Chapter 683

"Then what should we do now?" Yan Xiaoyi closed her lips tightly and her eyes were complex.

"Now, we are still on the way to escape, and we can't protect ourselves. But..." Rong Xiaojia stared at the demon flying boat in the water mirror, murmured and looked complex.

Xiaorou turned her head, looked at Ziyun, who was still meditating on martial arts, and then looked for Luo Chuan: "Luo Daoyou, did you inquire about... Ran Fengjun and them in the frontier?"

"I haven't seen anyone. But I heard friar Bian Huang say that they saw more than 20 descendants of emperors on the night of civil strife. Unfortunately, they didn't escape far and were arrested again. It is said that they were all imprisoned in the faliu."

Luo Chuan said, pushing aside the crowd, walked forward and looked up at the water mirror.

In the water mirror, eight demon sect palace flying boats formed an array and flew steadily to Outland, and the one in the center of the eight flying boats was faliu.

"It's so close that the demon cult palace hasn't found us. Good brother, the flying boat you stole by bumping into good luck looks very complicated."

The voice of Qi Xinyue sounded from behind Luo Chuan, which was slightly thought-provoking.

Yan Xiaoyi and others looked at Qi Xinyue and Luo Chuan in surprise. On the one hand, they were surprised at the rapid development of the relationship between Qi Xinyue and Luo Chuan, and on the other hand, they were also amazed at Luo Chuan's good luck.

"When I found the flying boat, almost all the friars guarding the flying boat died, leaving only the last one who said what the demon king was the owner of the flying boat." Luo Chuan wrote lightly: "since it was the flying boat of a demon king, it must not be too bad, so I got on the flying boat."

"Brother Luo's luck is really good. This flying boat must be a treasure boat built by the demon king with a lot of money. It's worth no less than Yulong." Kong Yufeng smiled.

"With this flying boat, it's enough for us to protect our lives. We must be able to reach Guangtian Pusheng smoothly. Don't think about other thoughts." Xiang Shaoxing, another descendant of the emperor, looked at the demon flying boat not far ahead and whispered.

"It can only be so." Kong Yufeng sighed low.

More than 30 monks and passengers on the side were relieved. They were afraid that several young descendants of the emperor wanted to rescue the descendants of the emperor on the flying boat in front of them.

Yan Xiaoyi and Cheng Xiaobing look at Rong Xiaojia. Rong Xiaojia's face shows the color of struggle. His eyes are closed and open for a long time: "we should not sit idly by while we are in love and reason. However, in the current situation, there are few enemies and we are still running away. Any way of rescue is to throw ourselves into the net... Xiao Yi, continue driving, the target is wide and universal."

Yan Xiaoyi nodded, groped and manipulated the wheel, deviated from the route close to the eight flying boats and drove to the other side.

Luo Chuan took everyone's look and reaction into his eyes. Whether Xiang Shaoxing, Kong Yufeng or Rong Xiaojia, he was ready to move for at least a moment to rescue the other descendants of the emperor.

However, in the face of the reality, the descendants of the emperor chose to remain rational.

"Roddy, you seem to have other ideas?" the voice of Qi Xinyue sounded.

Yu Guangzhong and Luo Chuan saw Qi Xinyue looking at him with curiosity in his eyes.

Kong Yufeng, Xiang Shaoxing and Rong Xiaojia also looked at Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan scolded secretly, but his face was very calm: "Qi Daoyou thought more, and his idea was the same as everyone else. In this case, it was basically impossible to save them."

"Luo Di is so shy. Why, he still won't call others his sister?" Qi Xinyue smiled.

Luo Chuan ignored and looked up at the eight flying boats in the water mirror.

As he expected, none of the monks brought out by the Yulong dared to rescue. Of course, only madmen dared to go in this case.

Although Luo Chuan is not a madman, he is bound to win over the descendants of the more than 20 emperors.

Soon, the small flying boat has quietly sailed through eight demon cult palace flying boats, and is about to successfully turn into another route.

Luo Chuan recalled in his mind the Tianhai demon king and his strategic map when he was still in the frontier.

In that strategic picture as like as two peas flying boats and eight flying oosters, the position and angle of the small boat are almost the same as before.

It's time!

Luo Chuan's eyes flashed a touch of pure light, quietly released the Tianmen Dharma, and shot at a rune on the edge of the control wheel aperture.

"Acting boat captain" Yan Xiaoyi is still groping for the performance of the small flying boat. He feels that the steering wheel swings gently. He doesn't pay too much attention.

However, the next moment, the small flying boat suddenly stopped. No matter how Yan Xiaoyi turned the wheel and manipulated the flying boat, the small flying boat remained motionless.

In the flying boat, everyone was stunned except Luo Chuan.

"Xiao B, why don't you continue?" Rong Xiaojia asked.

Yan Xiaoyi turned the wheel at a loss. His face was green and white: "I didn't do anything! It suddenly stopped moving!"

As soon as Yan Xiaoyi's voice fell, the flying boat suddenly trembled, and there was a gurgling sound of water at the bottom of the cabin. Everyone could feel that the power source was climbing, gathering and about to complete a certain operation.

Boom!

With a loud noise, a circle of bloody smoke rose around the small flying boat, emerged, and was completely exposed to the vision of the eight demon flying boats.

Eight demon flying boats obviously also found the small flying boat and stopped abruptly.

"Xiao B! What the hell did you touch!" Cheng Xiao C shouted with a red face.

"How do I know! This flying boat is too complicated! I, i... I didn't touch anything!" Yan Xiaoyi tried hard to turn the wheel, but the wheel remained motionless, so that Yan Xiaoyi was sweating.

The atmosphere in the control cabin solidified, and almost everyone's face was full of panic.

But at this time, tens of thousands of blood gas were emitted from the outer wall of the flying boat. Although the blood gas firing speed was fast, it seemed to have little power, even worse than the mana of changing the baby's territory.

Such an offensive obviously did not pose any threat to the eight demon flying boats. The demon flying boats turned their bodies towards the small flying boat, but none of them took defensive measures.

On the way, tens of thousands of blood gases suddenly overlap in pairs, one after another, three after three, three and four... When there are half a mile left from the eight demon flying boats, tens of thousands of blood gases have overlapped into eight strong blood gases!

Each blood gas contains the breath close to the great success of the heavens. It rotates rapidly and falls like a meteor to eight demon flying boats!

Until then, eight demon flying boats didn't react!

They either turn the boat head, open the defense shield, or prepare to jump, but they are a step late!

When the eight rainbow like Qi and blood were only 300 steps away from the flying boat, they changed again and turned into the monk's Dharma of ten blood robes and long swords. Each "person" was ten thousand feet high, pulled out the long sword and split at the demon flying boat.

Boom!

In the depths of the void, the eight demon flying boats were either split into a big crack, or the boat cabin was exposed with holes. None of them were intact and were damaged to varying degrees.

The demon friars who did not practice enough were unstable under their feet, rolled out of the boat cabin by the gravity of the void, screamed and fell into the void in despair.

At the same time, the small flying boat was like a squid, spraying a large blood mist, surrounding the eight demon flying boats, and hiding itself in the blood mist.

There was silence in the control cabin.

After a brief silence, cheers broke out in the control cabin.

Looking at the bewildered demon flying boat, the monks all looked surprised and excited.

"Xiaob... You hit eight flying boats! You almost sank them!" Cheng XiaoC stared with big eyes and a red tide on his chubby face. He spoke a little unwisely.

"Xiaoyi, well done!" Rong Xiaojia also patted Yan Xiaoyi on the shoulder, looking excited.

Yan Xiaoyi was stunned on his face and stared at the tragedy in the water mirror. He murmured, "but I didn't do anything... What's the matter... This flying boat is so strange."

"Hahaha, even if we are hoodwinked, we are lucky! Hum, these eight flying boats of demon sect palace can't fly far depending on the situation." Kong Yufeng laughed and stared at the eight flying boats, with a cold light in his eyes from time to time.

But two of the them didn't go to see Yan Xiaoyi at first time.

Night sin who stared at Luo Chuan's back, his eyes were deep in thought.

On Luo Chuan's side, Qi Xinyue glanced thoughtfully at the indifferent young man, and suddenly heard: "Luo Di, from the beginning, this flying boat stopped inexplicably until it hit eight demon cult palaces... You have always been very calm. Good brother, tell your sister, did you know something long ago?"

"Why, you can't be calm." Luo Chuan's face floated a green smile: "is it difficult? I have to be ecstatic and exultant so that you can no longer doubt anything."

With that, Luo Chuan ignored Qi Xinyue and walked to the console.

Qi Xinyue was stunned, opened her mouth, looked at Luo Chuan's back, smiled inexplicably, and showed deep thought at the bottom of her eyes.

In front of the console, Rong Xiaojia looked up at the water mirror and his eyes fell on the most damaged faliu number in the middle.

"Xiao B, can this flying boat continue to be invisible?" Rong Xiaojia asked.

Yan Xiaoyi debugged the roulette and said happily, "now everything has returned to normal, of course. But what do you do with this, boss?"

"Xiaojia wants to take advantage of the chaos and be invisible, get close to the faliu and rescue yuan Shitian and them."

Rong Xiaojia's side, Luo Chuan said.

The word "Xiaojia" fell, and many people looked strange. Even Rong Xiaojia looked at Luo Chuan strangely. In terms of age, Luo Chuan was the smallest on the flying boat.

Luo Chuan was also aware of his slip of tongue. He had just come out of the border wasteland. He had not completely changed his role from the boss of the cannon fodder camp and the governor of the border wasteland.

"The current situation is very different from that before. Maybe we really have a chance to save them. Even if we fail, we can fully retreat." Qi Xinyue opened his mouth to rescue Luo Chuan. While talking, he took a deep look at Luo Chuan and joked a little.

Luo Chuan pretended not to see, nodded: "the flying boat is invisible, close to the faliu, and then send a team of elite to sneak into the cabin. You can really try. The premise is... You are willing to help them."