Among the messy boulders deep in the valley, nine figures slowly walked out, all of them were powerful human saint masters of different shapes.
The one who spoke was the leader. He was nine feet tall and had a burly build. He only wore leather armor and held a mountain ax that was taller than the others. His exposed muscles were bronze, with bulging torso knots and eye-catching tattoos. The "yellow bird" totem.
The young master of the barbarian tribe, Su Hu, is the second strongest person under the great saint of the barbarian tribe, and is in the middle realm of human saints.
"I lost!"
Ulan straightened up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Hahaha……"
Sudo laughed, his thick eyebrows, big eyes and wide mouth trembling: "I heard that only one human saint came to Linqiu City to die. Could it be that he is infinitely close to the great saint? Or is there a group of human saints secretly? How could Wu let Wu Sister Lan is so miserable."
The other eight human saints laughed one after another.
Wulan looked at everyone and said seriously: "There is only one person, the first stage of human sainthood!"
Suhu and the eight alien human saint masters stopped smiling, and Suhu said angrily: "Are you kidding me? According to ancestor legend, all humans below the ancient emperor are weak, and only those above the ancient emperor who practice ancient Taoism can open up the ancient emperor. Heaven and earth must be particularly strong. Otherwise, how could our race be suppressed by the human race for countless years?
Human saints in the same realm cannot defeat us. How can a human saint in the first realm defeat you? You must be kidding! "
The more he talked, the more excited he became: "We are here to open up the best part of the seven hundred thousand miles of human race. As long as we break a small formation, everything will be easy..."
Wu Lan said seriously: "The guarding saint of Linqiu City is born with divine power. He uses the Fangtian Painting Halberd. Each halberd weighs millions of kilograms. It is stronger than the barbarians and the witch clan of the ten clans! And his Tao The pattern is very strange, I think... it looks like the pattern of the ancestors of the Wu Clan and the Shenwu Tribe! This person is not right, the human race is not a fool, he must have sent the strongest human saint to protect this place!"
Sudo and the other nine people were silent.
The most precious quality of most alien races compared to humans is that they don't have too many tricks and arrogance. They are seriously considering Ulan's words.
After a while, Sudo said: "Tomorrow, we will attack at Tatsuki. We will take turns to fight him first, lure him out of the formation, and then work together to kill him. If this person is very smart and does not want to go too far out of the formation, then we will use the weakest side of the human race... …”
He said with great pride: "Spells! A human saint, who has not reached the Ancient Emperor Realm, does not know spells! Killing this person with spells will definitely make him despair!"
And we must prevent those three perverts Linglong, Lin Xiutian and my brother from taking action, and we must not let them take the lead! "
"good!"
…
Inside the city.
Xin Zhuo once again blessed the formation and re-examined the feasibility of draining the bones of those warriors who lived thousands of years ago.
When he returned to the top, the craftsmen of the Governor's Mansion were already rushing to repair the courtyard. When they saw him coming back, they knelt on the ground as if they were seeing a god.
In the house, Lu Zhiruo, Song Xinruo, Murong Bo and He Jiuhe had already served snacks and put out foot-washing water.
Xin Zhuo sat cross-legged, put his feet comfortably into the tub, and asked, "How's the front going?"
He Jiuhe said quickly: "Back to the saint, now the formation has been activated. The ancestors of each family and more than 130 disciples totaling more than 100,000 have gone to guard the front line of Baizuyuan. Once the aliens attack, there will be a report. "
"very good!"
Xin Zhuo lay down lazily.
He Jiuhe hesitated for a moment and asked boldly: "Sage, can we stop him?"
Xin Zhuo opened his eyes and looked at this person. He Jiuhe was sweating profusely when he looked at him. He knelt down and said, "I heard that there are ten major alien races on the other side, tens of millions of ethnic groups, all above the Earthly Immortal Realm. We are outnumbered and outnumbered. We..."
Xin Zhuo smiled and said, "I'm here, and the small formation won't be broken!"
The four of them looked at each other, and a warmth flowed through their hearts. The saint's words were like reassurance.
[However, if the protective formation is not destroyed, people will die. I cannot completely guarantee your safety! 】
Xin Zhuo did not say these words. He thought of the tens of thousands of warriors who were killed when Daluo and Dayan were destroyed.
…
The next day.
The white fish belly has just appeared in the east, and in the streets and alleys of Linqiu City, ordinary people walk on the streets with their bags in hand, buying daily necessities as usual. There is the hawker who carries a load out of the house in order to support his family, and there is also the girl from the brothel who leans on the railing to watch. Worried.
Suddenly, everyone raised their heads.
Just listen to the sound of a vast horn or drum sound between the heaven and the earth. I can't tell what it is, but it is full of chilling and suffocating pressure.
This is not a human instrument!
"The aliens are coming!"
Someone exclaimed, and the whole city was instantly in chaos.
The governor hurriedly led his officers and soldiers to maintain order.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
I saw six "streaming lights" flashing past from high in the sky, heading straight to the south.
…
"Woo——"
The dull sound of the horn came from the south of Linqiu City, those wild places where humans rarely set foot, with a heart-pounding rudeness, violence and pressure.
One hundred and ten thousand human warriors from various major forces, relying on the huge dome-like formation light curtain, stood on the four hundred mile wide ten thousand year formation platform, looking ahead full of tension and hesitation.
After a while, I saw two black lines slowly pressing in from the depths of the wild land.
That's right, it's two black lines,
The one below shows two to three hundred thousand foreigners riding unknown beasts, sitting in strange chariots, wearing strange clothes and looking strange.
The one above is a large number of flying beasts with wings spread high. Sitting on the beasts are aliens with slightly neater clothes and more weird looks. There are even some white-haired, handsome, fair-skinned aliens with wings flying on their backs.
There was still a hundred miles away, and an overwhelming barbaric and murderous aura came towards them.
This was a battle that most warriors had never seen before in their lives. Most of them began to tremble in their hearts, their bodies trembled slightly, and their faces turned pale.
Until those two hundred alien quasi-sages and ten overbearing alien saints who flew high in the sky and soared into the sky appeared.
Everyone, including the Feijian Ancestor, the Spirit Sword Ancestor and the other eight quasi-sages fell into despair instantly!
There are more than two hundred quasi-sages from foreign races.
There are only eight of us!
Ten saints from alien races!
There is only one person in our family!
At this time, the light behind him was shining brightly, and the aura of the Nine-Colored Hunyuan Saint soared to the sky and the earth. A calm but clear voice that everyone could hear said: "Foreign barbarians, lowly races, so what if they are billions ? The human race fought against heaven and earth, and fought against immortals in a decisive battle. How could they ever say defeat?"
One sentence made everyone's blood boil. Yes, the human race has always been weak, but it always stands at the top of the world. Isn't this the glory and greatness of the human race!
The matter has come to this. If we fight today, we will be honored even if we die.
One hundred thousand warriors shouted in unison: "Fight heaven and earth, fight with immortal martial arts, and never give up!"
Xin Zhuo was stunned. He had heard similar words many times. The Jiang family and the Ancient Emperor of the Bitter Sea used to sound awkward and out of place, but now he suddenly understood what the sages said. The state of mind when saying these words is a determination to fight to the end, a tenacity to never give up, and a helplessness of having to fight.
Taking a deep breath, he looked at the ten alien saints outside the formation in front.
Six people are in the middle state of human saints, and four are in the first state of human saints.
What I worried about still happened, there are too many masters.
Can you hold the formation?
Can you go out on your own?
When thousands of tribes attack, how many of these warriors can survive?
The warriors under his command are dead, no one is there to support the formation, the formation is broken, and I am besieged by ten times the saints. Is there any chance of survival?
The people in the caves and mountains of the Holy Land are so cruel!
He proved his talent. He had no intention of becoming their enemy, but he was put into death and hardship countless times, all for strange reasons...
Waiting for one day to stand on the top of the mountain...
"boom……"
Outside the formation, densely packed and boundless alien races began to charge.
I posted the photo in the group. Someone in the family really passed away, but the author didn’t save the manuscript. I’m in debt, alas!
(End of chapter)
