Chapter 887 Galloping back
“Brother, it’s me, it’s me.” Seeing that Lu Xiaotian recognized him, Peng Dayong nodded hurriedly. At the most desperate moment, it was Lu Xiaotian who saved him again, and again Coupled with the experience of the two entering Lingxiao Palace together, Peng Dayong naturally regarded Lu Xiaotian as his savior.
At this time, Lu Xiaotian injected a trace of mana, and Peng Dayong felt that the mana was extremely pure, which made his whole body feel comfortable, and his body, which was already half-dead from exhaustion, regained some vitality.
“You’ve suffered, you can take these things.” Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand, and a storage bag floated in front of Peng Dayong. Peng Dayong can be regarded as a person who can endure hardships. It didn't help him much, but he didn't have any bad intentions, and the two of them still had some friendship. Considering these close connections, it's not an exaggeration to say that Lapen could use him a lot at this time.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Lu." Peng Dayong took the storage bag and burst into tears again. Although he is a cultivator, he has experienced great sorrow and joy today, and it is inevitable that his mind will be lost.
"Senior Brother Peng, you should call Palace Master now. Palace Master Wei has passed away, and the person standing in front of you is our newly appointed Palace Master of Lingxiao Palace!" Yan Bixiao next to him reminded Peng Dayong.
"What!" Peng Dayong was stunned and looked at Lu Xiaotian in shock. When he reacted, he had to salute.
"That's all, you have just been rescued. You need to recover first, so you don't have to do any common etiquette. When you regain some strength, help me command this flying warship." Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand, and a gentle force will Peng Dayong held it up.
"Yes, thank you Palace Master."
Peng Dayong's eyes turned red again, although in front of him Lu Xiaotian had already jumped from being a peer to the position of Palace Master of Lingxiao Palace. , the identities of the two are one in heaven and the other on earth, but Lu Xiaotian still misses the friendship from the past, which can be regarded as the blessing he gained from his previous life.
When he heard that Lu Xiaotian asked him to help command the flying warship, Peng Dayong's chest suddenly puffed up again. After being enslaved for so many years, Peng Dayong himself suspected that he was about to become a waste, and he did not expect to be entrusted with an important task right away. In the past, Lingxiao Palace only had the Feiyuan warship, which was less than half the size of this flying warship. However, looking at the situation, these five warships were all following Lu Xiaotian's command.
As a fellow disciple of Lu Xiaotian, Peng Dayong immediately felt that he had to do his part, and stood up and said, "Palace Master, this disciple has had enough of the Zhan Yue League's birdiness over the years, and now he has been granted the title of Palace Master. Breaking the seal in the body is when you are full of strength, so you don't need to rest. "
Peng Dayong's words are true. After receiving a trace of mana that Lu Xiaotian injected into his body just now, his nearly exhausted Dantian has a trace of warmth in his veins. Although this trace of mana will eventually disappear and cannot be retained. , but at this time his condition was much better than that of other people on board.
"Forget it, you just have to look at the situation." Lu Xiaotian nodded and smiled. The people on the boat were all people who had been enslaved by the Zhan Yue League for too long. He didn't even need to fan his hatred for the Zhan Yue League. Now that there was a chance for revenge, being a little tired was nothing compared to the ecstasy of being rescued.
At this time, the monks around also looked at Peng Dayong with envy. They were both prisoners. Although they were all rescued, Peng Dayong's luck was naturally far ahead of them. He is actually related to the current Lord of the First Palace. In the future, he will have a huge backer in the palace. Apart from those Yuan Ying ancestors who usually ignore worldly affairs, who else is bigger than the Lord of the First Palace?
"You have been trapped in the hands of the enemy cultivators for a long time. Today, Mr. Lu came to kill you by chance. This is enough to show that your lives should not be cut off. I, Wangyue Cultivation Realm, have not exhausted my energy. Now I have five warships, and I have destroyed no less than three enemy ships in front of me. , but now we are still in the territory of the enemy cultivators, now all fellow Taoists, follow me and fight back!"
Lu Xiaotian's voice vibrated in the air and reached several other flying warships.
"Kill back!"
"Kill back!" The monks on several flying warships roared angrily. Among these people were a very small number of Golden Core monks and a large number of Foundation Establishment monks. , and a small number of Qi Refining monks, when Lu Xiaotian mentioned it, it immediately aroused everyone's resonance.
The five warships, no longer stopping at this time, lined up in a long queue and moved forward at full speed.
The sails were blowing, and the original battle flags on the ship were removed and replaced with the flags of Lingxiao Palace. In the area actually controlled by the Zhanyue Alliance, these five warships were rampaging all the way, frightening many of the enemy cultivators below. Five warships were enough to wipe out a sect.
Those foundation-building enemy cultivators who were occasionally still flying in the air were so frightened that they almost fell from the air, but at this time Lu Xiaotian was not in the mood to delay his return by killing an enemy cultivator. .
Half of his mission has now been completed. Although there were twists and turns, it was finally very smooth. Not only did he cause a lot of losses to the enemy, but he also brought back five warships. These five warships, Once it appears on the battlefield, with full firepower, five terrifying firepower fortresses will be formed.
What frightens the Zhan Yue Alliance even more is that the five warships commanded by Lu Xiaotian were stabbed from the rear to the front. Their main force on the front line was entangled by the monks from the Mochizuki Immortal World, and they were unable to escape for a while. They could not even draw people from other places for large-scale reinforcements.
The world of Wangyue Cultivation has been suppressed for more than two hundred years and has not had a good opportunity. Now that the opportunity appears in front of you, it is hard to seize it.
At this time, the fierce battle between the two sides has reached a fever pitch. From the east, middle, and west fronts, the main forces of the Mochizuki Immortal Realm were mobilized, assuming a decisive battle with the Zhanyue Alliance. Dozens of large and small warships were arranged in array at several high altitudes, and the light beams formed by the spiritual cannons were swept out from the warships of both sides again and again.
On the ground, every distance, you can see the wreckage of a warship emitting thick smoke.
Even among the small number of flying warships in the sky, as well as most of the other flying kite warships, many fought with injuries. Black smoke was rising from the hulls, many spiritual cannons were blown up, and the ships were left with flesh and blood. Mottled.
Due to the richer spiritual objects and slightly larger reserves of spiritual stones in the Moon Moon Cultivation World, the number was originally smaller. However, after the previous battles, the number of warships on both sides was almost equalized.
Coupled with Lu Xiaotian's interference in the rear, this large-scale battle also came out of the blue, and the entire Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Moon Watching Alliance mobilized collectively.
Up to now, in fact, in the middle line, the number of warships in the Mochizuki Immortal Realm still has a slight advantage, but this advantage is not too obvious. Two or three more flying kite warships would not determine the outcome.
The people who control the warships are mainly foundation-building monks. The golden elixir monks and foundation-building monks from both sides flew to the sky and escaped to the ground, fighting back and forth. The Qi Refining monks on the ground were also all over the mountains and plains, killing each other.
(End of this chapter)