"They made frequent mistakes in collecting rainwater, and the monster spiders that poured it on their bottom caused them to go berserk."

Lan Zhi was surprised by the speed of their collection, "Haven't you collected yet?"

As he was talking, he saw a female cultivator in charge of the imperial weapon panic at his feet, causing the Sheng Hai Bottle that was receiving the water column to also be crooked, and the water column that was originally injected into the Sheng Hai Bottle actually fell straight towards the head of the male cultivator who was in charge of collecting rainwater.

Fortunately, the female cultivator reacted, and immediately took the male cultivator to dodge, and the water column did not pour on the male cultivator, and fell to the ground and drenched the monster spider.

And so, another monster spider went berserk.

Lan Zhi turned his head to look at the others, and found that most of them were a little overwhelmed.

The wealthy monks of the family are well prepared, and the situation is better; Those who have no money are reluctant to spend money on pills or absorb star stones to replenish star power, and they are almost at the limit at this time.

If it continues, they may strike before the rain is collected.

Lan Zhi was thinking about how to solve it, and the female cultivator who had just made a mistake complained loudly, "How long will it take to collect? I don't have any star power, and if I continue to collect it, I'll be exhausted to death before the monster spider goes berserk."

She glanced at Lan Zhi and said sourly, "Unlike some people...... one sits quietly and sleeps the other, as if they are on an outing.

It's just that before she could say anything, she met Lan Zhi's gaze from afar.

Her heart froze suddenly, remembering the scene when she dealt with Hou Li, and swallowed her words back.

Lan Zhi's strength, she had already seen it just now.

Although Xingzhi was only responsible for giving Lan Zhi the imperial weapon the whole time, as long as he had paid attention to the two of them, he knew that the scroll under their butts had been lying quietly in mid-air, and it had not shaken a single point from beginning to end.

This kind of weapon may seem like the simplest, but it is actually much more difficult than keeping flying the whole time.

And the longer it takes, the harder it gets.

It's like standing in one position for a long time, which is far more difficult and painful than walking.

She didn't know if there were any other monks present who could do it, at least she and everyone around her, no matter how high or low their cultivation was, no one could do it.

Therefore, no matter how unhappy she was in her heart, she didn't dare to look at Lan Zhifa, so she could only shout at Hao, "Hey, what else is going on? Say something!"

Now, Hao Gao has also discovered that collecting rainwater is much more difficult than he thought.

To collect rainwater, it is not only necessary to use star power to close the rainwater into a water column, and then control the water column to be injected into the Shenghai bottle, but also to urge the Shenghai bottle to receive it.

Not to mention, they also had to cooperate with the monk in charge of the imperial weapon, otherwise either the rainwater collection would not be successful or they would fall off the imperial weapon.

In short, this matter not only consumes star power but also consumes divine sense, even if the two can be interchanged, the efficiency is still very low.

At present, everyone's star power and divine consciousness have been consumed, and it is estimated that it will not have much effect if it continues, and if it breaks out, the fragile alliance may fall apart.

Hao Gao couldn't think of any other way, and he was afraid of Lan Zhi's strength, so he simply pushed the matter back to Lan Zhi, and flew to Lan Zhi with great humility to ask for instructions: "What should we do next?"

Lan Zhi looked at the time: "Rest for two quarters of an hour."

Hao Gao hesitated: "Isn't the time a little short?"

Lan Zhi looked up and pointed to the sky, "If it drags on any longer, it will be dark."

In this unconventional world, who knows what will happen after dark?