"It's raining!"

The two peaks were still questioning Yuan Xingzi, and suddenly, a six-rank grandmaster exclaimed.

In fact, the low-level martial artists near the teahouse have already dispersed, and when the peak comes, it may set off a fierce battle, and no one dares to stay in place and wait for death.

The martial artists who can come to Baheng City are very shrewd, and they know how terrifying the aftermath of the battle between the strong is.

This six-rank grandmaster is the owner of the teahouse, and he is also a powerful and bloody martial artist in Baheng City.

"Ah...... It hurts, I ...... Woohoo......"

At this time, a low-level martial artist outside the door howled miserably, and his voice was indescribably poignant, like a hungry wolf whose tail had been plucked out alive.

Tick!

Tick!

Tick!

At the same time, raindrops began to leak from the roof of the teahouse.

Perhaps, it wasn't raindrops at all.

It's thunder pulp.

Concentrated into a raindrop-like thunder slurry.

The roof of the teahouse is made of a special raw material, and it is theoretically impossible to be corroded by rain for 300 years.

But in the blink of an eye, the roof was already like a colander, and the original scattered raindrops were dripping densely at the moment.

The dripping raindrops seeped into the cracks in the ground, and then spread out on the ground like stagnant water after a rainstorm.

"Ah...... It hurts......"

The Sixth Rank Grandmaster originally didn't care about these raindrops, and there weren't too many thunder pulps in the teahouse at the moment, in fact, he could dodge it!

But the Grandmaster wants to see what this thing is!

He stretched out his palm and caught two drops of thunder pulp.

Whoa!

However, the thunder slurry landed in the palm of his hand, and the flesh and blood of the Grandmaster were evaporated in an instant, and his palm was directly like a white bone claw, which was shocking.

And those thunder pulps that penetrated into the inside of the palms, like toxins, were still spreading towards the wrists.

The two pinnacles were stunned.

They also took two drops of thunder pulp.

Of course, it was impossible for the thunder pulp to penetrate the pinnacle's body, but it still left two shallow marks on the palms of the two of them.

It hurts, like a pinprick in a needle.

You must know that when you reach the pinnacle of the realm, it is basically impossible to get hurt again.

"Clan Zun, help me, help!"

The Six-Rank Grandmaster screamed.

He didn't expect that in a few blinks of an eye, half of his arm had been corroded into white bones, and his key grandmaster qi and blood couldn't stop the corrosion of the thunder pulp at all.

It's good to die or not, Grandmaster Liu Pin didn't pay attention, and a few drops of thunder slurry fell on his shoulders.

Suddenly, an extremely decent teahouse owner called the same as a condemned prisoner.

Pain, fear, despair.

All kinds of emotions intertwined, and this grandmaster almost collapsed.

He even thought of what his own death would look like!

Airplanes!

A burst of qi and blood popped out from the top of the peak, accurately covering the wound of the sixth pin.

It's a pity that it can only inhibit the spread of the thunder pulp, but it can't help the six products recover at all, and there is an even worse situation.

The roof of the teahouse has been completely pierced, and as a few pieces of scarred debris fell, there was no shelter over the teahouse.

Although the Six-Rank Grandmaster is a Grandmaster, the thunder pulp is as dense as raindrops, and there is no place to dodge.

Frightened, he hurriedly refined his own defensive demon weapon.

The Yangxiang clan living in Baheng City is either rich or expensive, and they all have their own life-saving things.

Not topped.

No one wanted to see it, and the defensive demon weapon that could even withstand the eight-rank bombardment was shattered in an instant.

"Help...... Honorable Clan, save me...... Help......"

A terrible roar resounded across the earth, and a dignified six-grade grandmaster was smashed by the thunder slurry in this way, and in the end, his qi and blood could not support the air, and his body fell straight to the ground.

In fact, the ground is the real hell compared to being in the air.

The thunder pulp has formed a layer of stagnant water, and a warrior can't even withstand the thunder pulp as small as a drop of water, let alone the whole person soaked in the thunder pulp.

The two pinnacles were dumbfounded.

It's not that they didn't save the six products, but they didn't use it at all.

Even if it is the qi and blood of the pinnacle, the thunder pulp can slowly penetrate it, and the pinnacle can only delay the fall of the thunder pulp, but there is no way to completely stop it.

"Uh...... I don't want to die......"

"Clan save me, clan save my life, I don't want to ...... Uh......h It hurts......"

"Clan Honor, kill me, please kill me, I can't stand it...... Kill me......"

In a few seconds before and after, a Liupin with a strong desire to survive was already begging for death.

And more than half of his body has become Sensen white bones, and even most of his internal organs have been evaporated by the thunder pulp.

There is only pure thunder pulp on the ground, which can be said to be very clean.

Although the fate of this grandmaster was miserable, there was surprisingly not a little blood.

The power of the thunder pulp is so powerful that even the blood can evaporate directly.

Bang!

A pinnacle flicked his fingers and killed this sixth product in an instant.

I can't live, and it's better to die an easier death than to continue to suffer.

He is a grandmaster, and because of his deep qi and blood, he can't die for a while, and it's a good thing to die early.

"I'll take a look!"

The four-armed clan flicked his sleeves, and his body ascended straight to the sky like an arrow.

And the other Yang Xiang Clan's top guard Yuan Xingzi, his face was dark, and he gritted his teeth:

"Say, does this thunderstorm have anything to do with you?"

This peak rushed down and pinched Yuan Xingzi's neck.

"You are the Golden Bamboo Cave of the Yang Xiang Clan, the peak that broke through only 17 years ago, and the youngest peak of the Yang Xiang Clan!"

Although Yuan Xingzi was pinched by the neck, he already had that painless and non-itchy smile on his face, which was very weird and gloomy.

"I'm Jinzhudong, who the hell are you? What is this thunderstorm?"

Jin Zhudong gritted his teeth.

He couldn't kill this old brute until he figured out the truth.

"17 years ago, when you just broke through to the pinnacle, you once killed 6 ninth grades, 32 eighth grades, and seven grades of Shenzhou Daomen, and you didn't even bother to kill them.

"Do you remember this past?"

Yuan Xingzi asked calmly, and there was no emotion in his tone.

"Shenzhou Daomen?

"Hmph, killing the Tattooless Clan is like stepping on an ant, and I won't remember these trivial things at all!"

Jin Zhudong sneered.

"On the eve of your breakthrough in the Nine Grades, you have not yet had the opportunity to be completely at the top, and you have created a monstrous slaughter in the Daomen, but I have always remembered this account.

"Back then, I was the only one who escaped!"

Yuan Xingzi's tone was neither sad nor joyful, as if he was telling a story of the past to future generations.

"It turned out to be you, I remembered. ”

Jin Zhudong was stunned, and then suddenly smiled contemptuously.

There is such a past.

"Jinzhudong, you should have paid attention to the war between Cangjian and Shenzhou.

"He originally planned to use the Extreme Dao Soul Cannon to destroy a city in Shenzhou, but I had already modified the crosshair array to Baheng City.

"If you know the Extreme Dao Soul Cannon, you should know what Baheng City is facing.

"The Yang Xiang Clan wants to make peace with the Eight Clans of the Wet Realm, you are simply dreaming, even the short-term peaceful zone of Baheng City is not allowed to exist. ”

Yuan Xingzi still looked at the Golden Bamboo Cave with a pair of eyes similar to those from hell.

"What...... Extreme Creature Cannon...... Damn ......"

At this moment, Yuan Xingzi was cold.

Right!

The chill of Sen Sen almost froze every pore of his body.

The killing of the Extreme Dao Soul Cannon, the pinnacle can't stop it at all.

If what this Stripless Clan said is correct, then Baheng City will stain living beings except for the Grandmaster.

Damn it.

How could the demon weapon possessed by Cang Ji be tampered with by this old beast.

This waste deserves to be killed.

......

Looking down from the sky of Baheng City, at a glance, the warriors all over the ground were rolling, and the miserable howls came and went, which was terrifying.

And more of it, it's still a white bone that can't be seen at a glance.

There was a lot of thunder slurry at the gate, and the warriors couldn't escape.

The bustling Baheng City suddenly became a purgatory of bones.

The first batch of thunder pulp has come to an end, and some places have not been contaminated by the thunder pulp, so many warriors have survived.

But the warriors who survive are more painful and frightened than those who die.

In the center of the canopy, the eight clans all rushed over.

After all, Baheng City is not far from the Holy Land of the Eight Clans, and the Absolute Peaks can come over quickly.

Eight peerless peaks, more than thirty ninth-grade martial artists, and dozens of eighth-rank martial artists all looked at the ground with shocked faces.

They have tried, and they have fought for it, but they can't stop the thunder pulp at all.

The catastrophe came so suddenly that no one could have expected it.

Due to the collapse of countless houses, at this time, looking down from the sky, the ground of Baheng City was shrouded in a layer of strange patterns.

"What the hell is going on!"

Qingchudong had just rushed over from the Holy Land, and he was already numb with shock.

"It's the Thunder Clan's Extreme Soul Cannon.

"Qingchu Cave, give everyone an explanation, why the Extreme Dao Soul Cannon used to deal with the earth fell to Baheng City!"

The pinnacle of the Cyborg Clan gritted his teeth.

Originally, the Steel Bone Clan was at odds with the Yang Xiang Clan, and now he suspected that the Yang Xiang Clan was plotting against the other seven clans.

You must know that the martial artists who are qualified to live in Baheng City are either rich or noble, and most of them are the descendants of the Absolute Peak and the Nine Grades.

A city, more than half of them died in an instant, this is simply picking their skin.

Cang Ji was attacking Shenzhou, and the Yang Xiang Clan was still hyping up the Extreme Dao Soul Cannon just now, so the pinnacle of the Eight Clans was clear.

Moreover, the Yangxiang clan loves to show off, and Qingchu Cave also invited the strong people of the eight clans to watch the destruction of Shenzhou.

The car overturned.

But I didn't expect that Cang Ji, a brute, would actually harm Baheng City.

Although the martial artists here are not strong, they are a group of people who can affect the stability of the Eight Clans.

"Qingchu Cave, give an explanation!"

The pinnacle of the Palm Clan also looked angry.

Ying Guanming was just killed by the Divine Martial Artist, if it wasn't for the bewitchment of Cang Disease, how could he go to wade into troubled waters.

The cunning Yang Xiang clan has never had a good heart.

"It's a conspiracy of Shenzhou, this beast infiltrated Baheng City in advance, and he tampered with Cangji's crosshair array.

"The living cannonball that was supposed to fall on Shenzhou has now descended on Baheng City.

"Don't be fooled, Shenzhou has ill intentions and wants to arouse the hatred of the eight clans. ”

At this time, Jin Zhudong pinched Yuan Xingzi's neck and hurriedly flew into the void.

He had to give an explanation to the crowd, or it would lead to a big war.

If it weren't for the civil war of the Eight Clans, the earth would have been occupied by the Yang Xiang Clan long ago.

"I'm going to stop firing now!"

Qing Chu Dong clenched his fists fiercely.

No wonder.

No wonder Yuan Longhan is that brute, he is not afraid.

It turned out that he had been calculating for a long time.

Cang Disease, this idiot, has harmed the Yang Xiang Clan!

"Hey, hey, there's no chance.

"As long as Cang Ji triggers the Extreme Dao Soul Cannon once, the remaining two times, he won't be able to be the master!"

Yuan Xingzi raised his head.

Although he was pinched by the neck and was dying, his speech was clear, and his two pupils were clear and firm.