This is an extremely huge battleship. Not to mention black, there are countless white array patterns on it. Moreover, these array patterns are not printed or painted. Instead, they are extremely three-dimensional and energetic array patterns. These array patterns look like countless white silks. These white silks begin to gently brush past the bow of the ship and then continue to float to the rear.`````

This black warship is very large, a hundred feet in size, and it is filled with an extremely manic feeling. It makes people feel as if a provocation is constantly emerging in their hearts, and the hull is even more broken, as if it has experienced the baptism of war, and it seems that it has existed for countless years. But with Ding Yang's eyes, the entire body of this warship is actually a spiritual weapon, and it is also a top-quality spiritual weapon!

At the bow of the boat, I sat down and counted my figures. Each of them was wearing dark armor, and there were ferocious ghost masks on their faces. I could only faintly feel the violent true energy emitted from the body of the armor, showing the powerful true energy unique to the monks in the out-of-body stage.

After these figures, there were at least dozens of monks wearing black armor, but the black armor on them was much simpler than the armor of the characters in the lead, but it was also a top-grade spiritual weapon. However, their black armor did not have masks, and then they showed their unruly faces.

The huge warship was scattered in the sky, and its power was indescribable. Some disciples of sects with insufficient cultivation even felt like they were pressing down on Mount Tai, and the true energy in their bodies was still a little circulating.

Naturally, spiritual weapons are not divided into levels according to their volume, but when they reach the top level, they can still create such a huge warship, and their power naturally has left the scope of ordinary spiritual weapons. For example, the sixteen huge turrets on it, Ding Yang can be sure that without a single shot, there is definitely a level of a mid- and late-stage cultivator with all his strength in the middle and late stages of the Nascent Soul realm, even attacks from three more large muzzles with a diameter of more than ten meters can reach the out-of-body stage.

Almost without thinking, Ding Yang already knew that this warship must be the spiritual weapon of the Demon Flame Cultivator. But he didn't expect that the other party would be so stunning.

"Hahahaha... Master Wang? I already know why I only opened the Hushan Formation halfway? If my sect leader had not come here to control the River Styx, which was the ship of our sect, wouldn't I and my disciples be blocked outside the mountain gate?"

It was also at this time that the one who sat cross-legged in front of the battleship and counted among the figures suddenly stood up, and then a bold voice came from behind the dark grimace mask. It was also when he spoke that the mask suddenly turned into a black light and disappeared, revealing a middle-aged man with a often bearded face, with a strong face, but that natural smile made Ding Yang suddenly remember Cao Cao in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms... but he looked like a hero.

"The Master Xiong Sect was joking. It's not that my formation of Lianyang Gate was not opened enough. It's just that your ship of the Styx River is too big. It's just that I came to Lianyang Gate to compete. This posture is a little too big, right? Do you think I Lianyang Gate would do something shameless?"

After the middle-aged man spoke, Ding Yang saw several figures flying out of the crowd, among which was Wang Tong, but there was another burly man next to him who had never seen before. Judging from the circumcision of his body, he was also a late-stage out-of-body and even the Great Perfection monk. A long and exaggerated earth-yellow blade behind him made people feel an extremely powerful edge.

Wang Tong's face was a little gloomy. He never expected that the other party would come over and even the treasure of the Sect, the Tyrant River Ship. Although the Tyrant River Ship had damaged a lot of places in the long run, falling from the treasure to the level of the spiritual weapon, it was at the bottom of it. The power of those Nether Cannons was very difficult for even the late stage of the Out-of-body Cultivator to resist.

"It's hard to say. After all, this is the territory of Master Wang. If I, Xiong Jianhong, are not careful, how can I survive until now?"

The middle-aged man named Xiong Jianhong smiled. He didn't care about Wang Jiantong's ugly face at all. Then he even said to the monks behind him, and then the huge black warship turned its bow and flew down immediately.

“…………”

It was also at this moment that Dai Hongyuan, a man who Ding Yang had met several times, came over the crowd. When he arrived beside Ding Yang, he saluted Ding Yang first. That was what he said: "Fellow Daoist Ding, when you go to the main seat, your identity is extraordinary. I went to your residence to find you but didn't look for you. I didn't expect you to have arrived here in advance. If you sit here now, I would have been in great care!"

"good!"

Is there nothing to refuse, Ding Yang nodded, then followed Dai Hongyuan and walked towards Wang Tong. At this moment, the huge warship finally fell from mid-air. It did not have the huge collision sound as imagined, but it quickly shrank at the moment of landing, and finally disappeared to an invisible level. Xiong Jianhong waved his hand and put it into the storage ring.

It was also because the warship was put into storage rings. Xiong Jianhong came down from the warship and had more than 50 monks, but there were only more than 40 monks wearing black armor. There were about ten monks who looked at the decoration but were not monks from the Demon Flame Sect at all. I think it should be the ones he had come to testify.

"I didn't expect that your sect leader Gao and sect leader Duan are also here. Wang is polite here, but the Lianyang Sect is a bit simple, which makes the two fellow Taoists laugh..."

Wang Tong's eyes swept over the monks behind Xiong Jianhong, and immediately recognized two of them familiar faces. They were actually the heads of nearby sects. Although he greeted them with a smile on his face, his heart was already extremely gloomy.

The matter of the Spirit Stone Mineral Vein was originally known as the fewer people, the better. Now that the sect leaders of the other two sects have come here, it can be imagined that the Demon Flame Sect has obviously promised something.

"Haha, Master Wang is polite. I'm at the invitation of Master Xiong to testify about this competition."

"Not bad! The Lianyang Sect of the Master Wang is much better than my Feiyun Sect. Where does it come from? "

The two of them laughed, their eyes full of smiles, but this smile made Wang Tong have the urge to kill someone.

"Um?"
Chapter completed!