Mingwu stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the direction of the sun. The nearest teammate had deviated from their path and they needed to head east.

In the lonely atmosphere, Zhang Fan said: "The red dot has not moved, it is likely that something has happened, if you are still fighting and withstand the attack for a few hours..."

Ye Wuming said: "Look down on life and death, we are not here to play, this is war, there must be life and death, I have already put life and death aside when I came here, as long as I can win this gamble and give my human race a few decades of time to cultivate, there will definitely be more capable juniors emerge, this is enough." ”

The two were silent for a while, and Ye Wuming suddenly said again: "How many more people can you come up from this light boat?" ”

Zhang Fan sighed and said, "At this stage, it is almost the limit, unless it is refined." It's just that this magic weapon was originally something that the sect asked me to wait for the disciples in the sect to hurry, so the refining was not very exquisite. By the way, your sect sent you to this mission, and didn't assign you anything to hurry? ”

Ye Mingwu also sighed and said: "In the past, there was no shortage of things to hurry in the sect, but in the past few years, there has been a lot of consumption, so that we came from the sect to Wanghaiguan because the imperial sword flew over. ”

Zhang Fan also sighed again and said: "This is difficult, I know the method of sacrificing and refining this light boat, and I can re-refine it, and the upper limit of the capacity can be about fifty people." It's just that there are fewer materials, and the refining time is afraid that it will take a day or two. ”

Ye Mingwu looked at the approaching distant mountain in front of him and said: "After meeting with the clansmen in front, I will make up the materials for you, if it is enough, you will first sacrifice the light boat, I am afraid that in the team that entered the ruins this time, only you have a magic weapon that can fly." With this flying magic weapon, we can have a stable rear for treating the wounded, and we can even do sports battles with the Sea Clan. ”

"Okay, when you receive this group of clansmen, see the situation, and if you have enough materials, you will sacrifice the light boat." Zhang Fan listened to Ye Mingwu's words. He had to agree, although this would hinder the time to join up with the other clansmen, but in the case that the light boat had become a strategic resource, there was a chance to sacrifice the light boat, so he needed to try his best.

After flying for a moment, the mountains and forests were already in sight, Zhang Fan turned his head and said to the people in the rear: "Get ready for battle." ”

At this time, dozens of large birds suddenly flew up from the jungle below, rushing towards the light boat, seeing that there were birds flying, Zhang Fan was busy looking at these birds, feeling the spiritual pressure of these birds, and after careful inspection, he found that these were just birds with a little spiritual power, so he was relieved, and said to the rear: "There is a row on each side of the light boat, each of them controls one side, Qin Feng pays attention to the stern." ”

Everyone replied in unison, separating the sides of the ship, Zhang Fan looked at Ye Wuming and said, "Senior Brother Ye, I will operate the light boat, and the matter of opening the road ahead will depend on you." ”

Ye Wuming nodded his head and said, "Don't worry." After speaking, he took a few steps forward and stood on the bow of the boat, looking ahead, white frost appeared on his hands, obviously the ice spell was ready.

Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, pinched the trick, took over the control of the light boat, and then injected a spiritual power into the light boat, the light boat shook slightly, forming a layer of defensive light curtain outside the light boat, Zhang Fan was just another trick The light boat accelerated and flew forward.

At this moment, dozens of birds in front of him had already flown in front of the light boat, and these birds flew close to the light boat, and immediately thundered, Zhang Fan hurriedly injected a spiritual power into the light boat again to increase defense.

At this time, Ye Wuming also made a move, only to see him with one hand, two ice picks came out of his hands, and shot towards a few birds blocking the bow of the boat in front of him. As the ice pick approached a few birds, the ice pick suddenly exploded, crashing towards the flock of birds, and then freezing most of the birds to the ground. After this blow, the remaining few birds were not enough, and they were killed by the monks on both sides of the ship using spells and spells in the flight, and they fell to the ground with a rain of blood, startling more birds, but they did not attack the light boat again, but flew away into the distance. Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few more moments, just as they were about to reach the top of the red dot, a fireball suddenly flew out from behind a rock at the top of the mountain below.

Zhang Fan was startled, hurriedly hovered the light boat, and looked down. I saw that at the top of the mountain not far ahead, there was a layer of slightly flickering light curtain, the light curtain was extremely dim, and it was not clear if you didn't look closely, and there was a possibility of breaking at any time, and you could vaguely see a few figures meditating cross-legged in the light curtain. Around this light curtain, there are three-foot-sized spiders that are the same color as the rocks on the ground, gnawing around the light curtain, flapping with their claws.

Zhang Fan looked at Ye Wuming, Ye Wuming seemed to feel Zhang Fan's gaze, and said softly: "Pay attention to the response, let everyone squeeze first and pick up everyone." After speaking, he jumped down from the light boat, and in the air, he had already pulled out the long knife behind his back, and slashed downward, cutting out a two-zhang long knife light, sweeping away the spider in the pre-land.

When Ye Wuming landed, the flickering shield in front of him suddenly shattered, revealing more than a dozen figures, and only two people could stand to resist the spider, and the others were all cross-legged on the ground, looking at Ye Wuming in front of them.

Ye Wuming asked anxiously: "What is the situation, it may fly up." ”

A fat man meditating cross-legged said: "We have all been poisoned by spiders and can't move, Senior Brother Wu, be careful not to get entangled in spider silk." ”

Hearing this, Ye Wuming pinched the flame on the body of the knife, and then waved the blade of the knife, forming a ring of fire outside everyone, temporarily separating the spider. Then Ye Wuming stuck the knife in front of him, raised his breath and said, "Zhang Fan picks up people." Then he grabbed one person's arms with both hands, wrestled with both arms, and threw the two people to the light boat, and then grabbed the two people and threw them to the light boat again, five times in a row, and threw everyone up, before they floated to the light boat, and before leaving, they also pinched the trick and put an ice pick.

And Zhang Fan saw Ye Wuming throw everyone below up, and knew that there was no other way at this time, so he had to infuse a spiritual energy into the light boat again, and enlarge the light boat to the limit, so he pinched the trick again and again, and used the traction technique to drag everyone to the middle of the light boat, and when Ye Wuming also got on the light boat, Zhang Fan pinched the trick, and the light boat slowly drifted into the distance, but the speed at this time was not as good as fifty percent just now, and he couldn't be fast if he wanted to.

At this time, some of the people on the light boat had already taken out the antidote pill and began to try to detoxify everyone.

It's just that there are many times when the antidote is not a panacea, especially if the poisoning has been going on for a long time. When the antidote was given to the last middle-aged man, the man shook his head with difficulty, black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and then said in a deep voice: "It's too late, I've been poisoned for too long, and there is no help, save some resources for the clansmen." ”

"Senior brother, try it, maybe it's okay... The woman holding the medicine handed the medicine to the middle-aged man again, and by the way, she held the other person's wrist with one hand, put it on his pulse, and felt the beating of his pulse.

The woman felt the lower pulse, and immediately knew that the man in front of her was really helpless, and couldn't help but show sadness, the man reached out and patted the five fingers on top of his pulse, and pushed it away. Looking at the people who looked at him on the light boat: "Take care, I lost my words and can't accompany you to the end." ”

Speaking of this, he smiled before continuing: "I, Liu Neng, entered the Thunder Fire Sect at the age of eighteen, cultivated for forty years, fought for forty years, and now I can finally rest, don't be sad, you still have your way to go, and if I have a spirit, I will also watch you underground." You must not let my people down, if there is an afterlife, I will continue to fight side by side with you..."After speaking, he smiled again, and gradually fell silent.

When Zhang Fan finally docked the light boat on the top of the mountain on the edge of the jungle, the laughter had disappeared for a long time, and no one could say anything, when Xiuzhen was not for immortality, but a profession, just like a soldier, when he fought for the race all day long, what was the point of Xiuzhen.

When death can be a reason to rest after cultivating, then why do you still need to cultivate truth? Zhang Fan looked at the people in front of him, there are so many people here who are cultivators, are they all fools. And in the square of Wanghaiguan, he saw more than five hundred fools, there were more than two thousand fools in the square in front of the palace of the Mochizuki Sect, and there were even more fools in other sects, and now he seemed to be one of them.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan suddenly wanted to laugh, so he laughed, and the laughter gradually became louder, and in the laughter, Zhang Fan suddenly saluted Liu Neng: "I wish Senior Brother Liu a good rest in the end, I wish Senior Brother Liu a good rest in the end." The shouting gradually became louder, the shouting gradually became more and more, and the surrounding brothers and sisters gradually joined in. It's just that the more the words are shouted, the more desolate they become, the more they shout, the more tragic they become, and finally there is a cry, and Liu Neng's death carries the sadness of Xiuzhen.

They are like a group of crazy people, more like a group of fools, for Liu Nengqing, but also for themselves. When cultivation becomes a profession, they are the first line of defense of the human race, they lose the right to grieve, and only strength remains.