"The people here are obviously not from the same place. Apart from the City of Pain, are there other primitive cities?"

Ling Xiao asked.

It is not easy for the other party to find out the clues while setting up the formation and talking at the same time.

"Sure enough, your Excellency is also a warrior in the original city. You are not wearing a uniform. Could it be that you are a new member?"

Yu Biao said: "In that case, it's easy to handle. Why don't we work together to destroy the last fortress of this city, and then divide the good things together.

There is something called the heart of the world in this city.

It can make the inner world of a warrior quickly grow into a small world."

oh?

Ling Xiao was stunned for a moment, someone would give him a pillow just because he was sleepy.

It's quite interesting that there is such a thing as the Heart of the World.

Just as I was thinking about it, more people gathered.

There were many people, thousands of them.

However, Ling Xiao took a quick look and found that they were basically warriors below the eighth-level divine general.

The strongest one is just an eighth-level God King.

He can handle it.

And it's not difficult.

"Yu Biao, what happened? Do you need me to come over?"

a voice shouted.

"Wu Peng, a master came here. I don't know his identity yet. He killed our people."

Yu Biao turned around and said.

The person who shouted was a warrior with the eighth-level divine king cultivation level.

Wu Peng glanced at Ling Xiao and found that he was just a loser with a sixth-level realm king cultivation level.

He dismissed it.

Just before, Ling Xiao asked Yuan Zun to help him improve his cultivation level in the magic suit.

He was promoted from the sixth-level God King to the sixth-level Realm King.

It has been a long time, and many people can achieve such improvement, so it will not attract the attention of the gods.

Moreover, if he has been stagnant at the sixth level of God King cultivation and is still so good at fighting, it will definitely arouse more people's suspicion.

The gods are not fools either.

It has to be improved a bit to make this panic more realistic.

"No matter who he is, anyone who dares to kill us should die! Kill!"

Wu Peng is much more direct than Yu Biao because his cultivation is much higher than Yu Biao.

After everyone heard Wu Peng's words, they immediately took out their weapons and faced Ling Xiao.

There is only one opponent.

They are not afraid at all.

At this moment, Ling Xiao suddenly smiled.

Although he was smiling, there was a sinister chill in his smile.

"Although the strong are respected! But what I hate most is bullying the weak.

You guys, go to hell.

The holy pattern strengthens the plague bone formation!"

The power of the Plague Bone Transformation Array is not weak in the first place, but it is now strengthened by the Holy Pattern Technique.

That would be even more terrifying.

"ah……"

The shrill screams instantly cut through the silent night sky.

And there’s more than one.

There were hundreds of warriors infected by the terrifying plague at the same time, and their bodies began to corrode rapidly.

They had let the people here taste that kind of pain, and now it was their turn.

The next moment, Ling Xiao's figure disappeared.

A figure was blasted directly into the air and turned into debris.

Screams came and went.

The Plague Bone Formation plus Ling Xiao's own raid.

It became a one-sided killing.

Thousands of people, facing one person, were so helpless.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of people were basically dead.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yu Biao ran away from the beginning.

Ling Xiao didn't bother to catch up. Anyway, he was going in the same direction. Sooner or later, he would kill them all.

At this time, Wu Peng was trampled under Ling Xiao's feet, his face was ferocious, his body was covered with plague, and he was in unbearable pain.

"How many people are there in your five primitive cities?"

Ling Xiao asked coldly.

The other party didn't even have time to refuse, so he felt in a trance and said everything he needed to say.

"The total adds up to at least fifty thousand!"

"How is the strength?"

"Six eighth-level god emperors. As for eighth-level god kings, there are hundreds of them..."

Ling Xiao's eyes were cold.

Such strength is indeed powerful.

No wonder the indigenous people can't hold on.

Han Lei and Yi Ni are only eighth-level divine generals. Even if they have the combat power of an eighth-level divine king, it is of no use.

"What's the situation in the City Lord's Mansion now?"

The City Lord's Mansion is the last fortress of this city.

"The defense is good. We lost a lot of people, but I think we can win it in the next attack."

A cold light flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he didn't dare to delay any longer, so he shot straight through the air.

Like lightning.

As for Wu Peng, he had been completely devoured by the plague, and his whole body gradually turned into withered bones.

Ling Xiao will never let go of anyone he wants to kill.

This time, it's no exception.

The night seems to be almost over.

But for the people in the City Lord's Mansion, it was a torment.

After experiencing repeated attacks, the City Lord's Mansion has reached its limit.

Although the owner of this city spent a lot of effort in building the city lord's palace.

Even some simple formations were arranged.

But it still couldn't stop the fierce attack of five primitive cities and more than 50,000 strong men.

Although they resisted desperately.

But now, everyone has injuries on their bodies, everyone is in a state of embarrassment, and their eyes are filled with pain and despair.

They are very tenacious.

He has repelled enemy attacks countless times.

The corpses of the enemy were almost blocking the city gate.

There are probably thousands of people.

Here, there are even eighth-level god kings and eighth-level god emperors who died!

For the five primitive cities, this kind of loss is really too great.
To be continued...