Tens of thousands of races are at war, and the seven hundred thousand miles of heaven and earth are jointly defended by four major formations - three thousand small formations - and hundreds of millions of sects in the vast area.
The Jiusihai Formation in the South has a total of 722 small formations under its command. News will be sent from each small formation every three days. So far, everything is going well and no small formation has been breached.
But among these small formations, there is an extremely special existence, which is the "Hundred Races Abyss" small formation. This formation was a place suitable for human survival that the human race masters snatched from the alien races. Therefore, it went deep into the alien territory for nearly ten thousand miles and faced ten thousand people. The situation of the big foreign race is so dangerous that it can be called the number one among the three thousand small formations.
It would be a lie to say that the ancestors of the Jiusihai Formation do not pay attention.
However, the colorful patrol eagles sent out to watch these days are always inexplicably beaten to death by a dog. According to reliable sources, it is the little yellow dog next to Xin Zhuo.
Today, a living colorful eagle finally came back and brought news.
This is eye-catching.
Hunyuan Saint Xin Zhuo, known as the number one human saint, is facing the largest alien race. How is he doing now?
"Si Yu, come on."
Hundreds of powerful ancestors in the hall looked directly at the woman. The white-haired old man on the left was the first to ask.
This person exudes wisdom and understanding, and the aura he exudes inadvertently is very terrifying, far surpassing Ye Feiying, Jiang Wen and others. His identity is also very mysterious. He is the second floor owner of Baixiao Tower, that strange existence.
The woman who delivered the news bowed and saluted, and said sternly: "Xin Zhuo has started a war with the aliens today. One person fights ten alien saints..."
There was silence in the hall for an instant, and the air seemed to freeze. To be honest, everyone knew that the "Hundred Clans Abyss" was the most dangerous, but they did not expect that ten human saints would be dispatched at once.
Jiang Wen and Ye Feiying looked at each other and asked, "How does it end?"
The woman named Si Yu said in a slightly trembling tone: "Among these ten human saints, six are in the middle realm of human saints..."
In the main hall, the atmosphere was a bit solemn.
Cui Ying'er's expression changed, she frowned and said, "Is the formation broken? Where is Xin Zhuo?"
The ancestors ranked second on the right, the ancestor Tiangai of the Tianshu Holy Dynasty, waved his sleeves and said with a bit of impatience: "Si Yu, I asked you to split it into three parts in one sentence. What happened?"
Si Yu took a deep breath. She was really in a very uneasy mood at the moment. She was also a human saint and a member of the Baixiao Tower who cultivated the Tao of Calculation. She really couldn't explain the absurdity of the "Hundred Clans Abyss" incident. She was even a little agitated. Suspecting whether there was something wrong with the colorful eagle's eyes, he thought about it and said: "Xin Zhuo first defeated two alien saints in the middle realm within ten breaths, and then used magic to resist eight alien saints. He stretched out his hand and reached the sky. A completely terrifying spell that can summon wind and rain, turn a river over three hundred miles, freeze it for three hundred miles...
The ten human saints of the alien race were no match for his magic and were forced to flee. The alien race suffered over 100,000 casualties! "
In the main hall, it was quiet for the third time.
Some people have mentioned the "Abyss of Hundred Tribes" before, but when talking about it, they kept it secret.
No one cares whether Xin Zhuo dies or lives. There are too many secrets involved.
They had even prepared that once the small formation of "Hundred Clans Abyss" was about to be broken and Xin Zhuo escaped or died, which human saints would immediately attack them. Eight human saints such as Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang from Jiusihai were killed. Transfer back and prepare to take on Bai Zuyuan.
Now this matter...
Is this kid really so evil?
A group of ancestors were surrounded by the Great Sage and the Holy King with surprise, doubt and hesitation on their faces.
Ye Feiying and Jiang Wen took a deep breath and looked strange.
If we ask about the consequences after the scandal caused by Xin Zhuo's mentor, the Medical Emperor, has been revealed, what do they think of Xin Zhuo? Unfortunately, everyone present here is an ancestor of Dongtian from all the major holy places. Who didn't have a few beloved disciples die at the hands of Xin Zhuo? When it comes to him, if we are not immortals and Buddhas, how can we forget our grudges with a smile?
It just happened to be a big war, and Xin Zhuo was fighting for the human race, so no one deliberately mentioned it.
now……
Murong Jingfeng, the holy master of Yuheng Holy Land and a master of the holy king level, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "He is a good boy. He has not insulted the name of Saint Hunyuan and the second master of both magic and martial arts in ten thousand years. However, this matter is still unacceptable. Take your guard lightly and prepare to take over. The saint is always ready to go.”
Cui Ying'er couldn't help but ask: "Why? Is he still dangerous with such fighting power?"
Li Shenqi, the ancestor of the Shaking Light Saint King, was dressed in black and looked like a young man. At this moment, he said calmly: "The ten great human saints of the alien race are not fools, and Xin Zhuo did not really kill them. No one can guarantee whether Bai Zuyuan has Stronger human saints, and don’t forget, there are at least tens of millions of the ten tribes, and Xin Zhuo’s warriors cannot withstand them. Once the casualties are too heavy, the small formation will be in danger!"
Han Qiniang couldn't help but said: "Then why can't we help Xin Zhuo now and send some martial arts masters to protect the formation?"
"Presumptuous!" The old man in front of him was slightly fat, with a rosy face and an unruly aura, but he was scolding him coldly at this moment.
Li Shenqi, the Holy King of Shaking Light, shook his head and pointed to the sky: "The top masters of the foreign races in the south, I am afraid that those who have come here in the past few days are not projections. There are no warriors in the world to send. By then, even you may not be able to get away. Let Xin Zhuo encourages you to do it."
Han Qiniang and Cui Yinger looked at each other and stopped talking.
In the main hall, the conversation quickly changed to talk about defense, and they dispersed after half an hour.
Han Qiniang and Cui Ying'er followed the fat old man out of the palace. Cui Ying'er asked carefully: "Sea Lord..."
The fat old man ignored him and looked at Jiang Wen who was passing by him: "Your son, are you really not worried?"
Jiang Wen paused for a moment, with a tragic expression on his face: "Master Xin Hai, father and son are connected, how can I not care about him? It's just that this son is fighting for the human race, so what can I do? Could it be that I made an exception for him and took him with me to protect him?" "
He said and left with hesitation on his face.
Master Xin Hai silently looked at his back for a long time and then said: "Everyone in the world says that the Jiang family of the Wuxian family on the mountain is mean and ungrateful, but I have seen it today."
"Sea Lord, be careful!" Cui Ying'er reminded in a low voice.
Lord Xin Hai smiled and said: "Don't worry, the mountain is sealed. Those scary old guys and the alien ancestors cannot see the winner here."
The three of them walked down the steps, glanced at the sky, and then went straight to a beautiful high-altitude garden, where they could look in the direction of "Hundred Clans Abyss".
Han Qiniang asked cautiously: "Is what Holy Lord Yuheng said true?"
Referring to Xin Zhuo's situation, it is still not safe.
"real!"
Master Xin Hai said: "Of these old guys, the only one who has no special thoughts about Xin Zhuo is perhaps Murong Jingfeng. Very few of Yu Heng's disciples died at the hands of Xin Zhuo. His son Murong Xiu also followed him in those days. Xin Zhuo has been friends for some time!"
Cui Ying'er said: "Then you really don't care? Xin Zhuo was your grandson in Fulong Mountain back then. Now he has given up the surname Jiang and has always taken your surname."
Lord Xin Hai showed a trace of reluctance and helplessness on his face and pointed to the sky: "Have you seen this foreign desert ship? This is the great wilderness projection technique of the Shenwu Clan and the Wu Clan. It broke through the barriers of 700 small formations and came to consume me. The aura of the Sihai Formation,
Once there is no effect for a long time, I am afraid that there will be Saint King level masters who come across and risk being restrained by the formation to break it!
If Xinzhuo is broken, there is still hope for help. If it is broken here, the seven hundred small formations in southern Xinjiang will be destroyed without attack, and billions of people and warriors will die!
Weighing the pros and cons, I am helpless!
Moreover, Xin Zhuo's danger is not that it has not been eliminated, but that it is even greater. Now that you are not allowed to go, you may not be able to go by then. Once he is injured, there will be no one to replace him.
To take a step back, even if he could be rescued, ten or more saints from the alien race would have already surrounded him and killed him! "
"Then just watch helplessly?" Cui Ying'er asked.
Han Qiniang also said anxiously: "This is not allowed!"
Master Xin Hai's face suddenly turned gloomy, and his voice was very low: "I'm not afraid to tell you frankly. In fact, it doesn't matter if you lose a few small formations, and it can even reduce the pressure. Your real role is to put out fires, not to fight against hundreds of people. Clan Yuan, this is the calculation of the old guys.
Baizuyuan has been abandoned, and the rear has begun to re-deploy new formations. Link the formation here, and you will understand.
There is nothing I can do, Xin Zhuo will die! Unless he can quickly improve his cultivation during this period, how can he withstand the ten major foreign ethnic groups as vast as the sea? Can a hundred thousand warriors withstand it or can he alone? "
Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang's faces turned pale.
(End of chapter)
