Chapter 0769 Warriors and Strong Men

Lao Bang fell onto the boat, and his first words made the demons and casual cultivators feel like they were falling into an ice cave, "The Taoist priests are all possessed by demons, and they will fight here tomorrow.

The soldiers crowded on the deck had already expected bad news, but they never expected such a heavy blow. Sandalwood Burner refused to believe it, "Old Chong, don't talk nonsense. There are more than 40 Taoist priests. Can everyone be possessed?"

"Oh, by the way, one of them died. She was killed by the dragon demon. She is not ordinary now. She can kill whoever she wants, just wave her finger." The second part of Lao Chong's words caused complete silence on the deck. interest.

Lao Chuang looked around for a few times and suddenly laughed.

"Are you still laughing at this time? As soon as the magician arrives, we will all be killed." Sandalwood Burner completely lost confidence and sighed. Looking at the ship full of soldiers, he felt anxious and wanted to turn back into Sandalwood. Original shape.

Lao Chuang said the third paragraph, re-invigorating the morale of the whole army, "Is this the first day we have faced this situation? Who among the demons on this ship has not been hunted down by Taoist priests? You spirit demons have grown from demons to demons. Aren't you surrounded and could be killed at any time from that day on? And weren't you, the casual cultivators, once labeled as traitors by the bullshit dynasty and almost killed? What's the difference between a dozen magicians and... so many magicians now? It's all a battle anyway, unless you are willing to surrender to the country of sacrifice, just to live a few more years - hey, not necessarily, I saw the demon of the country of sacrifice with my own eyes. The soldiers became sacrifices to the magicians. Compared with the way they died, I would rather be killed on the battlefield!"

In fact, Lao Chong's purpose was not to boost morale, but to spit out all the words he had been holding in his heart. When he found that all eyes were looking at him, with expectations and enthusiasm, his heart skipped a beat, and he let out a low cry from his chest. roared, and then said: "I am not a big demon, nor am I smart. I can survive until now only because of luck. That's enough. I have no other wish. I just want to fight to the death happily. My life is not worth anything." , but I will never stick my neck out and wait for someone to slash me with a knife, no matter what... I will spray him with blood. "

The demon soldiers all laughed, and the casual cultivators looked at each other. Ouyang Hao expressed what everyone was thinking, "Then spray the demon Taoist priests with their blood. Don't let them think that they are the masters of the world. Besides, we may not be completely defeated. This There are always miracles in the world, and there are always powers that even the strong cannot imagine.

Ouyang Hao took out the three statues of gods in his arms and held them high, "The ancient gods are above, and everything in the world is unknown."

More than half of the soldiers took out the idols, and the remaining monsters and cultivators also showed pious expressions. Every time they experienced a crisis, their faith became deeper. Even those who are bent on death, like the old collision, still need a little comfort and a little help. confidence.

Sandalwood Burner walked up to Lao Chong, handed him the statue in his hand, and said loudly: "From today on, you are the leader of the Feilong Ship."

Lao Chong was stunned for a moment. This was not what he expected. "Am I the leader? When the war starts tomorrow, I might be the first one to rush forward and be killed."

"Then you should be the leader, even for a day - anyway, I don't dare to be the first to rush forward."

The soldiers laughed louder. Although Sandalwood Burner was older and his actions were more conservative, he was by no means timid. He said this just to motivate Lao Cang.

"That's right." Lao Chong snatched the statue from the sandalwood stove and scanned the deck, "Is anyone dissatisfied?"

No one competes with Lao Chong.

So the casual cultivators used magic to fire off cannons to celebrate the birth of the new leader, and Sandalwood Burner personally came to report the situation to the Spiritual King on the island.

The last bit of tension in Yang Qingyin's heart disappeared. She invited the sandalwood burner to land on the island, and then said to Gan Zhiquan: "The flying dragon ship has blessed a lot of spells. It's a pity to waste it. Is it possible to do this? The casual cultivators and most of the demons on the ship The tribe came to the island to form a fish-dragon formation, leaving dozens of demon tribes to control the warships? "

Gan Zhiquan thought for a while, "Okay. Although our inner elixir is a little weaker, the spells are still there. We will take turns adding some more spells to the flying dragon ship later."

The matter was settled like this. As the sky grew dark, the sandalwood burner went to the ship to summon the soldiers to the island. Yang Qingyin and Bald Zi also followed them to the ship.

Lao Chong chuckled and said, "I'm a good leader. We haven't started the war yet and most of our troops are gone. No matter what, I have to stay. I want to live and die with the flying dragon ship."

Lao Chong has found the feeling of being a leader.

After being busy for half an hour, the casual cultivators and most of the demon clan on the ship left the ship and went to the island. The Demon Suppressing Island was too small. Gan Zhiquan and others had cast spells to create a large piece of land, enough to accommodate thousands of people.

There were only about fifty monsters left on the boat. Sandalwood Lu said to Yang Qingyin: "I'll take you back to the island, King Ling. There's Lao Chong here, don't worry."

Yang Qingyin shook her head, "You go to the island, I will stay and be a soldier for Lao Chuang."

Sandalwood Burner was startled, then bowed and retreated without asking any questions. A fight to the death was imminent, and no explanation was needed for any choice.

Lao Chuang looked down at the thin Spirit King and blinked, "You want to be a soldier?"

"What, you think I'm not good at it?" Yang Qingyin waved her fist, "I don't have an inner elixir, but I have practiced Bone Forging Fist and I can still fight. Do you want to try it?"

Lao Chong likes fighting the most, but he will never fight with a banshee or a woman, let alone the other party is the Spirit King. He shook his head hastily, "I won't try."

"There is also Baldy to protect me." Yang Qingyin said.

The fish-dragon formation has begun to be practiced on the island. Gan Zhiquan and others have come to the ship one after another to bless the spells. Most of the spells will be triggered by magic weapons and do not require the care of casual cultivators.

"It's all magic. Can't the flying dragon ship charge?" Lao Chong was disappointed.

"There will be a chance." Yang Qingyin knew very well that the magicians' fighting style was the same as the Taoist tradition, and they would not allow the flying dragon boat to get close.

The last person to board the boat to cast a spell was Xiaohao. She also brought a straw hat to Yang Qingyin, "Zuo Liuying gave it to you. He said that this straw hat has a little magic power, and you can use it to cast spells. It's better than nothing. Also, don't leave the island more than five miles away. Zuo Liuying will contact you through the straw hat at any time."

Xiaohao said goodbye, and Yang Qingyin stopped her, "Tell me the truth, do you think Zuo Liuying has...other plans?"

Xiaohao smiled like a mature adult, "I don't know if he has other plans, but I have one." She lowered her voice: "If we reach a dead end, I want to die with him."

Xiaohao blinked her eyes and returned to the mischievousness of a little girl. She flew away happily, shaking the little turtle in her hand.

Yang Qingyin thought blankly for a while, put on the straw hat sent by Zuo Liuying, and soon felt the magic power inside. It was indeed not much. Not to mention the fire of the moon, even the ordinary spells she had learned before were difficult to cast, but she could manipulate a large number of spells blessed on the ship, so that she would not be useless.

"Baldy, go and bring the half-demon on the island." Yang Qingyin said.

There were many half-demons on the island. Baldy knew which one Yang Qingyin was referring to. Not long after, he flew back with Tuo Yong, a descendant of the royal family of the Sheshen Kingdom.

Tuo Yong had already woken up and was bound by the free rope. He was unable to cast magic. He was panicked and dared not say a word.

Yang Qingyin had nothing to ask. She had only one thought in her mind: If she could hear Mu Xingqiu speaking through Tuo Yong tomorrow, she would have no regrets.

She tried not to think about Mu Dong'er. For some reason, after hearing about the various actions of the dragon demon, she still believed that the dragon demon would not hurt her son.

A cheer came from the island, and the bald man said happily: "Look, Feifei's fish dragon formation has taken shape."

Yang Qingyin and the monsters on the deck looked at the Demon Island several miles away. In the night, there stood a shaky giant on the island. Although he was still as clumsy as a baby, he was indeed the fish dragon formation.

"This is a bit like going to war." Lao Zhuang waved his fist at the giant, "Even if Mu Xingqiu is still here, he can't do better, right?"

"No." Yang Qingyin smiled, but she was heartbroken with nostalgia. She envied Xiao Hao.

"Brothers, what are you waiting for? Get to work." Lao Zhuang gave a rough order, and the monster soldiers took their positions. The flying dragon ship relied on magic and magic to navigate. The crew's task was to guard the magic weapons and magic weapons in various places, and actively trigger them when necessary, which could protect themselves or attack.

Yang Qingyin was assigned to the bow, with dozens of magic weapons of casual cultivators fixed in front of her, including more than ten swords. With the help of her straw hat, she checked them one by one to determine what kind of spells were in the magic weapons, and gradually got a rough idea in her mind.

Half-demon Tuo Yong stood not far behind Yang Qingyin, and his fear was slightly relieved. He was increasingly confused about what these humans and demons were doing, "Ahem... do you really want to go to war with the magician?"

"They are going to fight." Yang Qingyin said without looking back, and the bald man's eyes never left the half-demon.

"You know you can't win, right? I've seen the strength of the magician."

"Well, then you will have a chance to see what real resistance and real warriors are tomorrow."

"Warriors must also have strength." Tuo Yong couldn't help but sneer.

Yang Qingyin didn't think it was necessary to explain more to the half-demon captives, but like the beast demon Lao Zhuang, she also had some words in her heart that she couldn't help but say, "The strong are the ones who have strength. The strong weigh the pros and cons and choose between doing and not doing. He can stand up or be humble. The real warriors have to choose between life and death, but they will never surrender."

Tuo Yong wanted to laugh, but he held back, because the strange head was staring at him sternly, and the magic eyes on his head flashed red. He just whispered: "It turns out that warriors are all idiots."

Yang Qingyin had nothing to say to the half-demon. As the stars and the moon moved and the night was about to pass, she felt a little nervous again, but she was no longer afraid. When the sun rose, she glanced at the giant who moved freely on the island, turned her head to Lao Zhuang and said, "It's an honor to fight side by side with you."

Lao Zhuang grinned and said nothing. He was not good at speaking. Yesterday's words had exhausted his talent. Today, he just wanted to fight.

Half an hour later, dozens of warships came from the South China Sea, and the first to launch an attack was a rain of magic.