(940 The strong man dies before the wealth, and the quicksilver is extinguished in the fire)

For these Sijas, there was no pain. Because they only felt a slight chill in their eyebrows, and then their eyes went black, and they lost all consciousness. Still burning in his heart is the president of the Turan Chamber of Commerce, Sai Yatu.

The command module of the airship was already crumbling, the floor was heavily tilted, and from time to time miscellaneous debris fell overhead, and chaotic spiritual machines were surging in all directions. But he still sat in his seat, staring intently at the increasingly illusory light and shadow in front of him.

From the first glance he saw the sky-crossing fireship, he knew that no matter how far he moved, he would not be able to escape the range of the opponent's artillery. In that case, simply move to a place where the other party can't fire at all!

He didn't need to give any more orders, and the crew members in the cabin who were supposed to work for money ejected one after another. This is exactly what he expected. Because the two flying boats collided, they could no longer fight with the flying boats, and they had to face the monks who could fly away.

These people were ejected outside, which was supposed to attract the attention of the opposing monk and give him a chance to do the most crucial things.

The only thing he miscalculated was that the combat strength of these people was so poor that they were killed by a monk covered in silver armor with silver bullets almost in front of them. The slain Sija fell like fallen leaves.

"Stuff curly hair, that's not what I said it would be!"

In addition to Seyatu, there were a few guys in the cabin who didn't run away. There are two reasons for this. One is that even if the airship completely collapses, they are confident that they will not be trapped here. The other is that the money they thought they could get easily has not yet arrived.

Their mission is to escort an extremely important artifact to the Muddy City Teleportation Array, and as long as the item arrives, they will get the money.

Stuff is, of course, forbidden. But they had both the approval of the military department and the holy decree of the emperor of the Houtu Dynasty, so they naturally thought that they could carry out unhindered. Some people simply can't figure out the relationship between the Emperor and the Cloud King.

"Don't you know how much money you pay and how much work you do?"

Seya Tu snorted coldly, glanced at the Middle-earth monks flying outside against the wind, and said:

"You can run as long as you want. But if things fall into their hands, we're all done. When the Turanian Chamber of Commerce is gone, who do you ask for money?"

The man who was yelling was an extremely strong man named Gruwei, a gold medal fighter in Sija, who claimed to have killed the Jindan monk of the Xuanmen of Middle-earth.

He was a head taller than a normal person, with no hair on his body, only large swollen muscles, and orange-red exposed skin, but at least half of his body was covered in an iron-gray black iron structure.

In particular, half of his face seemed to be wearing an iron mask, and there was a large hole in the mask, and in the hole was a cloudy glass ball that seemed to be filled with white mist.

The glass ball had a black pupil on it, and it suddenly turned to the center to aim at the curly-haired Seyasi, as if it could shoot some lightning bolt at any moment.

Gruwei just glared at the dead pig and shouted at Saiyatu, who was not afraid of boiling water: "I'll kill the leader, give me money immediately!"

He "wears" heavy "iron shoes" like elephant feet on his feet. In fact, it was not really wearing and writing, but his feet had already been cut off, and even his bones and tendons were "installed" on a pair of magic weapons called "flying feet".

This is the most peculiar "body fusion" technique of Sija, which allows him, a strong man who is extremely heavy, to gain the ability to fly in the sky like a monk.

Just as his words of "beating money" fell, a violent stream of fire erupted from under his flying feet, burning two more large holes in the already broken floor.

At the same time, like a cannonball, he blasted a large hole in the ceiling and flew all the way out.

He only recognized the young monk in silver armor who commanded Ruo Ding, killed and killed the most fiercely in the air. Only this person is worthy of his shot.

The other Sija thugs and bodyguards also probably understood what they were supposed to do. After all, as long as the things of Sayatu can be successful, they will not worry about not getting money. On the other hand, if they fail, their trip will be in vain. Since the monks who are flying around in the air are in the way, let's kill them all.

After killing hundreds of Xija people, the group of silver bullets that flew in the air gradually gathered again in the air like life, forming a strange liquid with a diameter of about a zhang and constantly flowing in the air like mercury.

Mu Yuan was standing under the ball of "mercury" and flying against the wind, when he suddenly felt an inexplicable warning omen floating in his heart. But he didn't react much in his divine sense, indicating that the power of the other party's divine consciousness was not strong, and he might even be just a mortal.

When he looked down, he saw an orange "humanoid" cannonball below, surrounded by firelight, and it was slamming into him like the wind.

Mu Yuan's heart moved, and suddenly countless dense silver bullets the size of lotus seeds stood out from the "silver cloud" above his head, forming a violent metal storm and smashing towards the other party.

But Gruwei didn't stop. When he charged, nothing could stop him!

The top of his head and most of his shoulders were made of forged, sturdy black iron. The rest of the body, even if damaged, can be regenerated quickly.

But it was too unpredictable to predict what the flowing metal liquid that the monk controlled would do to his half-body blackiron device, and he didn't dare to hit it completely.

A heavy cover plate above his head popped open, revealing a palm-sized hole. Immediately after, a copper ball the size of an orange shot out of the hole.

The copper ball collided with Mu Yuan's silver bullet storm, and immediately exploded, turning into a bright and blazing fire, instantly illuminating the night sky in the wind and rain and the two big ships that were colliding violently as bright as day.

The boiling heat spread out in all directions, and the heat wave spread out, and even the raindrops in the air evaporated in an instant.

His copper ball contained an extremely finely ground metal powder that would spontaneously ignite as soon as it exploded, instantly raising the temperature within the dispersion to an incredible level. All of these metals vaporize and disappear.

At the same time, the high temperature is maintained for only a moment. By the time he made his way through the blast area, the temperature had dropped dramatically enough to be safe for him. So in the eyes of the other party, before the flames dissipated, he rushed out of the sea of fire.

Mu Yuan frowned. This is really not just a casual talk. His raw water quicksilver is invincible, because no matter how small particles these raw water quicksilver are shattered, they are still under the control of his divine sense, and as long as he has a single thought, he can gather them again.

But if it becomes a gas under high temperatures, he will never feel it again. It is equivalent to the real loss of this part of the raw water quicksilver.

In the future, if he continues to cultivate, he will be able to refine more raw water and quicksilver to replenish. But in battle, you can't replenish it.

This move is lost in his unclear approach to the other party. Fortunately, under this blow, he did not lose much raw water and quicksilver, not even a percent.

Gruwei had already rushed to Mu Yuan's hundred paces away, and at this time, he stopped suddenly, a sneer appeared on his stiff face.

As long as you reach this distance, few opponents can escape and die.

The real threat was not him, but the hundreds of fist-sized copper balls that he shot out of the cannon holes above his head along the way, which had densely surrounded these four directions. There is no way for the other party to escape!