"Asshole, what on earth does that junior from Wangyue Cultivation Realm want to do?" At this time, among the Yuanying Ancestors of the Zhanyue Alliance, some of them who had suffered the most were furious.
Some other people were also sitting there with livid faces. There were so many old monsters, but a junior Jin Dan was completely helpless, and he was literally slapping them in the face.
Any one of these people can easily take down Lu Xiaotian's five warships. The other party didn't even have time to fire, they could fly to the warship and carry out a one-sided massacre.
The powerful defensive ship-protecting formation of the Golden Core cultivators was nothing in front of the Nascent Soul Ancestor.
What makes these people even more annoyed is that the sect masters, palace masters, and heads of the sects below are all asking for help from them, the ancestors of Nascent Soul.
After all, although it was the monks below the Golden Core who went directly to the battlefield, it was the Nascent Soul Ancestor who really made the decision. But in this situation, they, the Nascent Soul Ancestors, had no good way to save the situation, and even There are currently no adequate strategies to deal with this crisis.
Soon, these Nascent Soul ancestors were confused at the weapon refining site, and when a large number of prisoners were snatched aboard the warship, they finally figured out Lu Xiaotian's intentions. The other party actually came to rescue the captives. At this time, everyone relaxed a little.
"Really speaking, except for the loss of some ships transporting spiritual ores and the loss of some prisoners, the other losses are not too big. Those with higher levels of weapon refining are protected by caves. Those spiritual ores fall into The ground is just a little more troublesome to put away again." Tiancan Xiezun frowned and said. "The key now is to mobilize enough warships as soon as possible to destroy these warships."
"Do you think it's because the other side robbed the warships and didn't have enough manpower?" Wei Beiyuan of the Xingyue Demon Sect suddenly said, "Originally, his two flying warships were taken from the Xingyue Demon Sect, and they were blown up and sunk. If they had enough manpower to attack the Jie Sheng Sect's ship, why bother? You must know that the war ship in Tianchi Valley is not in wartime, and there are not many people stationed on it."
"The three warships of the Yinming Demon Sect and the Yellow Wind Sect that were later taken away by the other side were completely coincidental. How many people did the other side need to fully control these five warships? If the other side had thought before setting off, It would be ridiculous to seize so many warships.”
"Yes, the battle situation between the two sides is so tense now. The Mochizuki Immortal Realm is fighting a bloody battle on the front line, and it is bound to suffer losses. If the opponent's five warships are intact, they will definitely rush to the battlefield as soon as possible. Why bother to snatch prisoners and do this? Plant the little things.”
The old monster from Jin Chan's army turned around and slapped his forehead in realization.
"What's the use of talking about this now? The opponent has already matured. Damn it." Tiancan Xie Zun and the others all looked embarrassed. If the opponent's actual warships are limited, they can quickly deploy a few warships on the front line to destroy them. The purpose of this fleet.
Now it's too late to regret it. These five warships have truly become the weather.
Just as these Yuanying old monsters expected, the losses in these refining, cultivating magic weapons, and spiritual weapons places were indeed not big.
Even for those low-level weapon refiners and some low-level monks stationed there, except for the unlucky ones who were crushed to death by those spiritual ores when the spiritual ship was destroyed, the scene just looked like a mess and there was nothing major. loss.
It's just that Lu Xiaotian didn't think about how much loss he would bring to Deng Fang. At this time, Lu Xiaotian's purpose was only to protect himself, strengthen his own strength, and leave this dangerous place as much as possible.
Under the threat of the two flying warships, three almost empty warships landed in turns to pick up the mining slaves aboard. Lu Xiaotian stayed on the ground, and then took off with the last warship.
Many monks from the Moon Moon Alliance who became slaves in the mines thought that they would never be able to make a difference in their lives and could not escape the fate of being exhausted to death. After all, they were not ignorant of the war. The monks from the Moon Alliance had already beaten them. Hundreds of immortal cities including Tianjian Mountain, Wangyue City, and Xuanye City were lost.
Under such circumstances, what hope does the Moon-Wangxue Immortal Realm have? But among these porters, the coolies were completely desperate and were lingering like zombies. Five warships, four large and one small, rushed towards them in the sky. For no other reason than that, the warships descended one by one, obviously just to pick up the captives.
It's only because the disciples of some important people were captured that the Mochizuki Immortal Realm would engage in such a big battle and take extraordinary risks. The opportunity was right in front of them. How could the prisoners care about who was a big shot or not? They didn't even need Lu Xiaotian to shout. The prisoners who had suffered enough swarmed towards the warship.
Several warships were overcrowded. Of course, they were only carrying some rescued prisoners, which would not affect the speed of boarding the Feitian Warship and Feiyuan Warship.
There were prisoners from various sects. Lu Xiaotian had arranged several foundation-building monks from Lingxiao Palace on each warship in advance to be responsible for commanding these prisoners. These prisoners usually had to do hard labor, and the Zhanyue Alliance only blocked them from using large forces. Part of the mana is not unsealed. It is a bit difficult to control these spiritual cannons, but it cannot handle the large number of people. After one round of rotation, the manpower is enough.
"You, are you Senior Brother Lu?" Among the prisoners, a dark-faced, honest-looking middle-aged man, whose face was so thin that he looked as if he was skin and bones, suddenly trembled when he looked at Lu Xiaotian.
"Who are you?" The other person's appearance changed so much that Lu Xiaotian couldn't recognize who it was for a while.
"Senior Brother Lu, it's you, I'm Peng Dayong." Peng Dayong cried loudly. Although his qualifications were average, he had a good chance. More than sixty years ago, he was chased by enemy cultivators to a dangerous place. By luck, After breaking through to the late stage of foundation building, I originally thought about accumulating military achievements and one day being lucky enough to obtain the Golden Elixir and achieve the Golden Elixir Avenue.
But he never imagined that he had only dreamed of the Golden Core Avenue for two days before he was besieged by several monks from Qianji Sect. He was unable to fight and was seriously injured and fainted. When he woke up, he was thrown here to do hard work. It took sixty years to do this. They were captured together with Peng Dayong, and even many of those captured later had been exhausted to death or beaten to death.
Having lost his freedom for a period of time, Peng Dayong was already in despair and was like a walking corpse. However, he did not expect that today, the divine soldiers descended from the sky and were unexpectedly rescued. The person leading the team was still with him in Wangyue City before. Lu Xiaotian worshiped in Lingxiao Palace.
Later, Lu Xiaotian became a famous figure in Lingxiao Palace, but when he was at his peak and overwhelming the Zhanyue Alliance foundation-building monks, he mysteriously disappeared. He never thought that he would appear again now. And he also saved him.
"Peng Dayong, it's you." Lu Xiaotian was suddenly startled, stretched out his finger and flicked out a ray of magic power into Peng Dayong's body, releasing his restriction.
