Outside Xicheng County, the Hanzhong Army camp.

Since the autumn rain turned into a torrential rain, Zhang Xiu, who stayed in the camp, has been restless, and there is always a feeling that a crisis is imminent. However, when he wanted to carefully experience this crisis, Zhang Xiu always failed to grasp the essentials.

The Yin God was trapped in the body of this zombie, and he Zhang Xiu couldn't use it because he had many magical powers.

But at the moment of life and death, on a whim, as long as he is a monk, he has some feelings.

In the evening, a fellow disciple came out of his body and suddenly rained into the barracks, but the news he brought made Zhang Xiu furious.

It turned out that this autumn rain was completely artificial, and it was the little boy named Zhuge Kongming who specially recruited him, ready to use the power of the thunder in the rainstorm to destroy him Zhang Xiu. Why is this so much hatred, so Zhuge Xiao'er wants to use thunder to destroy him Zhang Xiu?

The moment Zhang Xiu knew the news, the whole person was not good.

Gritting his teeth in his heart and not mentioning it, Zhang Xiu panicked, and prepared to take more than 300 zombies under his command and move to a cave to take refuge. This is a man-made thunder tribulation, and he Zhang Xiu can no longer use the method of puppet zombies to dodge it.

However, Zhang Xiu couldn't get away in the end; As soon as he stepped out of the barracks, Zhang Xiu found the flickering thunder in the clouds and rain.

"Thunder came so fast!" Zhang Xiu gritted his teeth.

(If zombies still have teeth, of course.) ）

At this time, it is obviously too late to find a place to hide.

At this moment, Zhang Xiu was really panicked and really angry.

If he could give Zhang Xiu a day, no, even if it was only half a day, he would be sure to avoid this thunderstorm. But now, the thunder is about to come down, and he, Zhang Xiu, has no time to find a place to hide.

In addition to resisting the thunderstorm, he Zhang Xiu had no other way.

The rain was still pouring down, and thunder was flashing in the clouds.

Seeing that a thunderbolt was about to split down, Zhang Xiu couldn't care about anything else at this time, and under the command of consciousness, a zombie with missing arms and legs suddenly rushed out of the tent; With a jump, in mid-air, this zombie took the initiative to carry the thunder that fell from the sky.

A ball of fire, a loud "boom", this anti-thunder zombie instantly ashes.

The thunder was unabated, and there were still traces of electric sparks flickering in the rain on the ground nearby.

At this time, the thunder in the clouds seemed to have discovered something, and one after another lightning quickly slashed down one after another, and the target was the camp of Zhang Lu's army, or rather, it was Zhang Xiu's place.

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In the handsome tent, Zhang Lu and Yang Song were still complacent about killing three birds with one stone, and the two of them were happy. However, the thunder flickered outside the tent, and the moment the thunder struck the camp, Zhang Lu's whole person felt bad.

"It's not good, Zhang Xiu and his zombies, if they don't do it, they will be wiped out!"

As a descendant of the Heavenly Master Dao Zhang Sect Patriarch, although Zhang Lu is not a monk, he also knows many rumors in the monk world. Not to mention anything else, Zhang Xiu and his zombies are the most unsightly thunder! Others don't know this, how can Zhang Lu not know?

Zhang Lu's face turned pale, and with Yang Song, who didn't know why, but was horrified, he stood at the door of the handsome tent and watched.

In the camp of the Hanzhong Army, the soldiers were a little noisy, if it weren't for the heavy rain, it was very likely to cause the camp to roar.

The thunder continued to bombard the camp of the Hanzhong army, and the soldiers did not know why, so they naturally subconsciously thought about whether they did something angry and resentful, otherwise why would their Hanzhong army be struck by lightning?

The soldiers were panicked, and although there was no camp roar, some frightened soldiers ran out of the camp and disappeared into the rain.

In the rain, Zhang Xiu was full of anger, but he was very desperate. In just over ten breaths, nearly half of the more than 300 soldiers under his command had been struck by lightning. Moreover, the thunder in the clouds seems to be endless, and there is a tendency to increase.

"The remaining hundred or so puppet zombies don't seem to last long!"

"Could it be that today is really my Zhang Xiu's death day!"

Zhang Xiu was unwilling, but in the face of the thunder that kept chopping down, he was powerless to return to the sky. Many of the puppet zombies under his command were able to single-handedly take on the martial artists of the Condensation Realm, but now they were turned into ashes under the lightning tribulation. Zhang Xiu's heart hurts, but more often than not, he still knows that he will not escape death.

When these puppet zombies are consumed, who can carry the thunder tribulation for him?

When the time comes, a thunderstorm will fall on his head, and he will surely die!

The thunder continued, and a zombie with one jumped into the air to block the thunder tribulation for Zhang Xiu.

Even if you buy an extra moment of survival, it's good, isn't it?

One by one, the zombies turned into ashes, and Zhang Xiu was heartbroken and desperate.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiu's anger soared in his heart.

"Zhuge Xiao'er, since you want to kill me, then don't think about it well!"

At this moment, Zhang Xiu seemed to have figured it out and roared at the sky.

Then, one by one, the zombies no longer jumped up to meet the thunder, but scurried around the barracks, looking for those camps with many soldiers to get into, and then, the thunder followed closely and slashed over.

Soon, a tent was split into a torch.

Under heavy rains, these torches naturally went out quickly. However, those soldiers in the camp tent can still have half of the coke left if they are lucky, and those who are unlucky will naturally follow the zombie to ashes.

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This is Zhang Xiu's ruthlessness!

Since you Zhuge Xiao'er want to destroy me, I, Zhang Xiu, will not make you feel better even if I die!

Thunder to destroy zombies, it is justified, not to mention meritorious, but it must be faultless.

But what about innocent soldiers?

That's a proper sin!

Thousands or even tens of thousands of soldiers have been affected, can you Zhuge Xiaoer carry this sin?

On the front foot, the thunder robbed me Zhang Xiu, I'm afraid that the back foot will find you Zhuge Xiao'er!

"Hahaha, even if I, Zhang Xiu, die, I can drag the enemy to die together, how fortunate I am!"

In the midst of wild laughter, Zhang Xiu was split into ashes by the last few thunderbolts.

The Heavenly Master Dao corpse cultivation lineage, a generation of grandmaster Zhang Xiu, fell.

What remained in Zhanglu's camp was more than a hundred ruins, washed away by the rain.

At the door of the handsome tent, seeing this scene, Zhang Lu's heart was dripping blood.

He didn't care that tens of thousands of soldiers were affected into ashes, nor did he care that the morale of the soldiers was hit to a low point, his heart hurt that Zhang Xiu and his zombies were split into ashes by the thunderstorm!

Without zombies as help, how could he carry Liu Bei's Guan, Zhang, and Zhao?

Without Zhang Xiu's assistance, how could he Zhang Lu counterattack Xichuan Liu Zhang?

Without Zhang Xiu and his zombies, would he Zhang Lu still be able to happily gain a foothold in Hanzhong?

At this moment, Zhang Lu felt that the future was uncertain!