Wen Wuwei was regarded as the calmest person present. Hearing Mu Zhen's words, the more he listened, the more things were wrong, and he glanced at her coldly.
In the illusion mansion, everyone was shocked and ran out one after another, looking at the courtyard bombarded by thunder and lightning in surprise.
One of the alchemists had some insights. He saw the thundercloud in the sky and his expression was startled: "This... is this the thunder calamity produced when refining the eighth-grade pill?"
Thunder Tribulation of Eight-Rank Pills
Wen Wuwei frowned slightly, turned to the alchemist, and asked, "Are you sure this is Thunder Tribulation?"
"It should be... yes," the alchemist was also a little unsure. "When Bai Changfeng, the master of the medicine gate, broke through the eighth rank, I happened to be near the medicine gate and saw the thunder robbery with my own eyes. The thunder cloud is almost the same, but... the power of this thunder robbery seems to be stronger than it was then."
Therefore, he couldn't be sure for a while.
"Then... Cloud Summit will not be dangerous?"
Jun Tianyue's eyes were full of worry and asked.
"No," the alchemist shook his head, "I heard that the Thunder Tribulation of the Eight-Rank Pill will only bombard those who refine the pill, and will not endanger the people around them."
"Where's the white girl? She is a noble rank, can she withstand the thunder of the Eight-Rank Pill?" Jun Tianyue asked eagerly with a panic expression.
"This... At that time, Bai Changfeng was also an eight-rank pill that was refined after breaking through to the emperor rank. It was difficult to resist thunder and robbery with the body of the noble rank." The alchemist slowly exhaled a turbid breath and shook his head.
"If you don't resist, what are the consequences?"
Jun Tianyue bit her lip.
She was not an alchemist, she didn't know anything about it. What's more, Bai Changfeng had only been an eighth-rank alchemist in the mainland for many years. She had never seen anyone experienced this, so she didn't know.
The alchemist had a meal and said; "The soul is flying away."
Unable to withstand the consequences of thunder catastrophe, it is the soul scattered.
Jun Tianyue's footsteps staggered, and the white face appeared in her mind, her heart was sour, and tears appeared in her eyes.
"No, I have to go and see the white girl, I can feel at ease by seeing her."
"Yue'er, don't be impulsive," Wen Wuwei hurriedly grabbed Jun Tianyue, "If you rush in at this moment, the white girl will be affected. At that time, everything she has to do will become an accident."
Jun Tianyue's footsteps stopped, she clenched her fists tightly, her palms covered with cold sweat.
"Eight-level pill?" Mu Zhen sneered. "If her little girl in her twenties can refine an eight-level pill, then I will be a nine-level pill, haha."
The anger, irritation and tension in Jun Tianyue's heart all turned into a gushing anger, and a punch hit Mu Zhen's chest.
Mu Zhen stepped back, a mouthful of blood poured out, she raised her head in astonishment, Xu Ye didn't expect Jun Tianyue would really do something to her.
Everyone in the fantasy palace was also stunned.
In their minds, the wife is gentle and virtuous, and has never had a moment when she used her hands, but now, she has beaten Mu Zhen in the crowd
"Madam, did I make a mistake? She can't be an eighth-grade alchemist, and it won't be Thunder Tribulation!"
Mu Zhen gritted her teeth, she really didn't know how that girl had brainwashed his wife, so she trusted her...
"what?"
Suddenly a voice came from the void, old and full of momentum: "It's a coincidence that the old man came here. I can actually see someone refining the eighth-grade pill. It seems that besides me, there are other eighth-grade alchemists in this continent. ."