Chapter 875
In fact, Lu Xiaotian still left a sub-primordial spirit in the body of the Zhanhu puppet, but now is not the time to explain the sub-primordial spirit to the foundation cultivators who have just joined the Xingyue Demon Sect.
Lu Xiaotian glanced at the Golden Core cultivator who was lying on the deck, and it would be a big trouble to keep this person around. The Jindan cultivator's heart was beating wildly, and before he could speak, a sword energy entered from between his eyebrows, and his mind was suddenly blurred.
At this time, Jindan cultivator also has a bit of desire to contribute, but there is still a little luck in his heart, and he wants to delay for a while, but this momentary delay ends up costing his own life, and he doesn't have much resistance to these Lu Xiaotian doesn't want to kill any more capable monks. After all, killing these low-level monks is very boring.
Even if the guy at the early stage of Golden Core just now, if he didn't think it would be troublesome to bring him around, staying on the boat would threaten Miao Ruolin and others, and he was worried that he would cause chaos, so Lu Xiaotian didn't bother to do it. If the other party had said something better, Lu Xiaotian would probably spare his life, but it was still too late after all.
After killing the guy at the early stage of Jindan, Lu Xiaotian flew down from the flying warship under the horrified eyes of the many foundation-builder cultivators, and turned to those cultivators from the Xuanbingmen and Xutianmen sects who were unattended at this time. Flying away, the Jieshengjiao camp was too chaotic at this time, even letting Yuan Min come down would be quite risky, Lu Xiaotian had to do it himself if he wanted to bring back these monks.
"You, you are Senior Lu!" At this time, a strong man in the crowd saw the silver-haired monk floating down, and he was vaguely familiar. Although the color of the hair has changed, his appearance is not necessarily so, especially the calm eyes. Same as before. When the strong man saw Lu Xiaotian, he shouted excitedly.
"You are Lu Feng?" Lu Xiaotian glanced over, and among the many captured Foundation Establishment cultivators, he saw that the middle-aged man looked familiar. Slightly surprised and authentic.
"Exactly, it's the junior." Lu Feng nodded quickly.
"May I ask your honor?" Cen Yu, the Jindan female cultivator of the Xuanbingmen who is the leader, looked decadent at this time, and looked at Lu Xiaotian tentatively. He recognized the flying warship of the Xingyue Demon Sect, but the warship of this Demon Sect directly bombarded the Jiesheng Sect. Didn't it mean that the flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple? Now her mind is still in a mess, not sure what happened.
"I'm from Lingxiao Palace. I took the flying warship of the Xingyue Demon Sect and got here by accident. Now is not the time to talk. Can you still use your mana?" Lu Xiaotian said to the two Golden Core cultivators. .
"The Jieshengjiao imposed a restriction of Jieyuanjutsu in the body. It is almost impossible for this Jieyuanshu to break through the restriction with its own strength, but if there is foreign aid, it should not be difficult."
Jiang Yueting, another Jindan early-stage cultivator from Xutianmen, looked overjoyed and said, although he didn't understand how the silver-haired cultivator in front of him did it, and he didn't have time to worry about it so much.
As soon as Jiang Yueting finished speaking, he felt an incomparably pure mana attacking his body. With a puff, a puff of white smoke rose from Jiang Yueting and Cen Yu's bodies. sequelae.
However, the eyes of the two were full of excitement, and they finally regained control of their mana.
"Help other people board the ship, be fast." Lu Xiaotian shouted.
Jiang Yueting and Cen Yu nodded at the same time. Although they only recovered part of their mana, helping these people board the flying warship didn't mean immediately fighting with the enemy, so naturally it was not a big problem.
At this time, under the bombardment of the two flying warships, the Jieshengjiao has twenty-four spirit cannons, which are directly equivalent to twenty-four gold-level masters attacking the Jieshengjiao with all their strength, and as long as there are spirit stones, they will not feel tired. Jindan monk.
Although there are a lot of Jindan monks of the Jiesheng Sect, they are already scattered. Pointing at them, if they want to attack the flying warship, they must first break through the defensive spirit shield of the warship. Flying warships have fired salvos several times, and even Jie Wuhui, the priest, has already fled. Who has the guts.
Of course, even if someone rushed over, they would have to pass Lu Xiaotian's level. So much so that Jiang Yueting and Cen Yu, two Jindan monks, were not disturbed when they helped many captured monks board the ship.
After all, everyone was already busy fleeing for their lives.
Spirit cannons came and went, and a large number of Jiesheng Cult monks either died under the cannons or fled in all directions. Yuan Min and Miao Ruolin ordered to stop the attack one after another. Although one cannon could still kill some of them, some Not worth it.
After all, there are tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones in one shot, and it hurts to think about it. If it can’t cause a lot of damage, it is naturally not worthwhile, and they still have to keep some of the spirit stones. The enemy's sphere of influence, if all the spirit stones are wiped out, what should we do if we encounter the enemy later?
When Lu Xiaotian led all the cultivators back to the Flying Warship, the Jieshengjiao camp below was already riddled with holes, a lot of spiritual wood, and some other things were burning under the bombardment of the spiritual cannon. The well-organized sect camp was almost in ruins at this time.
However, the cultivators on the side of Lingxiao Palace were not injured at all, and even rescued hundreds of captives. Such a feat, if one hadn't witnessed it with one's own eyes, would be like a fairy tale.
"Do your best to return to the camp of Lingxiao Palace." Lu Xiaotian stood on the bow of the ship at this time, glanced at the Jieshengjiao camp below which had turned into a sea of flames, and ordered.
"Yes, Palace Master!" The monks on the two flying warships responded with great enthusiasm.
This raid was exceptionally successful, and perhaps continuing to advance would bring greater losses to the three major cultivating worlds that make up the Zhanyue League, but Lu Xiaotian has no intention of continuing. After all, this is a war of all monks, not him alone. , For this sake, it has already been regarded as overfulfilling the task.
If we continue to take risks, it would be dangerous to be besieged by more flying warships dispatched by the Zhanyue League. In front of everyone, using the life-saving treasure of Bat King's Magic Wing, Lu Xiaotian is naturally unwilling go do it. Moreover, the movement here should have alarmed the Nascent Soul monster of Zhanyue League. Even if the Nascent Soul monster couldn't directly intervene in the battle, a few casual support for those Golden Core cultivators would be enough to cause him great trouble.
In short, let it go as soon as it is good, and it will be dangerous if the people behind Zhan Yuemeng can't wait for enough people to double-team his flying warship.
"Senior Lu, it's really you, your hair." At this moment, Lu Feng walked out from among the many monks and looked at Lu Xiaotian excitedly. He didn't expect that in such a situation, he would be able to survive.
