King of the Fairy City

In fact, these ancient spiritual tools are made of the best raw materials, and the quenching technique is also quite solid. They are generally more powerful than the standard spiritual tools popular in the current cultivation world. The value of this spiritual box spiritual tool is more than the same number of third-level spiritual tools today.

All the city lords were shocked by these spiritual tools.

City Lord Du swung his sword and slashed at a black iron spiritual box next to him. After a few swords, he opened the lid of the box.

This is a box of spiritual pills. The box is filled with densely packed small porcelain bottles, each of which is labeled with various colors.

"Third-level Yuanqi Pill, Second-level Yiqi Pill, Bigu Pill, Third-level Poison Avoidance Pill."

City Lord Du picked up the pill bottle and read them out one by one.

He opened the cap of the spiritual medicine bottle to check. These pills were well preserved and the spiritual energy was not lost.

"The value of the spiritual pills in this black iron spiritual box is probably no less than 100,000 spiritual stones."

City Lord Du roughly estimated the value of the spiritual pills in each pill bottle and the number of pill bottles in his mind, and said to himself in shock.

After that, several boxes of spiritual armor, elixirs, spiritual tools, talismans, and even two boxes of spiritual stones were opened. Although they were all low-level, each box was worth no less than 100,000.

The eyes of the city lords turned red, and they looked at these boxes, calculating quickly in their minds, thinking about which spiritual boxes to choose to get the most benefits.

Although these powerful village lords all came from great immortal cultivation families. But they rarely had the opportunity to see such a huge amount of supplies with their own eyes.

Soon, the twenty large black iron boxes were opened, and when the last small golden box was left, they encountered trouble.

This golden box could not be split open with the third-level golden spirit sword.

City Lord Du used all his strength to display his most powerful sword skills, and even several other city lords came up to try, but it did not move at all.

"Damn it, this golden box is probably made of materials that can only be used by foundation-building cultivators. We, the Qi training cultivators, can't open it at all."

"What should we do? The other black iron spiritual boxes are easy to divide. Just calculate the value and each person can take one. But this golden box is troublesome. I don't know what's inside, how to divide it?"

More than ten city lords looked at each other, and didn't know how to solve it for a while.

The material details of this golden box are much better than black iron. The things inside must be the most valuable.

"Haha, give it to me, and you don't have to worry about it."

A column of water suddenly rose to the sky from the sea next to the ancient sunken ship. A burly black-faced monk jumped onto the deck, holding a spiritual sword and laughing.

Behind the monk, several more monks jumped out and confronted the monks from more than ten strong villages on the deck of the ancient sunken ship.

The city lords were stunned.

Their attention was completely attracted by the huge wealth on the ancient sunken ship, and they did not notice that other monks sneaked through many sea ships to the vicinity of the ancient sunken ship.

"Small village monks? Sure enough, they still can't help but want to take action."

Lou Jiejun narrowed his sharp eyes.

"With just a few of you, you want to come up and rob us of things? You really don't mind dying quickly."

A strong village city lord looked at the monks with disdain and laughed.

The leading small village monk looked up to the sky and laughed: "Of course there are more than a few of us underwater brothers, what are you waiting for? The things on the ancient sunken ship are almost divided up. If you don't take action, you can only drink thin soup."

As soon as he spoke.

On the calm sea surface around the ancient sunken ship, no less than a hundred monks rushed out from the sea and climbed onto the deck of the ancient sunken ship.

In order to avoid chaos before, there were only more than a dozen strong village city lords and their small number of guards on the deck of the ancient sunken ship, and the number of people was not too large. A large number of other warships were surrounding the ancient sunken ship.

The city lords of the ten most powerful villages were immediately surprised and found that they were careless. They only paid attention to the attack on the sea, but could not take care of the sea.

"Damn it, so many small village monks are guarding the spirit box, mobilize the monks from various ships to come to support."

Lou Jiejun reacted the fastest and said sternly.

The ten city lords and guard monks formed a formation, surrounded all the boxes in the center, and waited for rescue.

The combat power of their group of Qi training monks was extremely strong. Although there were many small village monks attacking, the ancient ship was suddenly in a melee.

On the deck of the ancient sunken ship, fighting broke out.

"Kill"

"Charge, whoever grabs it will get it and whoever grabs it will be rich"

"The ten most powerful villages dare to swallow this wealth alone, we will teach them a lesson this time"

And hundreds of small village ships in the distance also began a chaotic charge, trying to break through the blockade of the ten most powerful village ships and rush to the vicinity of the ancient sunken ship.

"Damn it, we must stop them."

"Sink them all. This ancient shipwreck belongs to our powerful village."

"Boom, boom, boom."

The deafening bombardment, the splashing waves, the countless shouts and fighting sounds tore the tranquility of the entire sea.

Shidao.

Ye Mo stood on the top of the island, watching the battle in the distance, his expression as cold as water.

He could also see clearly what was in the spirit box. Each box was filled with valuable goods, which shocked him.

But he was few and weak. Ten golden eagles and ten monks had only one chance to rob the ancient shipwreck goods, and they had to succeed in one fell swoop. Otherwise, the ten powerful villages would not give him a second chance.

He had been waiting for the best time to act.

I thought the chance was slim and it was likely to be missed.

Unexpectedly, hundreds of monks from Xiaoxian Village were so fierce. Hundreds of monks rushed out in one breath, dived to the deck of the ancient sunken ship, and competed with the powerful village lords for the treasures of the ancient sunken ship.

The other sea ships also began to charge in chaos, scrambling to kill each other.

The real advantage of a strong village over other small villages is the advantage of sea vessels.

But when they concentrated on the deck of the ancient ship, it became a close battle between the monks.

None of the city lords of Xiaoxian Village are descendants of aristocratic families, and they all have master monks who are capable of doing so. In one-on-one close combat, they are no weaker than the monks from the top ten powerful villages.

In this big melee for the treasures of the ancient shipwreck, it is not certain who will win.

Now is the best time for him to take action

These thoughts flashed through Ye Mo's mind, and he said to the Tunu Guards and Immortal Guards behind him: "Follow me and kill you to snatch the spirit box."

"yes"

The remaining nine people, including the five Tunu guards, all looked excited and eager to try.

They all saw the chaos on the ancient shipwreck, and they couldn't hold it back for a long time.

Ye Mo turned over and sat on the back of Dajin's generous eagle, wearing a golden spirit armor and holding a sharp golden heavy gun. The other nine people also took their places immediately.

"Walk"

Ye Mo waved his big hand and patted Dajin on the back. Dajin immediately cried happily, flapped his wings, and soared into the sky with a fierce whirlwind.

As soon as Dajin moved, the other nine-headed spiritual eagles followed closely and responded.

Ten Golden Eagle Air Cavalry monks flew from the stone island, one foot high against the sea, and roared towards the ancient sunken ship more than ten miles away.

The explosive speed of the third-level golden eagle is so fierce that it can fly fifty or sixty feet in almost the blink of an eye. A distance of more than ten miles is just a matter of dozens of breaths for them.

Ancient shipwreck.

The black-faced burly monk held a rare giant red fire ax in both hands, and when he swung it, streaks of sharp red flames burst out, crisscrossing the deck.

Even the powerful monks under the city lords of the ten most powerful villages were unable to resist and retreated one after another.

On the deck of the ancient ship, the monks were fighting in a melee, but this man seemed to be in a deserted place, knocking back three or four monks who were blocking the way, and directly broke into the last line of defense surrounded by ten city lords guarding the spirit box.

Seeing the might of this black-faced man, the two nearest city lords exchanged glances and rushed forward in unison, performing powerful slashes and sweeps.

"Hey, give your grandpa an axe."

When the black-faced man saw this, he was not angry but happy, showing excitement. He swung the red fire ax wildly in his hand and hit him head on.

"Bang, bang"

The three spiritual weapons collided together, and the black-faced man shook violently, and was finally blocked.

The two city lords didn't move at all.

These powerful village city lords, their own cultivation level and strength are the strongest in each fairy village. It is not easy to take advantage of them.

"Hehe, two against one, is this all you can do?"

The black-faced man grinned widely, swayed his waist, and slammed his shoulder towards one of the city lords.

"This city lord alone is enough to deal with you."

The city lord snorted coldly and signaled the other city lord not to do anything. He bumped into the black-faced man without showing any signs of weakness.

The monks use their physical bodies to collide with all their strength, which is completely different from the power of combat skills. It all depends on their cultivation and physical strength.

The city lord groaned and was forced to take a step back.

The black-faced man laughed wildly and rushed over to snatch the nearest black iron spiritual box.

"Huh, what a wonderful thought."

"These soul boxes are not yours."

"court death"

Three loud shouts came out almost at the same time, and three spiritual weapons struck at the black-faced man's left and right sides and back.

The black-faced man was angry and had to give up robbing the soul box. He snorted coldly, swung the red fire giant ax in a circle with both hands, and actually blocked the three thrusting spiritual swords, and stumbled away in embarrassment.

Several other small village monks had already followed the black-faced man into the last line of defense, and all started to snatch the soul box.

While they were fighting desperately, they suddenly heard an extremely sharp and violent wind whistle. The fierceness of this wind roar far exceeded the power that ordinary monks in the Qi training stage could display with their combat skills.

They couldn't help being stunned and looked around one after another, but they didn't know where the wind roar came from.

Ten golden swift eagle shadows flew rapidly across the sea level. When they were two miles away from the ancient sunken ship, they suddenly pulled up, and then swooped down when they were only a mile away.

Ye Mo rode on Da Jin's back, facing the fierce sea wind, and passed through many sea ships. The eagle cavalry team composed of ten spiritual eagles flew directly over the ancient sunken ship, and suddenly swooped down towards the location of the twenty spiritual boxes, like arrows.

The wind was blowing very fast, carrying a fierce sound that broke through the air, arousing the vigilance of the black-faced man, Lou Jiejun, Ren Haiping, Bai Xijun, City Lord Du and others below.

The city lords suddenly raised their heads and saw the Eagle Cavalry squad swooping down from the sky almost at the same time.

"It's not a spiritual eagle"

"careful"