Above the sky, the dim silver snake stagnant in mid-air flickered slightly like a firefly in the middle of the night.

Most of the monks present failed to notice this.

Only Zhang Xiong discovered it, his expression suddenly changed, and then he screamed without any image: "Everyone, get up quickly! The tribulation is not over yet?"

"What?"

After hearing Zhang Xiong's words, everyone in the Weihai Gang was stunned.

Situ Bo himself was also stunned, an extremely bad feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, and the next moment, he found that the silver snake flashing in the sky suddenly burst out with a bright and incomparable light, which was even brighter than when it first landed.

To be better than one.

"What the hell is going on?"

Situ Bo was completely dumbfounded and subconsciously wanted to mobilize his magic weapons for defense, as did everyone else.

However, when they searched their storage bags with their spiritual senses, they discovered a fatal problem.

That is... they have no more magic weapons to use.

In other words, they could only rely on their own bodies to resist this sudden situation.

For a moment, everyone felt a sense of sadness and despair in their hearts.

Are you kidding me? The robbery seems to have unleashed its strongest combat power. In this situation, it uses its physical body to resist? What is the difference between this and seeking death?

Situ Bo's heart was full of bitterness, and he murmured with his eyes blank: "Why, why did it become like this?"

Situ Bo was unwilling to give in.

It's as if, after walking through hell for thousands of years, you finally see a glimmer of light, but in the end, this dawn is just a mirror, and everything is fake.

"This is the reflection of the tribulation thunder. As long as we can resist this blow, then this tribulation will really be successful."

Zhang Xiong took a deep breath, his expression full of solemnity, and a hint of... struggle.

"Resist? Brother Zhang, are you kidding me? We are the only ones who still have magic weapons with us now. With just a few of us, even if we throw away all our own magic weapons, we can withstand this return of light.

Hundreds of thunder and lightning?”

Situ Bo looked desperate: "We are doomed."

Seeing the thunder falling rapidly, Situ Bo closed his eyes in despair.

"Everyone, come closer to me quickly!"

At this moment, Zhang Xiong suddenly made up his mind and Luck roared.

"Um?"

Situ Bo was startled.

"Brother Situ, don't worry, I have a way to survive this moment. Everyone, if you want to survive, come here quickly."

Zhang Xiong said in a deep voice.

Because they were afraid that their respective thunderbolts would attack others, there was still a certain gap between everyone present and the position occupied by each person.

After hearing Zhang Xiong's words, many monks reacted cleverly and ran towards Zhang Xiong rolling and crawling.

In order to save one's life, the image of a monk no longer matters.

The ups and downs of life are so amazing.

Hearing what Zhang Xiong said, Situ Bo was overjoyed: "Brother Zhang, I knew you had a way!"

"I don't know if it's possible. Anyway, let's give it a try."

Seeing that people were almost coming, Zhang Xiong took a deep breath and pinched his seal. The next moment, a ship appeared above his head.

To be precise, it is a ship that is at least at the magic weapon level.

The hull of the boat was more than ten feet long, covering all the monks present.

"This...is this that thing?"

Lu An asked subconsciously.

"That's right, it's the ship we excavated in the ruins. Although the ship is in a damaged state, it was definitely a treasure that exceeded the magic weapon level. Therefore, whether we can withstand it depends on it."

Zhang Xiong said while holding back his heartache.

This ship was found hundreds of years ago when he, Lu An and others were exploring a ruins.

At first he thought it was just an ordinary magic weapon level.

But after bringing it back and doing some research, Zhang Xiong found that his judgment was seriously wrong.

The material used to cast this ship-shaped magic weapon was something he had never heard of before, and it far surpassed all other magic weapons in terms of strength and degree of compatibility with the vitality of heaven and earth.

The materials of many magic weapons are simply garbage compared to the materials of this ship.

And after decades of nurturing, Zhang Xiong even discovered that there was actually a weapon spirit in this ship.

However, this weapon spirit was in an extremely weak state and there was no way to call it. For such a long time, Zhang Xiong could only mobilize the ship but could not use it.

The damage to the hull was really too serious.

Zhang Xiong didn't notice that Lin Feng, who was watching not far away, suddenly lit up when he saw the ship.

"This ship...is on the same level as the Demon Refining Pot?"

This idea came to Lin Feng's mind. Just now, the Demon Refining Pot, which was repairing itself, resonated with the ship.

"No, no."

This thought only lasted for a moment, and Lin Feng shook his head and said to himself: "The Demon Refining Pot is definitely much more advanced than this ship, but why does it resonate? Although this ship looks dilapidated,

But it’s not unusable yet, it just needs a little repair.”

Suddenly, Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

He suddenly thought that if this ship was his own, then as long as he found a way to repair it, he wouldn't need to wait for a year and a half for a ship to go to sea. The ship in front of him should be enough to cross the sea, right?

Lin Feng's mind suddenly became active.

The only troublesome thing is that this ship currently belongs to Zhang Xiong. Of course, Lin Feng is very afraid of Zhang Xiong's strength.

If it were an ordinary monk, Lin Feng would choose to fight and snatch it away, even if it was in the late stage of integration.

As I thought to myself, a dazzling light illuminated the dark sky like daylight.

Jie Lei, who had been accumulating strength for a long time, finally couldn't hold it any longer and roared crazily as he unleashed his last impact.

This will be its last strength and also its strongest strength.

"Everyone, urge your vitality to inject into this ship!"

Zhang Xiong roared.

The monks who came back to their senses immediately did not hesitate and tried their best to inject vitality.

In an instant, a glistening white light appeared on the hull of the ship, colliding with the falling thunder.

boom!

All the monks were shaken all over.

Those with lower cultivation levels were directly shocked and bleeding from their seven orifices. They had been seriously injured and were so limp that they fell to the ground. Some fell into a coma, and some still managed to hold on to some consciousness and sat down cross-legged to heal themselves.

The only ones left standing are the monks in the combined stage.

The hull of the boat was shaking violently. Situ Bo's face turned red, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

He could feel that the power of the thunder was decreasing.

This means that they really held on.

"This ship is really extraordinary."

Lin Feng touched his chin and murmured to himself. Then he seemed to sense something and looked at the demon refining pot: "Hey, I finally finished refining the thunder ball. Do you still need to refining it next?" (
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