Xin Zhuo flashed out of the shed, full of energy and radiant, but with a bit of absurdity and helplessness on his face.
This Immortal Gu is not serious, at least it can really detoxify this matter, it is really unbelievable.
He raised his right hand, which still had a few snow-white feathers on it, patted it gently, walked towards the clay pot of porridge, and kicked the "dog eggs".
"master……"
Goudan was awakened, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked in the direction of the shed: "Was the foreign woman killed?"
Xin Zhuo looked embarrassed: "Kill, very killing!"
Squat down, snap your fingers to light a fire, pick up a wooden spoon and gently stir the porridge.
A little while ago, facing the golden morning light, the master and the apprentice sat cross-legged and drank porridge together.
"Master, do we want to stay here forever?"
"Keep it until you can't keep it anymore!"
"When can't we keep it?"
"When you can't keep it!"
"Well……"
At this moment, the ground around him suddenly shook strangely, and a vast, ancient atmosphere dispersed.
Then the waist felt hot.
Xin Zhuo immediately stood up and tried to seal the awakening formation.
It's out of order!
He took out the jade sign that guards his identity, and saw that the originally crystal clear sign had now become turbid.
He looked sharply to the north. Is the Jiusihai Formation broken now?
…
"boom……"
Jiusihai Formation.
The roar of the mountains and the tsunami were endless, and the earth was shaking endlessly.
Thousands of clouds in the sky were like boiling sauce, black and rolling, low and low, and there was darkness between heaven and earth.
The sea water that stretches for thousands of miles in all directions is undulating, and the waves are hundreds of feet high.
On the floating island in the middle, the originally huge formation light curtain was broken half an hour ago. The three thousand palaces below have long been in ruins. The rubble is densely packed with corpses, residual soldiers and blood.
At this moment, in the terrifying "sea of true energy tide" under the clouds above, there are still countless figures roaring continuously, and occasionally there is a clash of weapons that resounds in all directions from the dark clouds.
Suddenly there were several screams, and then the bodies fell like snowflakes.
"call out--"
Xin Haizhu was suddenly hit by a heavy bombardment in the ruins, and stood up with difficulty. His old face seemed to have aged ten years, and he looked up at the scattered figures and the colorful brilliance of true energy in the sky. His voice was hoarse: "There is no hope, there is no hope. The big formation is broken, and all the small formations are destroyed!"
"Lord Xin Hai!"
The tired voice of Murong Jingfeng, the Holy King of Yuheng Holy Land, came from above: "Quickly spread the word that the small formations guarding the saints from all directions are approaching here!"
"No!"
Jiang Wen refuted: "The order of the Seven Emperors ordered the guarding saints to go to the rear and reunite the formation. The Great Sage Zhao and the Great Sage Ji are waiting in Duanshan Kingdom. Lord Xin Hai can first send people to advance the formation. Send him away, we'll block this place!"
"To this day, we are still arguing and still have no idea. The human race is really at the end of its rope!"
Lord Xin Hai didn't know what to do for a moment and sighed heavily.
…
"Boom boom..."
The small formation of "Devil's End" nine thousand miles behind "Hundred Races Abyss" is currently being besieged by tens of millions of aliens and dozens of alien saints.
Thick numbers of figures were flying back and forth, and there were bursts of shouts of killing, as if the whole world was fighting.
The human warriors protecting the formation suffered heavy casualties, and the formation showed signs of loosening.
"Hold it! Hold it!"
Han Qiniang waved her command flag and roared loudly.
While Sai Qingzhu, Zhang Baili and more than a dozen saints were fighting the fire everywhere, the colorful rays of light spread all over the southeast and northwest like a giant flying by.
…
It's almost dusk.
"Abyss of Hundreds of Peoples".
The aliens did not attack today.
Calm and "peaceful."
"Goudan" is practicing martial arts hard, moving eastward and westward, and the wind is blowing, and it looks impressive.
Xin Zhuo sat cross-legged on the platform, closed his eyes, stretched out his right hand, and murmured.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
From the direction of Linqiu City, the overwhelming residual Qi of warriors from ten thousand years ago and a large amount of Wuyun Stone light were as dense as a meteor shower.
It took him nearly a day to completely heal the blood in his body, and then he summoned Wangyue Well to inspect the spirits.
Because he killed nine alien saints, the amount of ten thousand-year-old bone energy he could capture was truly terrifying.
Sixty-nine thousand!
Dare you imagine?
If I had known this, I would have fought to the death against those alien saints!
At this moment, guard the door of the heart, draw the true energy into the body, slowly enter the sea of alchemy, mature the five holy gates, and then lead to the limbs and bones.
The process is extremely slow!
Xin Zhuo always takes practice seriously.
Entry into the Holy Land: 59/100.
60/100.
61/100.
…
80/100.
81/100.
…
89/100.
90/100.
Xin Zhuo opened his eyes suddenly, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, no more!
There is still a long way to go before you can enter the Human Saint Queen Realm.
This cultivation practice requires more accumulation as it goes on, and the previous calculation was also wrong.
If you absorb the remaining true energy of hundreds of corpses of warriors from thousands of years ago, you can enter one hundred, then you will need a thousand, a thousand, hundreds, two thousand, and so on...
In the small formation, I don’t know how many withered bones are still suitable for grabbing!
Xiao Huang doesn’t know when he will come back!
Now that the Jiusihai formation is probably broken, it is very likely that the place will be surrounded by alien races.
I thought about it for a long time.
He stood up and waved his sleeves, and a stream of Nine Colors Qi that was several times more powerful than before roared out, with strong confidence in his eyes.
Keep betting!
The Jiusihai Formation was broken, and the top foreign masters also suffered heavy casualties. Then the two sides entered the hinterland of the human race to engage in a bloody battle, massacre the top human race masters, and completely suppress the human race. This would definitely be less "harmful" than wasting a great saint to kill oneself. The boy is strong!
And judging from the overly sophisticated operations of those in Sudo, the alien ancestors should be a group of people with far-sightedness and know what is important and what is important.
On the other hand, the ancestors of the human race are certainly not mentally retarded.
As the two sides entered the hinterland, they were afraid that there would still be fighting. After all, the human race had been operating for countless years, and the holy land was densely packed with treasures and formations to resist.
This is an opportunity for yourself!
As long as you enter the Great Sage here and escape to other places, everything will be worth it!
If before that, Wangyuejing could give him a one-time protective magical power, he would be safe!
such a pity……
"master……"
At this time, "Goudan" came over, with sweat all over his little face: "Do you want porridge? The kind with sauerkraut. I just went to the city and brought a jar of Aunt Chen's Laotan sauerkraut!"
Xin Zhuo's lofty ideals were instantly extinguished: "I don't really want to drink it, I'm tired of it!"
"Goudan" rubbed his little hands pitifully: "But this disciple only knows how to make porridge!"
"Whatever!"
…
The aliens did not attack for three consecutive days.
Xin Zhuo drank plain porridge with sauerkraut for three days.
At dusk on the third day, Xiao Huang finally came back. He transformed into a man with a square face, wearing a red cloak and a ten-mile demon cloud, and brought with him more than 100,000 foxes, hedgehogs, snakes, deer, wolves, tigers, bears, Dragons, deer, and Huangpizi, pushing carts, carrying stretchers, and dragging wooden pulleys, returned with millions of thousands-year-old bones and ancient artifacts that emitted golden light.
"Zhizhizhi..."
When the overwhelming piles of dead bones and small piles of strange objects piled up into a huge mountain.
When more than 100,000 psychic beasts knelt on the ground and worshiped devoutly, their anger reached the sky.
Xiao Huang landed on the ground, swung his cloak heavily, and saluted respectfully. An evil smile appeared on Sifang's face: "Fortunately, I will live up to my mission!"
"Goudan" was so frightened that he grabbed the master's hand tightly and did not dare to let go.
Xin Zhuo silently kicked the square-faced man. The man laughed dryly and transformed into a little yellow dog. He waggled his tail and came closer, almost tripping over his cloak: "Master, how about it? Nineteen small formations, no matter how far away, I will I have no ability, it’s too far!”
Xin Zhuo remained silent, walked up to the mountain of bones, bowed respectfully, and then had a complex expression on his face.
How many people died during the suppression of alien races? How many warriors are there in this world?
Yes, the warriors and aliens in this world live a long life. They have accumulated and gathered from generation to generation. However, the products are abundant. The world is so vast that they can feed countless people. Don't you hear that aliens easily have millions?
At this moment, Xiao Huang opened his mouth and spit out a string of demonic energy, and densely packed psychic monsters fled in all directions.
"master!"
Xiao Huang said: "This may be the last time I recruit psychic demon clan. The real demon clan is born. When the demon flags are waved, all the psychic creatures in the world will go to the demon clan to worship!"
Xin Zhuo nodded: "Are all the small formations you went to really broken?"
"More than that!" Xiao Huang solemnly said: "When I went there, not even a single hair of the alien race was seen in these small formations, not to mention the human race. I'm afraid they all went into the hinterland, and there were other small formations stretching endlessly. , all my suspicions have been shattered!”
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and said: "You sort out the dead bones and small formations here, remember to sort them into categories. I will go to the small formations in the city and bring all the dead bones. Let's... just sit here and kill as many aliens as you want. How many, kill till the end of time!"
"Okay!"
…
Deep in the abyss of hundreds of tribes.
An endless stretch of brown boulder villages, the firelight reflected the sky, and the laughter of children could be heard from time to time.
There is a huge statue in the village. The statue is headless, but it is tall and tall. It has a long sword in one hand and points to the sky. An unruly aura spreads out, making it impossible for those who are below the level of Xianyang Realm to get close to it.
This is the territory of the barbarians, six thousand miles away from the Shiwu Sea.
At this time, Lin Xiutian, Xiuxing, Suhu, Wulan and Linglong were sitting cross-legged under the statue.
Xin Zhuo's "golden sand" is not a good thing, otherwise how could Second Master Yunfei be willing to part with it? The eyes of Lin Xiutian and others were healed by the holy elixir given by the old barbarian priest in three days. They could not tell whether they were filled with hatred or anger.
They found out that they had been deceived by that bastard Xin Zhuo. That demon was not at the end of his fight. He was fine. He had cultivated unknown mental techniques, and there was no need to worry about running out of gas. He had been pretending to coax, dragging down the ten tribes all his life. More than a year.
When a person is frightened to a certain level, it cannot be said to be hate or anger, but more of fear and fear.
In yesterday's battle, nine saints died. It was as if Xin Zhuo had planned these deaths. When it was time to kill, he did it!
What's more important is that he didn't die even after being hit by the Snow Wing clan's ancient immortal Gu.
Although Linglong didn't say where she went that night, she was sure that Xin Zhuo was not dead or injured.
How much background does this Xin Zhuo have, and how strong can he be?
The inexplicable monster!
At this moment, Suxing said angrily: "I just received the news that all the other small formations have been broken, but ours has not made any progress. The ancestors predicted that this place would be the first one to break, but unexpectedly it would be the last one, and it is still dead. Nine saints, what a shame and humiliation, hahaha..."
He laughed angrily at the end.
"Brother, everyone..."
Suhu straightened his messy beard and said: "Our incompetence is incompetence. You must admit that Xin Zhuo is indeed powerful. Didn't the high priest of the Qinglin tribe also find out his identity? Why don't we inform the ancestors and come here?" Saint King level master, kill this person!"
Lin Xiutian shook his head and said: "Think too much. The Jiusihai Formation is about to be broken. Attacking and destroying the human race is an ancestral precept from a hundred thousand years ago. It has been passed down from generation to generation. Which one is more important? Not to mention the ancestors of the Saint King. The Great Sage will not waste one here. Xin Zhuo has a great influence on us, but from the perspective of the entire human race, it is really not worth mentioning. How can he rebel if he is blocked here?
Don't forget, we can now take a detour and leave somewhere else. "
Wulan said: "With the demon Xin Zhuo here, can you leave with peace of mind? Aren't you afraid that the demon will destroy our clan?"
Lin Xiutian was startled for a moment, thought for a moment, and said, "For the current solution, we can only ask other ethnic groups who have broken the formation to come and help!"
Xiu Xing's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh heavily: "Wonderful, please invite the Water Tribe, Fire Tribe, Earth Tribe, and Wind Tribe. Those tribes have people who are in the Saint Empress Realm. During the introduction, hundreds of saints and tens of millions of warriors will kill Xin. Zhuo Yiren!"
"Can!"
Lin Xiutian raised his orchid finger, immediately burned the talisman, and informed the masters of all races with secret techniques.
Not far away, Linglong, who had been hugging her knees and lost in thought, suddenly looked back.
Siege?
She found that Xin Zhuo seemed to have predicted everything, but she couldn't explain or stop it. Xin Zhuo and I were together that night? Do I know what he's planning?
This monster!
(End of chapter)
