King of the Fairy City

The ancient sunken ship and the surrounding sea area were in chaos.

Except for Lou Jiejun, City Lord Du and others who took action in time, arranged a retreat, and retreated calmly with the spirit box they got, the other city lords also got the incomplete spirit box, but they also had a fierce melee with the monks from the small village when they left.

At this time, Ren Haiping was wearing a third-level spirit armor and holding a third-level spirit sword. He stimulated the sword light of a foot long, forced the two monks from the small village who were blocking him to retreat, opened the way himself, and led a group of Ren Village guards to carry the heavy spirit box and rushed out with difficulty.

However, they were surrounded by many monks from the small village. Imagine that under the scorching eyes of hundreds of monks, how could they easily leave with the spirit box?

Ren Haiping waved his sword to repel the two people, and several new blockers rushed out in front.

"Those who block me will die"

Ren Haiping sneered twice, his eyes were fierce, and he roared fiercely.

With his roar, his momentum surged, and an invisible pressure instantly pressed on the three monks who were blocking the road.

These three monks were all in the middle stage of Qi training, and two of them were even as high as the sixth level.

But under this domineering momentum, the three monks shrank their eyes at the same time, barely suppressing the fear in their hearts. One of them shouted loudly with courage: "Put down the box and let you go."

This shout was echoed by other monks around, and these people started to make noise.

"Look for the Dead Sea Spirit Slash"

Ren Haiping smiled coldly, and the light of the spirit sword in his hand suddenly burst out, from one foot to three feet, and a water-blue sword energy slashed out.

Amid the exclamations of several monks on the opposite side, the three spirit swords broke in half, and the sword light slashed towards a monk without any hindrance. The monk was horrified, but he could not make any reaction. He was cut into two by a sword, and his flesh and blood were scattered all over the ground.

The other two monks were immediately frightened and pale, and they retreated one after another.

The other cultivators from the small villages around were also shocked and frightened by this sword. They were in doubt and did not dare to step forward.

"Who dares to stop him again?"

Ren Haiping asked coldly with his spirit sword.

This is the strongest low-level combat skill of the Ren family, which is very suitable for water-based Qi training cultivators. As a direct descendant of the Ren family, Ren Haiping naturally learned the essence, and it was indeed amazing when he used it.

However, the mana consumed by this combat skill is also quite amazing.

With Ren Haiping's cultivation in the late Qi training stage, he could only perform a few swords before his mana was exhausted.

On the deck of the ancient sunken ship, there were naturally knowledgeable Qi training cultivators. One of the cultivators from the small village suddenly shouted: "This powerful combat skill requires a lot of mana. Don't be afraid of him. He can't make more than a few swords."

No one responded to his encouragement.

One sword, one life. This sword move is too terrifying. If they want to stop them, they have to use their lives to consume Ren Haiping's mana, and there are no less than ten monks.

Who is willing to rush forward and die first?

After all, these small village monks come from hundreds of immortal villages, and they hardly know each other. When they come to rob things, they are naturally very active.

But few people are willing to sacrifice their lives for this.

"Go"

Ren Haiping roared, and no one dared to stop him wherever he passed.

He rushed out of the deck of the ancient sunken ship in one breath, leading his men to evacuate quickly, until he walked out of more than ten feet, and another monk who didn't know the situation came out to stop him, and there was another fierce fight.

The situation on Bai Xijun's side was even worse. He grabbed two spirit boxes, but was stopped when he left.

The Bai family was inferior in combat power. They were surrounded by many small village monks and were exhausted from dealing with the incoming attacks. It was difficult to carry the two spirit boxes away.

"City Lord, what should we do if we can't kill it?"

A guard swung his hand to split the sword that attacked from the side, his face full of anxiety.

Bai Xijun's face was covered with blood.

He frowned and looked around. All he saw were crazy monks blocking his way. He turned his head and looked at the two boxes beside him. He snorted and opened one of the spiritual boxes directly, revealing bottles and jars inside.

This is a box full of elixirs.

But how could Bai's fairy village be short of elixirs?

For him, elixirs are the least valuable. He had no choice before. He just happened to grab this spiritual box with elixirs.

Bai Xijun did not close the lid of the box. He kicked the box out and shouted loudly: "Here are all second-level and third-level vitality pills. Take them if you want them."

The spiritual box fell to the ground and the elixir bottles rolled all over the deck.

Dozens of small village monks around exploded immediately, their eyes red, leaving their opponents behind and grabbing the elixir bottles on the deck. For these small villages, there is no hope of grabbing a whole spiritual box, but grabbing some scattered elixir bottles can also satisfy them.

Bai Xijun took his own monks to protect another box and left in the chaos.

The other city lords were even worse off. Only two or three city lords took out a box. The rest were surrounded by the chaotic monks and could not get away at all.

The remaining three weakest city lords of the strong village could not even take away a box. They had to learn from Bai Xijun's method and open the box to take a part of it for themselves first, leaving most of it for the monks of the small village. Only then were they able to escape.

The boxes that the city lords of the strong village had no time to take away were directly broken open, and the monks scrambled for them. A bloody killing broke out among the monks of the small village.

At this point in the killing, I could no longer distinguish between the enemy and me.

The sky.

Ye Mo rode on a big gold, took nine spirit eagles from the Ye family fairy village, and took three black iron boxes and a golden spirit box to safely evacuate the chaotic ancient shipwreck sea from the sky. No one could stop him.

Compared with the embarrassment of the other city lords of the strong village, Ye Mo could be considered relaxed.

There is no opponent in the entire sky. Hundreds of ships and thousands of Qi-training monks on the ground could not threaten the Eagle Rider hundreds of feet above.

Even monks who own one or two spiritual birds would not dare to release the spiritual birds to die.

However, although the monks in the small villages on the sea could not stop it, they tried every means to spread the information. Let the monks outside intercept.

Those monks on the periphery who could not squeeze in close to the ancient sunken ship raised their heads and noticed the ten golden eagles flying across the sky.

Those three huge and eye-catching black iron spirit boxes have become the focus of attention. They are stared at by countless monks, who are extremely eager to get those three valuable spirit boxes into their own bags.

Ye Mo flew several miles on the Spirit Eagle and landed first on Ye's light armored warship.

These three spirit boxes were too heavy. The spirit eagles could not fly fast or far in the sky. Their endurance could not sustain them enough to return to Ye Village with the heavy spirit boxes. You still have to rely on sea ships to return to Ye's Fairy Village, which is thousands of miles away.

On Ye's warship, all the monks cheered and cheered. Wang Hu, Yang You, Mo Ling and others were extremely excited to welcome Ye Mo and others back.

More than ten strong villages, hundreds of small fairy villages, hundreds of large ships, and thousands of monks gathered in this ancient shipwreck sea area to compete for the treasures salvaged from the ancient shipwreck.

But the biggest gain was from Ye's Fairy Village.

Ye Mo relied on ten Spirit Eagle Air Riders to grab three black iron spirit boxes and one golden spirit box in one fell swoop, accounting for almost one-fifth of the total benefits.

Ye Mo was also extremely excited.

How much are these three black iron soul boxes worth?

The spiritual objects in each bite are worth about 100,000 spiritual stones.

You know, an ordinary new village city lord, if he is a child of a family that cultivates immortals, can usually only support him with 10,000 to 20,000 yuan in financial resources.

Even if a city lord like Lou Jiejun, the No. 1 Immortal Village in Aolai, whose father is a Jindan-level city lord, the financial support he received from the Lou family would not exceed one or two hundred thousand spiritual stones. Of course, Lou Jiejun also has a large number of talented monks in the family's Qi training period, but this is another matter.

This also means that these three spiritual boxes have exceeded Lou Jiejun's financial resources when he just built the village.

This is definitely an astonishing wealth that will allow Xiancun's strength to grow explosively.

In addition, the golden box cannot be opened, and it is not known what is inside.

But he knew that it was not safe to return to the sea ship, and he had to return to Ye's Fairy Village to completely save this amazing wealth.

This place is thousands of miles away from Ye Village, and it is definitely an extremely difficult and dangerous sea journey back to the village.

Ye Mo immediately gave instructions to Chang Fei who was coming over: "Set the boat immediately and return to Fairy Village. Don't make any delays along the way."

"Yes, City Lord"

Chang Fei looked serious and directed the sailors to sail the ship.

Mo Yun stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the direction of the ancient ship with a look of regret. At this point, of course he understood that his wish to see this ancient ship up close had failed.

The other nine Eagle Riders landed one after another with their spirit boxes.

"Quick, hurry up and forget about the ancient sunken ship. Ye Cun has grabbed three soul boxes. Let's catch up with them."

"Not bad, hurry up and chase"

In the distance, several large ships closest to Xiaoxian Village were getting ready to move, shouting anxiously.

However, they hurriedly launched the sea ship, which was slower than Ye's sea ship.

Ye Mo had already ordered before leaving that Ye's ship should stay at the outermost edge, away from other ships and not among the many chaotic groups of ships.

The monks on the ship are always ready. The sailors, helmsmen, and lookouts all stay at their posts and are always on standby.

Now that he received the order, Ye's ship set sail immediately, which was naturally unmatched by other ships.

By the time other ships started moving, Ye's ship had already increased its speed.

"Brothers, chase and don't let Ye Cun escape with the spirit box."

The monks on many small villages and ships roared loudly.

Those ships that were unable to reach the vicinity of the ancient sunken ship were extremely anxious and immediately joined the pursuit.

"We're in big trouble"

Ye Mo looked at the more than 20 or 30 large-scale ships chasing after him, frowning.

There are so many pursuing soldiers and ships alone. If caught up, Ye's ship would definitely be smashed to pieces. It seems that grabbing the spirit box is just the beginning, and returning to Ye Village is the more difficult challenge.

Mo Yun had come back to his senses. When he heard Ye Mo's words, he suddenly said with confidence: "Ye City Lord, don't worry, we are light-armored warships. Those big ships are too heavy and can't match our speed. Ours Light sea-going ships are known for their speed, how can they imagine it? I will take the helm and make sure to throw away their pursuers."

"Okay, then there's Master Laomo"

Ye Mo's expression improved slightly.

Mo Yun was proficient in shipbuilding and knew best the light-armored warships he and his shipwrights built.

Even those sailors may not know the performance of this warship better than he does. With his action, the speed of this light sea ship quickly increased to its limit.