"Nine thousand dead, fifteen thousand injured!"
"But there are only 70,000 disciples left."
"Hong Mei, the quasi-sage ancestor of the Xiushan Sect, died in battle!"
In the largest shed, the great monk Zhunsheng of Bodhi Temple was struggling to report the battle losses.
Feijian Ancestor and several other quasi-saints had sad expressions on their faces. It is true that the saint still showed great power today. He defeated the ten great saints of the alien race in three strikes, five and two, and cast powerful spells to drive the alien race away. However, he could not bear the reality of the alien race. Too many.
Ancestor Xuance smiled bitterly and said: "The main reason is...the attack of more than 200 quasi-sages from the alien race is too strong and we can't withstand it. No matter how well-prepared we are, most of the disciples will be killed by these quasi-sages!"
Xin Zhuo put his arms on his knees. The alien man Suhu was already powerful, far superior to his fellow humans, and even a level higher than himself. His arms were a little numb, and he asked: "How many casualties were there among the aliens?"
"a lot of!"
This is the only thing worth cheering up. The great monk of Bodhi Temple said: "We have attacking carriages and spiritual beasts to assist us, and we have killed sixty or seventy thousand of them. The saint who has frozen thousands of miles has killed another seventy or eighty thousand. Today there are fifteen Tens of thousands of aliens died miserably, and if they continue to be consumed like this, it’s okay.”
"There are tens of millions of foreigners." Feijian Ancestor reminded.
The smile on Monk Bodhi's face gradually disappeared.
One hundred and fifty thousand, more than yesterday, but... [Nine Nether Baizhang Ice] and [Wind Calling Rain] killed less today than yesterday. These aliens are too skilled...
"The warriors who died in the battle should be buried alive. The remaining warriors should be comforted and told that if the formation is broken, everyone will die. Whether you die in battle or be tortured and tortured, you choose!" Xin Zhuo waved his hand: "Let's disperse. !”
"Here!"
A kind of quasi-saint gave up and left.
Xin Zhuo signaled that Lu Zhiruo and others did not need to follow, and took Xiao Huang for a stroll, all the way back to the city.
There are more sacrificial spirits that can be captured today than yesterday, and all the remaining true energy of the 487 warriors from ten thousand years ago has been absorbed.
Entry into the Holy Land: 3/30.
He took Xiao Huang out of the underground formation space and flashed to the top of the "White Crane Tower", the tallest building in the city. He put his hands behind his back and silently looked at the night sky behind him.
The "Baizuyuan" small formation had already lost one-third of its lives and injured in just two days!
He didn't know what happened to the other small formations, but he had a hunch that there would be no support here.
So, how to ensure that all the warriors under your command will not die before breaking through to the Human Saint Realm?
If all the warriors are killed before the breakthrough, his cultivation plan will be ruined, and this place will no longer be able to be defended.
Xiao Huang looked up at him: "Master, are you looking to see if those old guys will come to help?"
Xin Zhuo chuckled: "Do you think so?"
"I guess not!" Xiao Huang cursed, "It's unreasonable to defend this damn place with so many people, and it's also unreasonable for the master to be a saint alone. I feel like they are trying to trick us."
Xin Zhuo said nothing.
Xiao Huang sighed and said: "I can summon the psychic demon clan to fight, but I feel that it will not be of much help. There are too many alien clans, and the human warriors cannot accept it, but they will be in chaos."
Xin Zhuo patted his dog's head: "Don't sigh, we only have so little luck, it's easy to run away!"
Xiao Huang nodded: "Okay!"
At this moment, the guard jade tablet around Xin Zhuo's waist suddenly became hot. He subconsciously picked it up and saw a sentence coming from it:
"Which Human Saint is next door? Please help! I am Zhang Baili, the Human Saint of the Bauhinia Holy Land, guarding Luanshi Ya, and the aliens are attacking at night!"
"This thing can still deliver messages?" Xiao Huang stretched out his dog's head, surprised.
Xin Zhuo also thought it was strange and was too lazy to reply.
"Help, help! Although there is only one alien saint on the opposite side, who is equal to me, there are nearly 500,000 people in the tribe, and I only have 300,000 warriors under my command. Too many people have died in battle, and I am really helpless..."
Another sentence came from the jade sign, which seemed to be very urgent.
Immediately, another person sent a message: "I am competing against green bamboos in the purple bamboo forest and guarding the small formation in the white birch forest. I only have quasi-sage cultivation. I can barely resist the aliens with the two pseudo-sage seniors. I am powerless. I'm sorry!"
Zhang Baili of Bauhinia Holy Land: "Two false saints and one quasi-sage? How many warriors do you have under your command?"
Zizhu Linsai Qingzhu: "Two hundred and fifty thousand!"
Zhang Baili of Bauhinia Holy Land: “I can come!”
Zizhu Linxiang Qingzhu: "Don't go, take care!"
Then the writing on the jade plate no longer appeared.
Sai Qingzhu is also nearby?
Xin Zhuo was startled.
"Oh my God! Is this a personnel matter?"
Xiao Huang stared straight at the jade sign and suddenly cursed: "The old guys above are really trying to trick us. The two small formations next door only have one alien and one alien saint, but they have sent hundreds of thousands of warriors. guard.
We are facing ten major alien ethnic groups, tens of millions of alien races, and ten major alien saints here, and we only dispatched a hundred thousand warriors!
To favor one over the other is extremely shameless! "
As he spoke, he said "Hey" and said: "Master, you are so powerful. You don't know the value of the alien saints. You can pick out ten people with ease, which has never been done before in the world. Why don't we go to attack the aliens at night?" Already?"
Xin Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, then he shook his head.
What I need is the compatibility of the immortal thoughts of the withered bones from ten thousand years ago in the small formation to cultivate. If the aliens don't attack, does it count if I run over and kill them? What's more, are there any great saints or saint king-level masters in the different ethnic groups? Once the boat capsizes in the gutter, wouldn't it be caused by waves?
Three mountains have been overthrown, and he, Xin Zhuo, is not arrogant enough to attack the foreign tribes single-handedly and escape unscathed.
…
The third day.
heavy rain.
The aliens once again played tricks. They also made catapults and led a large number of beasts to attack from a long distance. Once Xin Zhuo cast a spell, they turned around and ran away.
However, Suhu and the others and more than 200 quasi-sages stopped taking action and stared at Xin Zhuo at close range. Their mental skills were operating to the extreme, and their auras were overwhelming. They were just waiting for him to come out, and two to three hundred people attacked one person.
Still an old trick, but useful!
The two sides fought for three hours.
The human warriors suffered heavy casualties. Xin Zhuo charged into the battle again and killed seventeen quasi-sages. He was forced back and used the [Nine Nether Baizhang Ice] to retreat from the alien race.
That night, the number of people was counted, and it was found that 5,700 human warriors were killed and 7,000 injured, which was much less than yesterday. Feijian Ancestor and others were greatly relieved.
…
On the fourth day, the alien races made a strange truce.
On the fifth day, there was a truce.
…
On the eighth day, millions of overwhelming aliens rushed in fearlessly, and this time they played tricks again.
Their quasi-sages and saints used the clan's sacred objects as a guide to use their own magical powers to bombard the formation from a distance, which could break the formation and defend Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo could only fight with magic.
There is nothing good to say, only fighting for one's life, protecting the formation and breaking the formation.
…
Truce on the tenth day.
…
Day 29, truce.
…
On the forty-fifth day, the battle began.
…
Day 55.
…
The battle lasted for two hours on the sixty-ninth day.
The aliens retreated.
More than two months.
Outside the formation, corpses were already strewn across the fields, mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, rivers changed their courses, and trees withered.
Within the formation, the tombs stretch for hundreds of miles.
The sky was gloomy.
Lu Zhiruo held a snow-white silk scarf and sat slumped in front of the shed, tears falling down. This silk scarf was a relic of the senior sister with whom she had the best relationship. The senior sister died in battle yesterday and was chopped into pieces by the alien quasi-sage's knife. Nothing left.
Not far away, Murong Bo was holding a corpse, in a daze. The corpse was his aunt, a relative who led him into the Holy Spirit Sword Sect, a Yuan-level Third Forest female cultivator.
Not far away lay a corpse with only half its head left. It was Liang Wu who wanted to rape Song Xinruo when Xin Zhuo arrived at Linqiu City. Although this man was lustful, dandy and bully, before his death, He burst out with the greatest bloodiness in his life, shouted "Humans are invincible", rushed out of the formation, was chopped to death with a sword, and his body flew back into the formation.
In the past two months, there have been countless deeds such as this man's bravery and fearlessness.
They don’t know who they fight for and who they die for. What is the righteousness of the human race? Protect the ordinary people behind you? Either they had to kill or they would die if they didn't. It didn't matter. What mattered was that they fulfilled their oath and refused to retreat until they died!
"Brother Murong!"
At this moment, He Jiuhe, whose face was full of blood, led a group of people closer and shouted: "Senior Murong must be buried with dignity. This is the order of the saint!"
"I don't!"
Murong Bo shouted loudly, "Who are we fighting for? I thought I could achieve great freedom by cultivating supreme martial arts, flying to the sky and escaping to the earth, but what are I doing now? Now we are in this hellish place, dying one after another!
There were 110,000 people when they came. How many are there now? 3,328 people. There are only more than 3,000 people left. If the aliens attack again, they will all die!
Where are the reinforcements from the big shots above? Where are the reinforcements? "
He Jiuhe sighed: "The saint sent someone to ask for help the day before yesterday, you don't know!"
"Fart! Fart!" Murong Bo yelled, "The rocky area next door was attacked by aliens at night two months ago. The next day, three false saints went to put out the fire. This is what a good friend of mine told me. He won't Lie to me, we abandoned it!”
He Jiuhe looked ugly and had nothing to say.
In the past two months, many people have discovered that something is wrong. There shouldn't be so few people in "Hundred Clans Abyss" here.
Murong Bo yelled again: "The front line of Luan Shi Ya's formation is only seventy miles away, but there are 221 sects and families, and three to four hundred thousand warriors. Our formation front line is more than four hundred miles away, and there are only Killing 110,000 warriors, this is unfair! Unfair!"
He Jiuhe opened his mouth, but still had nothing to say.
"At least we killed three million aliens, even death is enough!"
In the shed, the voice of Feijian Ancestor suddenly came.
Murong Bo hugged the body tightly, lowered his head, and cried bitterly.
At this time, someone tapped him on the shoulder. When he raised his head, he found that the saint and seven quasi-sage ancestors had arrived.
Xin Zhuo's face showed a hint of exhaustion, and his right hand was always on Murong Bo's shoulder. In the past two months, he had killed more than 3.2 million aliens, thirty times the number of human warriors. This was indeed good enough, but his words I still can't say anything else.
Of the more than three million aliens, two million died in his hands alone. Among them, more than a hundred aliens were quasi-sages, but they had no sense of accomplishment in their hearts. The emotions of aliens and humans are different, and they are not afraid of death at all. There was no trace of sadness at all, the killing was like killing a chicken, it was just a string of numbers that I couldn't even imagine at first.
Tired of killing, exhausted!
fine.
Distance to Human Saint Middle Realm: 29/30.
Just one last kill left.
In the past two months, those ten people from Sudo were not fools. They would always change their tactics to deal with him, and their purpose was very clear. They would run away if they couldn't be defeated, and then come back again to exhaust all the warriors under his command.
The battle line of four hundred miles is very long, and Xin Zhuo cannot guard it alone. When all the warriors die, the battle will be broken!
The ten alien saints had no formation to suppress them, so they could fight to the death with Xin Zhuo.
And Xin Zhuo's purpose is also very clear, to kill more aliens and seize the sacrificial spirits as soon as possible. Once he enters the realm of human saints, he is sure to kill ten of the opponent's human saints.
This is a bloody rally, and the stakes are human lives!
Human life, this kind of thing, seems to be really worthless now!
"Saint, is there still hope?"
Murong Bo, He Jiuhe and Lu Zhiruo not far away suddenly looked together.
Not only them, but the seven Feijian Ancestors also looked at Xin Zhuo.
There's only one last attack left!
More than 3,000 people guarded the 400-mile front line, unable to stop waves of dead aliens who came one after another. One person is guarding a distance of twenty feet, and he has to hold the array stakes. Once, he will die!
Xin Zhuo was silent for a long time and looked at the snow foam falling from the sky: "I have sent Song Xinruo and three Yuanji masters to the Jiusihai Formation thousands of miles behind to ask for help. We should be able to get back before the aliens attack tomorrow. Reinforcements will surely be brought!”
I thought silently in my heart, fearing that I would disappoint everyone.
When everyone heard this, their mood lifted a little, and a glimmer of hope appeared on their faces.
"saint!"
At this moment, four figures rushed towards them from a distance. The leader was Song Xinruo, but the four of them looked panicked and their faces were as pale as paper.
The hope on the faces of Feijian Ancestor, Spirit Sword Ancestor and others disappeared in an instant.
"How's it going?" Murong Bo looked behind the four people, but there was no one there, and asked in a trembling voice, "Why did you come back so early?"
Song Xinruo and the other four's chests were heaving up and down, and their feet seemed to be very heavy. When they got closer, they said with difficulty and bitterness: "Without reinforcements, we can't even reach Jiusihai!"
"Why?" Feijian Ancestor asked in a deep voice.
A Yuanji warrior's voice trembled: "Nine thousand miles behind, in the Devil's End, which is on par with other small formations, the small formation has been rebuilt, and a large number of warriors are stationed, and we are not allowed to pass!"
"What do you mean? What do you mean?" Feijian Ancestor and Lingdao Ancestor laughed sadly and looked at Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo remained silent and just looked at the Yuanji warrior who was speaking. He knew that this person had not finished speaking.
Sure enough, the Yuanji warrior clasped his fists and said, "They said they need reinforcements, so let the saints move the reinforcements themselves!"
Everything was quiet.
It's snowing heavily, and it's snowing in all directions.
Xin Zhuo stretched out his hand to catch a piece of snowflake. These days, he always felt that the great figures of the human race would not be so short-sighted. The war between ten thousand races was related to the life and death of billions of human races and their homeland of 700,000 miles. Even if he had different thoughts towards himself, he should not I left this place alone, now I understand, it turned out that I was already prepared!
Even if this place is broken, it doesn't matter.
It's really not worth it.
"saint!"
At this moment, a Yuanji master from the small formation in front ran over quickly and said in a deep voice: "The aliens are attacking again! The second time today!"
Two attacks in one day was something that had never happened in the past two months.
Feijian Ancestor, Lingdao Ancestor, Murong Bo and He Jiuhe were startled for a moment, then looked at Xin Zhuo again with complicated expressions.
It doesn't matter what kind of style the foreigners are doing today.
The important thing is that the house is leaking and it rains all night. The decisive battle is today, and life or death can be decided.
Xin Zhuo was silent for a while, stretched out his right hand, and the halberd flew out on its own. He held it tightly and slammed it on the ground, shaking the mountain for a moment, and then said word by word: "Let's go! By the way, take away the people of Linqiu City. "
Ancestor Feijian, Ancestor Lingdao, Ancestor Xuance, Lu Zhiruo, He Jiuhe and others were startled and said in panic: "What do you mean by the saint?"
Xin Zhuo said calmly: "It's enough for me to defend this formation by myself!"
A group of people lowered their heads and gritted their teeth: "I am willing to die with the saint!"
Xin Zhuo glanced at the group of people coldly: "You have done a good enough job in killing more than three million aliens in two months. You have a clear conscience, why should you die? Three breaths, don't leave, kill, three..."
"Saint, why bother!"
The ancestors of Feijian and Lu Zhiruo couldn't help but have red eyes. They had been with the saint for two months. Although the saint was taciturn, he was not domineering or ill-treating his subordinates. Whenever someone died, he would always look at it for a long time and say it silently. The name of the deceased was mentioned, but no one knew why he did this. Moreover, all the treasures collected from foreign races were given away without any cost.
He cherished his subordinates, but he... couldn't help it.
How could we abandon him after sharing life and death for so long?
And they suddenly understood that Hunyuan Saint Xin Zhuo was not the favorite of the big shots, and he was being targeted.
Are these adults crazy?
Such a terrifying saint must be extraordinary in the future.
"two……"
There was a terrifying murderous intention around Xin Zhuo, and the group of people who were suppressed could hardly breathe. This was not a joke, they were really meant to kill.
"Okay, let's go."
The Feijian Ancestors couldn't bear the pressure. They looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and ran straight away.
The remaining 3,000 people quickly retreated like a flood, leaving everything around them empty.
Xiao Huang glanced at Xin Zhuo and silently followed those people away.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and hundreds of miles away from the front formation, the overwhelming alien army is slowly approaching.
Xiao Huang came back soon, walked to Xin Zhuo, and said: "Under the protection of the warriors who just retreated, the people of Linqiu City dragged their families and left, stretching for hundreds of miles. As expected by the master, Feijian Lao Zu Qi and Lu Zhiruo wanted to go back and fight for their lives, but they were turned away by one word from me. I said, "The saint received the order and left after fighting for a while. He will not die. But you, being pedantic and playing righteousness, will definitely die."
They stopped persisting. "
"very good!"
Xin Zhuo stretched himself. To be honest, the three thousand people of Feijian Ancestor were of little use, so why let them die meaninglessly? It's better to blast away.
He casually photographed the direction of Linqiu City, and the nine-color true energy roared. Three colorful flying eagles were seen in the sky above the city. Two of them were turned into flesh and blood, and the other one flew away in a hurry.
"Xiao Huang, follow me and kill!"
"Okay, Master!"
(End of chapter)
