The flood and the flames, which were incompatible, now unite to attack the entire flying ship.

The flying ship had begun to tilt and deform, making a dull creaking sound. With a crisp sound, cracks appeared on the circle, which instantly turned into fragments.

"The circle is broken. ”

"Run!"

A blue lightning bolt burst out of Yu Xiao's body, caught in the coercion, and spread out like a shockwave.

The ship's mast and the top cabin were shattered into powder.

The monks who wanted to take advantage of the shattering circle to escape from the flying ship were swept away by the aftermath, and they all fell from the air like geese with broken wings.

In an instant, only these people in Jiang Miaowen's room were still alive on the flying ship.

Everyone trembled with their hands and feet, and the magic weapons shook together, wanting to stay away from Yu Xiao, but they didn't dare to step out of the door.

Jiang Miaowen looked at Yu Xiao blankly.

He sensed the demonic energy from Yu Xiao's coercion, only he saw it, and Yu Xiao's eyes turned silver-gray just now.

Yu Xiao looked at him, his eyes had returned to pitch black, he grinned at him, his figure moved, so fast that only the afterimage remained, snatched the storage bag in everyone's hands, and threw out a handful of spirit runes.

At this time, Yu Xiao's spell was already in the foundation building period, but everyone didn't even have the idea of resisting, and was directly swept away by a few water balloons, holding a magic weapon in their hands, and not a single move was used.

"You're a demon!" Jiang Miaowen roared, and the painting scroll rose into the air and flew towards Yu Xiao.

"If you want to kill, kill it, why bother with those signs?"

Yu Xiao snorted coldly, took out the unexpected sword in his hand, and sent out a defensive cover, but it did not block the painting scroll, and was wrapped in a solid knot.

She seemed to be locked up in a dark house, and the sound of "choking" was incessant, like someone constantly attacking the defensive shield with various weapons, occasionally mixed with the roar of beasts and eagles.

There was a "bang" sound, Yu Xiao's waist was in pain, the magic weapon belt had been broken, although there was still the defensive cover of the bracelet, but she had already felt a huge crushing force, as if she was in the belly of a demon beast, pressing all the internal organs together, and the bones of her whole body made a "click" sound.

Unexpectedly, the sword pierced it, like a stab on the pliable cowhide. Yu Xiao tried to emit a flowing flame, but no flames came out. The spiritual power was drained, and the divine consciousness was slowly decreasing.

With a "boom", the flying circle of the flying ship finally burst, as if it had been struck by a huge iron hammer, and the ship began to crack from the middle, and the wind poured in, pulling the two sections of the hull.

Broken planks and all sorts of things fell from the sky.

Jiang Miaowen staggered two steps as the boat swayed, his eyes were red, and he looked at Yu Xiao who was wrapped in a scroll with grief, regretting that he hadn't seen it earlier, and let a boatload of monks die.

A beast roared, and a five-zhang tall giant beast appeared on the hull of another section, staring at Jiang Miaowen with eyes like bronze bells.

Dudu lay on the boat, dizzy with hunger, heard the roar, thought it was his auditory hallucination, and felt the spiritual power of Yu Xiao from the coercion, struggled to open the door, saw the flood rushing by, crashed open the other doors, but let it go.

Dudu knew that this was a moth made by Yu Xiao again, it was so hungry that it had no strength to walk, and lay on the ground, waiting for Yu Xiao to come back to help it.

When the flood passed, there was another shock wave, and all the people on board died, and the ship was about to sink.

I couldn't feel the breath of Yu Xiao, and Dudu was afraid that she would die outside, so she came out to look for her.

Dudu stared at the painting shaft cocoon in front of Jiang Miaowen, knowing that Yu Xiao was inside, and his heart was inexplicably irritable.

It glanced at Jiang Miaowen timidly, sighed sadly, took a deep breath, rushed a few steps on the deck, jumped over the crack, grabbed the cocoon and jumped off the flying ship.

The flying ship, which was already in danger, was stepped on by Dudu, and let out a last terrible whistling sound, falling like a meteor.

Jiang Miaowen jumped on the broken plank, and raised his hand to recall the painting scroll.

The painting shaft was like a sharp blade, scratching the palm of Dudu's hand. It retracted to a man's height, hugged Yu Xiao and stuck to the wreckage of the flying ship, and fell straight into the air.

Jiang Miaowen chased after him with the painting scroll.

Yu Xiao laboriously touched something out of his arms and threw it towards Jiang Miaowen.

Jiang Miaowen sensed the familiar aura, stretched out his hand to grab it, and waved the other hand, and the ink lines on the painting scroll flowed out like a waterfall, entwining Dudu and Yu Xiao.

Dudu arched like an earthworm and screamed anxiously, causing Yu Xiao to fly quickly.

Yu Xiao couldn't move, his spiritual power was gone, and his divine sense was seriously damaged. She didn't even seem to have the strength to think, and closed her eyes in the air.

Jiang Miaowen saw the thing in his hand clearly, stopped his movements in surprise, and the painting scroll slowly stopped.

When he drove the scroll again to catch up, Dudu and Yu Xiao were gone.

Entangled by his ink thread, his spiritual power was lost, and he couldn't control the weapon, Yu Xiao and Dudu were afraid that they had all fallen to the ground.

He clenched the ghost moss in his hand, and his heart was mixed.

Thousands of miles away, in the Shengping Spirit Realm, the shock wave just now alarmed an old man, and he flew to the Spirit Dao Palace.

Everything was in order in the Spirit Dao Palace, and it was not only the old man who felt the coercion of the Dao, but the others didn't care.

"It may be that a high-ranking monk of the Demon Clan sneaked over, and Yu didn't inform us," an old woman snorted dissatisfiedly, and the old tree cane in her hand slammed heavily on the ground, "Yu is also less and less interested in our Spirit Dao Palace. ”

The old man's face was worried, "That coercion seems to be mixed with a trace of demonic flames. ”

"It can't be a demon flame," a mild-mannered middle-aged monk walked in, "back then—you couldn't even believe yourself?"

The old man remembered the scene back then, closed his eyes and sighed, "After all, among the demon clans, there are still relatives who refuse to return to Shunyu. Moreover, Yan's demon bones have never been found. ”

The middle-aged monk comforted the old man and said, "I'm really not at ease, send someone to ask him." If it's a Demon Flame, he's in a hurry than we are. ”

"I hope not. The two races of humans and demons have been at peace for less than 500 years. ”

In Liangwa City, in the bustling and lively business district, on the top floor of a five-story shop, a middle-aged man who looks like a somewhat rustic rich businessman looks at the sky with his back hand.

A man with a broad shoulder and a round waist hurried in.

The merchant couldn't wait for him to speak, and asked urgently, "How is it?"

"There was a flying ship that fell in the sky surrounding the spiritual realm. ”

"Send someone to search the area, find out the cause of the fall, and find out if anyone on board survived. ”

"Yes. ”

After the man left, the merchant continued to look at the sunset in the sky, exhaled a long breath, and kept pinching the two jade beads in his hand.