Chapter 2388 Zhang Xiong's Hole Card

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

Most of the monks present failed to notice this.

Only Zhang Xiong found out, his complexion changed instantly, and then screamed without image: "Everyone, get up quickly! Is the tribulation over yet?"

"What?"

Hearing Zhang Xiong's words, all the Weihai gang members were stunned.

Situ Bo himself was also taken aback, an extremely bad feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, and the next moment, he found that the silver snake flickering in the sky suddenly burst out with incomparably bright light, which was even brighter than when it first landed. To beat the odds.

"What exactly is going on?"

Situ Bo was completely dumbfounded, and subconsciously wanted to mobilize his magic weapon for defense, and so did the others.

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

That is...they have no magic weapon to use.

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

For a moment, there was a trace of sadness and despair in everyone's heart.

Are you kidding, right now, Jie Lei seems to have erupted with his strongest combat power, and in this situation, use his body to fight hard? What is the difference between this and courting death?

Situ Bo's heart was full of bitterness, and he muttered with absent-minded eyes: "Why, why did it become like this."

Situ Bo was not reconciled.

It was as if, after thousands of years of walking from hell, finally saw a glimmer of light, but in the end, this light was nothing more than a dream, all false.

"This is the flashback of the tribulation and thunder. As long as we resist this blow, then this time of crossing the tribulation will really be a success."

Zhang Xiong took a deep breath, his expression was full of solemnity, and there was still a trace of... struggling.

"Resist? Brother Zhang, are you kidding me? Now we are the only ones who still have magic weapons on their bodies. With just a few of us, even if we throw away all the magic weapons of our own destiny, we can survive this time. Hundreds of thunderbolts?"

Situ Bo looked desperate: "We are doomed."

Seeing Jie Lei falling rapidly, Situ Bo closed his eyes in despair.

"Everyone, quickly approach me!"

At this moment, Zhang Xiong suddenly made up his mind, roaring out of luck.

"Um?"

Situ Bo was taken aback.

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

Zhang Xiong said in a deep voice.

Because they are afraid that their tribulation thunders will attack other people, there is still a certain gap between everyone present and the positions occupied by each person.

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

In order to save his life, the image of a monk is not important anymore.

How wonderful the ups and downs of life are.

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

"I don't know if it will work, anyway, let's give it a try."

Seeing that the people were almost coming, Zhang Xiong took a deep breath, pinched Yin Jue, and the next moment a boat appeared above his head.

To be precise, it was at least a magic weapon level ship.

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

"This...is that thing?"

Lu An asked subconsciously.

"That's right, it's the ship we unearthed in the ruins. Although the ship is in a damaged state, it was definitely a treasure that surpassed the magic weapon level before. Therefore, whether we can hold it depends on him."

Zhang Xiong said while holding back the pain in his heart.

This ship was found hundreds of years ago when he and Lu An and others were searching for a ruin.

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

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

He has never heard of the material for casting this magic ship,

Whether it is strength or the degree of compatibility with the vitality between heaven and earth, it is far superior to all other magic weapons.

Compared with the materials of this ship, the materials of many magic weapons are rubbish.

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

It's just that this weapon spirit is in an extremely weak state, and there is no way to call it. After such a long time, Zhang Xiong can only mobilize this ship, but he can't use it.

The damage to the hull was too serious.

Zhang Xiong didn't notice, but Lin Feng, who was watching from a distance, saw the boat, his eyes lit up.

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

This idea popped into Lin Feng's mind, and just now, there was a resonance between the demon refining pot, which was repairing itself, and the ship.

"No no no."

This thought only lasted for a moment, then 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 tinkering."

Suddenly, Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

He suddenly thought, if this ship is his own, as long as he finds a way to repair it, he shouldn't need to wait a year and a half for the 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 trouble is that this ship currently belongs to Zhang Xiong. Of course, Lin Feng is very afraid of Zhang Xiong's strength.

If it was an ordinary monk, Lin Feng would choose to fight for it even if it was the late stage of fusion.

Thinking in my heart, a dazzling light illuminated the dark sky like daytime.

Jie Lei, who had been accumulating strength for a long time, finally couldn't bear it anymore, roaring frantically and sending out his last impact.

This will be its last bit of strength, and also his strongest.

"Everyone, inject vitality into this ship!"

Zhang Xiong roared.

The group of monks who came back to their senses immediately did not hesitate, and tried their best to input vitality.

In an instant, a glistening white light emerged from the ship, colliding with the falling tribulation thunder.

boom!

All the monks trembled violently.

Those with lower cultivation bases were directly shocked, bleeding from the seven orifices, already seriously injured, and limp to the ground, some passed out, and some sat cross-legged with a trace of consciousness to heal themselves.

The only ones who can still stand are the monks in the integration stage.

The ship shook violently, Situ Bo's face was flushed red, but there was a touch of excitement in his eyes.

He could feel that the power of Jielei was constantly decreasing.

This also means that they really held on.

"This ship is really extraordinary."

Lin Feng rubbed his chin and muttered to himself. Immediately, he seemed to sense something, and looked at the demon refining pot: "Hey, I finally finished refining that thunder ball. Do you want to refine it next?"

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