Chapter 790
Yi Heng was the last to get out of the cabin. No, he should be the last to get out of the cabin at the same time as the two yuan infant friars.
After a friar overturned him with the power from the rope, the whole friar net slowly turned around.
The middle-aged friar Chen and the other two went out first. The other friars were silent and followed.
Before he got up from the ground, he was pulled by the rope and moved slowly.
After a while, he got up immediately. He didn't slap the dust on his body. He was held out of the cabin by the left and right people.
From the bottom to the outside of the hull, his feet were almost in the air.
The power brought by the front, left and right is enough to make him move quickly all the way effortlessly, but he doesn't like this feeling very much.
Finally, he got out of the hull and saw the vast starry sky. The power from the rope finally disappeared, and he was slightly relieved.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
Staring at the back of the monk's head in front of him, he stood upright and did not dare to move.
Just put down the heart, the moment again raised.
The meteorites in the vast starry sky still show no sign of diminishing, and they shoot at the crowd like dense arrows.
Fortunately, the three people in front of them blocked in the front and deflected all the directions that might hit their meteorites, so that the seemingly dense meteorites could just shoot through the crowd.
As long as he aims straight at the friar in front, he doesn't have to worry about being hit by a meteorite.
Of course, all the friars knew how to save their lives. As soon as the loose network of friars appeared on the ship, it was like the most disciplined army standing upright in twelve columns.
Straight as a line, straight as a bamboo pole.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
Fifty four monks held their breath as if they were in a meteorite rain. They did not dare to breathe.
"Unless you meet a meteorite more than two feet in size, you will resist for an hour. If you lose a breath, you will be executed on the spot!"
Yi Heng straightened up and was much taller than the others. At this time, his eyes narrowed slightly to see the front of the ship. In front of the three monks, a lonely figure stood against the wind.
Sometimes they wave their hands freely, sometimes they bend their fingers smartly.
Why are the stars so lonely and natural? He suddenly wanted to ask this question in his mind. Will he be so lonely and natural one day when he arrives at the starry sky?
No, not waiting for the starry sky, now, no longer care about their own people, although not natural and unrestrained, but already enough lonely.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
The corner of his coat was blown up slightly by the strong wind from a meteorite, and then smashed into pieces by a meteorite.
The meteorite passing by his face and waist made his skin painful.
He gave a bitter smile in his heart.
A little desire for survival aroused by curiosity disappeared in an instant.
"Everyone concentrate, otherwise, without waiting for the master to do it, Chen will do it first, master, give it to me!"
"Yes
Friar Chen respectfully received the voice from the Friar's nostril, and his face was ecstatic. But before he had time to show more, the shadow of the Taoist had disappeared.
"The first row of friars' Divine sense paid close attention to the starry sky a hundred miles away. Once a meteorite came, they immediately judged the direction. Any meteorite that hit the ship must be deflected when it is ten miles away."
"As long as we make concerted efforts to resist for an hour, we will never be in words!" From the middle-aged monk's voice, Yi Heng can imagine his expression at this time.
It must not have been in the cabin shouting at any time, nor was it just a little flattering when facing the monk's back.
It must be a face of righteousness and perseverance.
Inspired by him, all the people responded in unison: "yes!"
The roar didn't spread far, and Yi Heng's ear was still full of meteorite shuttling sound.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
The friars in the first row were close to the skin, and the twelve mountain like breath exploded instantly. Their eyes were staring at the meteorite.
"Xun Wei Feng, Wu..."
"Shock is thunder, click..."
"Gen is a mountain, boom..."
...
twelve friars in a row, staring at the front, constantly communicate with each other. When they find a meteorite in the wrong direction from a hundred miles away, they quickly allocate the target to ensure that they can hit it sideways when they are ten miles away.
For a moment, the wind, thunder, rock and other colorful magic accumulated by magic hit the meteorite in the opposite direction.
Yi Heng's ears are filled with the sound of various spells bursting, and his eyes are shining, giving off the color of appreciation.
He was amazed by the precision of the calculations made by the high-level friars.Some of them stick to their scalp, some wipe their Taoist clothes, and some pass under their armpits. But as long as they keep upright, there is no meteorite to hurt their skin.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
"Boom boom..."
...
these friars had been fighting for their own array and scattered sand, and naturally they had no cooperation, but they were ultimately ten high-level friars, and they were absolutely profound in Taoism.
However, with the help of incense, the cooperation of all the people has become tacit. What is very obvious is that the meteorites that stick to the scalp and rub the skin have become thin and pulled up.
Yi Heng quietly looked at their more and more comfortable cooperation and listened to their heroic conversation, but he didn't have any idea of participating.
"Ha ha, I didn't expect to be so relaxed. No wonder the elder scolded me for being stupid!"
"I thought the other cabin Taoist friends were so powerful. It turned out that they were just like this. We cooperated so well. Even if there was a meteorite two feet in size, what would happen?"
"Yes, now I'm eager to show up immediately, and let me be proud and proud."
...
as they talked and laughed, they took turns to cast the spell. All the meteorites in front of them, which were shot towards the ship's hull, were deflected by them and galloped away.
Three people in the front row and forty-eight people in four rows in the middle took turns to hit the meteorite.
Seen from the starry sky, the arrow like hull, facing the dense meteorite, retrograde all the way, all the way deep into the starry sky.
Obviously, Xuanyuan's choice of this channel was definitely based on years of experience.
Around the ship's hull, in the wider starry sky, ten, hundred, or even larger meteorites are like ox hair, sometimes galloping and sometimes swinging in the starry sky. If the starry sky ship rushes into those areas, it may have already destroyed the ship and killed people.
An hour passed quickly, and he followed them back to the cabin with some regret.
Ears constantly heard people relax and the same regret of laughter.
It's a pity that in one hour, he didn't meet a decent meteorite, which made people's eagerness to express themselves frustrated, as well as his desire to see a huge meteorite hit the ship.
He sat in the dark cabin, still quietly listening to the excited discussion, for the future, he has never been like this general, no plan.
In the vast starry universe, it must be lonely and boring, because even in this cabin, among the 53 monks, he felt lonely and suffocated.
He didn't know how long such a day would be.
A rest is almost seventeen days. When he is bored, he has already counted it. At this time, the fifth seventeen days have passed.
Not counting the time before, nearly 100 days have passed since they were required to resist meteorites.
At the speed of the star ship, how far can it fly?
The distance he traveled was absolutely astronomical. He didn't want to calculate it, and he didn't want to.
It's just a pity that he never met a meteorite more than Zhang Yu for the next five times since he met it for the first time.
There are still 53 friars around, and there are no fewer people, but there are many missing arms or legs, or some flesh and blood.
The frail friar, code named 9524, was very calm after he was smashed from his wrist. I don't know whether he was threatened by friar Chen or he really learned to be a good boy. In the past 100 days, he didn't show any sign of killing himself or getting hurt again.
On the contrary, among the four friars in the middle row, there are three or four friars who have lost their arms and two or three friars who have lost their left or right legs.
What's more, it's scraped away.
There is no one like him who wants to meet meteorites more than Zhang Yu or even larger.
Their faces are full of sadness, and their Taoist clothes are hard to cover.
Now every time I get out of the cabin, it's like going to the execution ground.
Every rest is like waiting for death before going to the execution ground. Maybe there will be no accident until death.
"Spirit stone, no, they must give spirit stone..."
A voice roared in the dark, causing others to nod in agreement.
Yi Heng can't help but visit the magic power in the elixir field.
The ninety-nine and eighty-one little golden dragon on Yuanying is like a rice field eel that has been drained of its life. It is pasted on Yuanying and no longer has the flexibility and vitality it had before.
Only occasionally wriggling body proves that they are still alive, maybe have a little mana, but it is difficult to release any more.
"It's also a way to die when the mana is dry and old." He thought to himself.
Among the five times, he and the other two Yuan Ying monks did not take the initiative to cast the Dharma. Occasionally, they all cast the Dharma under the orders of the senior monks.However, there is no Reiki absorption in the starry sky, and there is no Reiki supplement on the body. This cabin is filled with the breath of death. How can it supplement the mana in the body?
He slightly opened his dry eyelids, and turned his obscure eyes around to see the expression of the friars in the cabin.
Obviously, although everyone's mana is about to run out of oil, its mana is much deeper than itself.
This is a high-level monk. Even if he is only in a high level, his mana will be several times higher.
"If you don't give it to Lingshi, you'd better fight to death..."
He closed his eyes and did not want to recover from meditation. He let the breath of death cover him and let his body collapse.
After a friar overturned him with the power from the rope, the whole friar net slowly turned around.
The middle-aged friar Chen and the other two went out first. The other friars were silent and followed.
Before he got up from the ground, he was pulled by the rope and moved slowly.
After a while, he got up immediately. He didn't slap the dust on his body. He was held out of the cabin by the left and right people.
From the bottom to the outside of the hull, his feet were almost in the air.
The power brought by the front, left and right is enough to make him move quickly all the way effortlessly, but he doesn't like this feeling very much.
Finally, he got out of the hull and saw the vast starry sky. The power from the rope finally disappeared, and he was slightly relieved.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
Staring at the back of the monk's head in front of him, he stood upright and did not dare to move.
Just put down the heart, the moment again raised.
The meteorites in the vast starry sky still show no sign of diminishing, and they shoot at the crowd like dense arrows.
Fortunately, the three people in front of them blocked in the front and deflected all the directions that might hit their meteorites, so that the seemingly dense meteorites could just shoot through the crowd.
As long as he aims straight at the friar in front, he doesn't have to worry about being hit by a meteorite.
Of course, all the friars knew how to save their lives. As soon as the loose network of friars appeared on the ship, it was like the most disciplined army standing upright in twelve columns.
Straight as a line, straight as a bamboo pole.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
Fifty four monks held their breath as if they were in a meteorite rain. They did not dare to breathe.
"Unless you meet a meteorite more than two feet in size, you will resist for an hour. If you lose a breath, you will be executed on the spot!"
Yi Heng straightened up and was much taller than the others. At this time, his eyes narrowed slightly to see the front of the ship. In front of the three monks, a lonely figure stood against the wind.
Sometimes they wave their hands freely, sometimes they bend their fingers smartly.
Why are the stars so lonely and natural? He suddenly wanted to ask this question in his mind. Will he be so lonely and natural one day when he arrives at the starry sky?
No, not waiting for the starry sky, now, no longer care about their own people, although not natural and unrestrained, but already enough lonely.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
The corner of his coat was blown up slightly by the strong wind from a meteorite, and then smashed into pieces by a meteorite.
The meteorite passing by his face and waist made his skin painful.
He gave a bitter smile in his heart.
A little desire for survival aroused by curiosity disappeared in an instant.
"Everyone concentrate, otherwise, without waiting for the master to do it, Chen will do it first, master, give it to me!"
"Yes
Friar Chen respectfully received the voice from the Friar's nostril, and his face was ecstatic. But before he had time to show more, the shadow of the Taoist had disappeared.
"The first row of friars' Divine sense paid close attention to the starry sky a hundred miles away. Once a meteorite came, they immediately judged the direction. Any meteorite that hit the ship must be deflected when it is ten miles away."
"As long as we make concerted efforts to resist for an hour, we will never be in words!" From the middle-aged monk's voice, Yi Heng can imagine his expression at this time.
It must not have been in the cabin shouting at any time, nor was it just a little flattering when facing the monk's back.
It must be a face of righteousness and perseverance.
Inspired by him, all the people responded in unison: "yes!"
The roar didn't spread far, and Yi Heng's ear was still full of meteorite shuttling sound.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
The friars in the first row were close to the skin, and the twelve mountain like breath exploded instantly. Their eyes were staring at the meteorite.
"Xun Wei Feng, Wu..."
"Shock is thunder, click..."
"Gen is a mountain, boom..."
...
twelve friars in a row, staring at the front, constantly communicate with each other. When they find a meteorite in the wrong direction from a hundred miles away, they quickly allocate the target to ensure that they can hit it sideways when they are ten miles away.
For a moment, the wind, thunder, rock and other colorful magic accumulated by magic hit the meteorite in the opposite direction.
Yi Heng's ears are filled with the sound of various spells bursting, and his eyes are shining, giving off the color of appreciation.
He was amazed by the precision of the calculations made by the high-level friars.Some of them stick to their scalp, some wipe their Taoist clothes, and some pass under their armpits. But as long as they keep upright, there is no meteorite to hurt their skin.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
"Boom boom..."
...
these friars had been fighting for their own array and scattered sand, and naturally they had no cooperation, but they were ultimately ten high-level friars, and they were absolutely profound in Taoism.
However, with the help of incense, the cooperation of all the people has become tacit. What is very obvious is that the meteorites that stick to the scalp and rub the skin have become thin and pulled up.
Yi Heng quietly looked at their more and more comfortable cooperation and listened to their heroic conversation, but he didn't have any idea of participating.
"Ha ha, I didn't expect to be so relaxed. No wonder the elder scolded me for being stupid!"
"I thought the other cabin Taoist friends were so powerful. It turned out that they were just like this. We cooperated so well. Even if there was a meteorite two feet in size, what would happen?"
"Yes, now I'm eager to show up immediately, and let me be proud and proud."
...
as they talked and laughed, they took turns to cast the spell. All the meteorites in front of them, which were shot towards the ship's hull, were deflected by them and galloped away.
Three people in the front row and forty-eight people in four rows in the middle took turns to hit the meteorite.
Seen from the starry sky, the arrow like hull, facing the dense meteorite, retrograde all the way, all the way deep into the starry sky.
Obviously, Xuanyuan's choice of this channel was definitely based on years of experience.
Around the ship's hull, in the wider starry sky, ten, hundred, or even larger meteorites are like ox hair, sometimes galloping and sometimes swinging in the starry sky. If the starry sky ship rushes into those areas, it may have already destroyed the ship and killed people.
An hour passed quickly, and he followed them back to the cabin with some regret.
Ears constantly heard people relax and the same regret of laughter.
It's a pity that in one hour, he didn't meet a decent meteorite, which made people's eagerness to express themselves frustrated, as well as his desire to see a huge meteorite hit the ship.
He sat in the dark cabin, still quietly listening to the excited discussion, for the future, he has never been like this general, no plan.
In the vast starry universe, it must be lonely and boring, because even in this cabin, among the 53 monks, he felt lonely and suffocated.
He didn't know how long such a day would be.
A rest is almost seventeen days. When he is bored, he has already counted it. At this time, the fifth seventeen days have passed.
Not counting the time before, nearly 100 days have passed since they were required to resist meteorites.
At the speed of the star ship, how far can it fly?
The distance he traveled was absolutely astronomical. He didn't want to calculate it, and he didn't want to.
It's just a pity that he never met a meteorite more than Zhang Yu for the next five times since he met it for the first time.
There are still 53 friars around, and there are no fewer people, but there are many missing arms or legs, or some flesh and blood.
The frail friar, code named 9524, was very calm after he was smashed from his wrist. I don't know whether he was threatened by friar Chen or he really learned to be a good boy. In the past 100 days, he didn't show any sign of killing himself or getting hurt again.
On the contrary, among the four friars in the middle row, there are three or four friars who have lost their arms and two or three friars who have lost their left or right legs.
What's more, it's scraped away.
There is no one like him who wants to meet meteorites more than Zhang Yu or even larger.
Their faces are full of sadness, and their Taoist clothes are hard to cover.
Now every time I get out of the cabin, it's like going to the execution ground.
Every rest is like waiting for death before going to the execution ground. Maybe there will be no accident until death.
"Spirit stone, no, they must give spirit stone..."
A voice roared in the dark, causing others to nod in agreement.
Yi Heng can't help but visit the magic power in the elixir field.
The ninety-nine and eighty-one little golden dragon on Yuanying is like a rice field eel that has been drained of its life. It is pasted on Yuanying and no longer has the flexibility and vitality it had before.
Only occasionally wriggling body proves that they are still alive, maybe have a little mana, but it is difficult to release any more.
"It's also a way to die when the mana is dry and old." He thought to himself.
Among the five times, he and the other two Yuan Ying monks did not take the initiative to cast the Dharma. Occasionally, they all cast the Dharma under the orders of the senior monks.However, there is no Reiki absorption in the starry sky, and there is no Reiki supplement on the body. This cabin is filled with the breath of death. How can it supplement the mana in the body?
He slightly opened his dry eyelids, and turned his obscure eyes around to see the expression of the friars in the cabin.
Obviously, although everyone's mana is about to run out of oil, its mana is much deeper than itself.
This is a high-level monk. Even if he is only in a high level, his mana will be several times higher.
"If you don't give it to Lingshi, you'd better fight to death..."
He closed his eyes and did not want to recover from meditation. He let the breath of death cover him and let his body collapse.
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