Night falls.
Deep in the dimly lit Baizu Abyss, in a stone canyon that stretches for hundreds of miles, ten people from the Barbarian Suhu tribe and the Xingyue tribe Ulan sat cross-legged.
The injuries of Sallowfish and Hu Tu improved a bit after taking the clan's holy medicine, but their faces were still a little pale and their whole bodies were numb.
All ten of them had gloomy faces with a bit of decadence.
"Grandpa, did we win?"
A barbarian young master, hired by a slave, quietly approached from a distance.
"Get out!" Sudo was furious.
The young master took a few steps back and said, "Are you cruel to me? Sooner or later, I will defeat you!"
He took his slave Sayazi and ran away.
Sudo then looked at the other nine people. The tattoos on their bodies were dazzling and bright, which only appeared when he was angry, and said: "Li Yili!"
He clapped his fingers and said: "This person can cross the border and defeat any one of us; this person's natural divine power is as powerful as the Shenwu Clan; this person's sacred pattern is as powerful as the Wu Clan; this person's martial arts magical power is stronger than all of us; this person He knows magic and is more powerful than us; this person possesses the divine water of heaven and earth that human masters stole from our ethnic group; this person..."
"Stop talking!" Ulan waved his hand, "If you say anything else, I'm going home. I don't want to fight!"
Sudo's eyes widened and he scolded: "Cowardly woman!"
Wulan smiled bitterly: "I finally understand why the big shot in the human race sent him here. He is a monster. I'm afraid he is a genius who is very favored by the martial arts among the human race. Everyone is looking for him, and all the good things are given to him!"
Black Tallow Fish said: "How about we instigate rebellion against this person and send you to marry him!"
"Fart!" Ulan was furious, "The human race has oppressed our Xingyue Clan for a hundred thousand years, and even the Holy Lord of the Xingyue Clan was killed by them. If I don't avenge this, I would rather die!"
The eyes of the tallow fish flickered and he said: "Go and invite Linglong of the Snow Wing Tribe, Lin Xiutian of the Qinglin Tribe, and Xue Xing of the Barbarian Tribe. This time, the thirteen Saints of the Ten Tribes conquered the Hundred Tribes Abyss. This is the order of the ancestors. The three of them are all geniuses who have drank the blood of gods, and they are still cultivating in secret."
"Need not!"
Suhu looked to the north: "We haven't lost yet, we just made a mistake. We just wanted to kill this guy, but we didn't think about breaking the formation. The human race fought against the hundreds of races, and there were not enough manpower. They had no reinforcements. We, the ten races, There are 60 million tribesmen. As long as they charge into the formation, none of the 100,000 warriors under his command will survive. As long as the formation is broken, it will not be difficult to kill him!
And if he dares to come out of the battle, we will kill him and see what happens to him! "
…
In the small formation of "Hundred Clans Abyss", densely packed warriors looked sad and were carrying the corpses of their fellow disciples to give them a barely decent funeral.
Not far away, within two hours, a large row of simple sheds were built. In the largest room in the middle, Feijian Patriarch and other eight quasi-sages and Xin Zhuo were sitting cross-legged.
Lu Zhiruo, four people and Xiao Huang stood aside to wait.
"In today's battle, the saint showed great power, so congratulations!" The great monk of Bodhi Temple, Quasi-sage, clasped his palms together, his face full of flattery.
Xin Zhuo glanced at him: "Speak humanly!"
The great monk smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, back to the saint, today we killed 8,000 people and injured 12,000..."
Feijian Ancestor and Lingdao Ancestor's faces were extremely ugly. They all knew what this meant.
This kind of casualty ratio is really terrifying, and on the premise that the saints drove them away with one against ten, how could they withstand it if they fell into a continuous bloody battle?
As long as ten days pass, he will be damn dead.
Feijian Ancestor hesitated for a moment: "Perhaps there is no need to be so pessimistic. Most of those who died today were low-level disciples, and the rest are all elite disciples above Earth Immortal. Maybe things will be better in the future."
Ancestor Xuance sighed: "The ten major alien races have at least tens of millions of people, all of them are beast-like alien cultivators!"
The Spirit Sword Ancestor asked Xin Zhuo cautiously: "Can the saint kill all those ten alien saints? It will be much easier to handle if there is no leader."
Everyone looked at it one after another. Although this thing sounded outrageous, the saint's great power today gave them a lot of confidence.
Xin Zhuo said calmly: "No!"
Those who can reach the saint level, no matter what race they are, even if they are a piece of cake, they cannot be fools. If they cannot be beaten, they can run away, or ten people will beat them up.
He was sure of defeating a few of them. If he wanted to kill them all, he was just kidding.
Everyone was silent.
Xin Zhuo added: "Tomorrow, pull out my killing weapons and spiritual beasts, and try again."
With that said, Xiao Huang's figure flashed and disappeared from the place.
When he reappeared, he had already reached Linqiu City. The city was brightly lit with thousands of lights, but it was full of pessimism and desolation. Today's war in the south was clearly felt here.
Ordinary people are as weak as a flock of lambs to foreigners. They have no confidence.
Xin Zhuo watched silently for a while, then flashed again and arrived in the small formation space.
After the formation is activated, the evil spirit and will-o'-the-wisps become more intense, like ghosts on earth.
He walked to the Bagua table in the middle, sat down cross-legged, and calmed down a little.
To be honest, I don’t know how the aliens will attack tomorrow, and how long the warriors under my command can withstand it.
The essence of this small formation is that he, the guarding saint, controls the main formation, and the warriors under his command support the formation. If the warriors under his command are defeated another day and no reinforcements arrive, then this small formation can only be held by him alone. He must You waste most of your energy on blessing, and it may not be a good blessing.
The practice plan is a bit taken for granted!
No! It also depends on how much zhenqi can be captured today and the progress of practice. If he can be promoted to the human-sage realm in a short time, everything is promising.
At that moment, when Wang Yuejing was summoned, the surface of the well changed——
[...Note: The spirit-sacrifice deeds belong to three hundred thousand-year-old warriors, and you can grab them! 】
It means that today, one hundred thousand aliens were killed, and three hundred ancient warriors can be combined to absorb their cultivation and true energy.
Xin Zhuo felt a little excited, stretched out his hand and grabbed it!
"Whoosh——"
In the withered bones that looked like an abyss in all directions, three hundred bodies were suddenly forcibly seized with a large amount of remaining pure energy, and then lost their luster and hardness in the blink of an eye.
This energy quickly entered his body.
Xin Zhuo immediately started to use his mental method, receiving it bit by bit, introducing it into the sea of alchemy, leading to the limbs and bones, and then converted it into his own true energy, flowing into the five holy gates, and matured bit by bit.
Half an hour later, I opened my eyes, feeling a little disappointed and understanding.
The remaining true energy of three million warriors from thousands of years ago is, after all, a remnant, and it can provide too little.
He estimated that it would take about thirty times of this amount to break through to the human-sage realm.
In other words, 2.9 million aliens still need to be killed? Or kill some high-level aliens?
How long will this take? Can the warriors under my command still withstand it?
What he didn't know was how difficult it was to cultivate the holy realm. It would take a normal person a hundred years or more to go from the initial realm to the middle realm, and even an outstanding true saint would need a hundred years or more. Some people even spent their entire lives in this realm, unable to make any further progress.
It is not empty talk that the higher one goes in cultivation, the more difficult it becomes. If not, wouldn’t there be masters everywhere in the world? Which great sage has not lived for more than five hundred years?
To let people know that you can still practice like this, you have to go crazy.
…
At dawn, the foreign horns sounded again.
The human warriors already had experience, and under the leadership of Feijian Ancestor and others, they were beating drums and waiting.
However, after a moment, all the warriors were stunned——
(End of chapter)
