On the saint's monument, the countdown has turned into a moon shadow, three feet long, rotating slowly. Every inch it rotates, it becomes shorter by one minute. When the moon shadow completely disappears, the time is up!
Xin Zhuo stood in front of the saint's monument, with the Tianwu Sword inserted beside him.
He didn't know what he was thinking. He was not a good man. He just felt that his own fate, the fate of Zhao Yizhu, the fate of his fellow disciples and the fate of thousands of warriors must not be teased like this.
In particular, this may be a forbidden area for Da Luo. Old Ghost Dongfang is a master of Da Luo and has a close relationship with the Jiang family.
I'm very unhappy!
"Shashasha..."
One after another, warriors fleeing for their lives rushed towards them one after another, breathing rapidly and feeling uneasy.
They had already received a notice from Nangong Wentian and others. For them who had no way to escape, this was like a lifeline from heaven. Regardless of whether it was unrealistic or unreliable, they had no choice. Instead of being killed, it was better to arrest them. Try this life-saving straw.
Therefore, they carefully gathered around Xin Zhuo.
Later, more and more people came from eighteen sects, other sects and casual cultivators from far away places, men, women, old men, old women...
I don't know who bowed to Xin Zhuo first, and then everyone paid homage.
Until Nangong Wentian, Zhang Jiuying and others arrived, Zhao Yizhu also fluttered in white clothes and landed beside Xin Zhuo, and almost all the living people in the thousands of miles of mountains and forests had arrived.
It's just that there are less than 200 people. Thinking about the more than 2,000 people at the beginning, now there is only one out of ten. The warriors pursue extraordinary power, but the mortality rate is so high that it is even unreasonable.
"Junior brother..."
Nangong Wentian approached carefully.
Xin Zhuo waved his hand to stop him, turned around and looked into the distance, where twelve figures were slowly approaching——
Bai Zong, Tianxie Qiya, Guiqing Sanyangnu and Kedun, Deng Shanling, Nie Shenghuan, Chen Changsheng, Wu Yingyue, Mo Gong Xiaoluban and others.
The twelve figures were all full of murderous intent, as if they were walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and their eyes were still filled with the rage after killing countless people.
"Senior Brother Xin!"
"Please ask Master Xin to make the decision!"
The remaining two hundred people were almost scared out of their wits and slowly leaned behind Xin Zhuo.
Zhao Yizhu also stood beside Xin Zhuo and looked at him: "Ah He?"
Xin Zhuo said nothing, just looked at the twelve people opposite.
Qi Ya, Deng Shanling and the other twelve people glanced at the dwindling countdown and the group of warriors on the Saint Monument, and then looked at Xin Zhuo, with a trace of doubt on their faces.
They couldn't hide the fluctuations of fighting in the ninth level of Lingtai. They naturally knew about the deaths of Xie Wujiang, Feilai and Ximen Chuiyu. Xin Zhuo ordered to notify all remaining warriors to gather at the Saint Monument, and they did not stop them.
They just thought that Xin Zhuo, the 16th Lingtai Ninth Level Master, should have used lies to deceive all the remaining warriors into gathering together and then catch them all in one fell swoop.
To be honest, this is a clever idea!
It would be very difficult if the remaining warriors were allowed to run around.
But at this time, Xin Zhuo had no intention of taking action, which was very puzzling.
"Congratulations to Junior Brother Xin for entering the ninth level of Lingtai!"
Bai Zong took two steps forward with a spring-like smile on his face. He could not tell that he had killed many warriors before, including his fellow sect members, nor could he tell the dirty things between him and the headmaster Daozhen before entering the forbidden area. He said calmly : “If we don’t take action now, when will we wait?”
The faces of the only two hundred warriors left around all changed drastically. They subconsciously retreated and looked at Xin Zhuo in surprise.
Xin Zhuo did not have any mood swings, but said to everyone calmly: "Destroy the Saint Monument and everyone can get out. This is the last chance, believe me!"
The expressions on the faces of the two hundred warriors softened slightly, and they subconsciously looked at the Saint Monument.
The expressions of the twelve Bai Zong people turned gloomy.
To them, Xin Zhuo's words were pure nonsense. The Saint Monument was the main formation in the Thousand Miles of Mountains and Forests, and it was very important. Once it was broken, no one knew what would happen. If all the warriors here were wiped out, who could bear?
As long as we kill all the warriors and only the last ten are left, we will not be in danger of death and can inherit the inheritance. Why do we believe your false claims? Just ridiculous.
Deng Shanling thought for a while, blinked Shan Feng's eyes and asked, "Can Master Xin have any evidence?"
Xin Zhuo shook his head: "No!"
He really had no basis and couldn't explain it.
"Hahaha……"
Bai Zong seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, laughing up to the sky, and after a while he pointed at Xin Zhuo: "You boy, do you know what I hate most about you? You are self-righteous, you think you are smart, you are always always You look like you are holding a pearl of wisdom, you are respected by thousands of people, you want to be a hero, you want to be the benefactor of the Eighteen Sects!
You never care about the life and death of others. You are so annoying like this. You are such a bastard and a despicable bitch. I want to strangle you to death. "
Xin Zhuo chuckled lightly and did not refute, but just looked at him with a dead look.
This made Bai Zong furious.
"The time is coming. Xin Zhuo is conspiring with us today and is also the person who must be killed. Why bother talking nonsense with him!"
Qi Ya, a young man from the Tianxie Sect who was dressed in wolf skin and full of wildness, jumped into the air and said coldly: "Bai Zong, Nie Shenghuan, Chen Changsheng and Wu Yingyue, you kill Xin Zhuo, and the rest of the people here will be killed with me." …”
"Buzz——"
Before he finished speaking, a dagger covered with cloud patterns lay across the air.
Xin Zhuo looked directly at Qiya and said word by word: "Four people can't do it. It's best for twelve of you to come together. I only give you one chance. You only have the last thirty breaths, so don't waste it."
The surroundings suddenly became deathly quiet!
"Ahe!"
Zhao Yizhu couldn't help but step forward and hold his hand.
Nangong Wentian, Zhang Jiuying, He Lianyou, Su Liuli and other two hundred people were extremely worried at this moment, and they couldn't help but be dumbfounded after hearing this.
A pair of twelve in the same situation?
These twelve are not ordinary Lingtai masters, they are all top masters among the younger generation of both good and evil sects.
How confident is this?
Qiya frowned, as if he found such words very offensive and ignorant, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
The eyes of Deng Shanling, Nie Shenghuan and others became extremely sharp.
"Xin Zhuo, you are so arrogant to death!"
Bai Zong couldn't bear it any longer. The Ancient Ming Jinghong Sword in his hand made a subtle arc, curling up a thousand feet of sword light. With just one hand movement, more than two hundred warriors were frightened.
Xin Zhuo stopped talking, and his body suddenly took on the dazzling spirit of the ninth level of the Lingtai. It was as ferocious as a wild beast, and the tenth level of strength came out without any reservation.
The two hundred warriors behind him could not help but be pushed far away.
Then he jumped into the air, held the Tianwu Sword, and looked directly at the twelve people opposite: "There are still twenty-eight breaths left!"
His eyes became particularly cold and sharp. He, Xin Zhuo, wants to let everyone go today. This has nothing to do with mercy, just because I am happy!
He tried the methods of Xie Wujiang and the others, but these people were not much better than the three of them. He wanted to try his own limit.
His opponents were never the people in front of him.
Qiya, Sanyangnu, Deng Shanling and other twelve people did not want to delay any longer. There was indeed only twenty-eight breaths left. They needed to kill Xin Zhuo and 200 warriors in the shortest time, and they also had to separate The last ten!
This is already extremely urgent.
"kill!"
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Twelve figures rolled up the extremely violent Tai Chi power and surrounded Xin Zhuo. Their killer martial arts and supernatural powers were like the waves of the angry sea, causing hundreds of miles of fluctuations in an instant.
Not far away, Nangong Wentian, Zhang Jiuying and nearly two hundred people retreated again and again, all with expressions of shock and uncertainty. They could no longer understand Xin Zhuo's thoughts, and even felt that it was unreliable!
Only Zhao Yizhu curled the green jade fingers on his right hand, as if to strike at any time.
(End of chapter)
