There is absolutely no ideal ideal of family, country, or ethnic group in this world. In the final analysis, it is the greed and selfishness of countless years of accumulated hatred and uneven distribution of interests, which leads to the most primitive and boring fighting.
If this calamity of all races has an end, then it will be a group of people who end up enjoying unreasonable resources.
Just like Xin Zhuo doesn't really want to protect the last small formation in the southernmost part of the human race, he just needs to practice!
But if he wanted to achieve the goal of practice, he had to pay a price, which he didn't care about.
He needs to fight his way through this world and carve out a broad road that belongs to him alone.
Therefore, the moment these aliens surrounded them, he was ready to kill a sufficient number as soon as possible to enter the Human Saint Queen Realm, otherwise he would only die.
The sky was filled with wind and clouds, and it was as gloomy as the sea.
On the ground were countless corpses of ordinary members of the alien race who had been forcibly killed.
In the middle of the air, there are more than a hundred terrifying figures reaching the sky besieging one person.
Xin Zhuo's nine-color true energy is fully activated, the three bright suns appear in the mind, the five sacred patterns are fully activated, the halberd dance is airtight, and martial arts, magical powers and magic are supported by each other.
In terms of fighting skills, these years of escape experience and Mochizuki's training can be said to be used to the extreme.
Moreover, he did not go head-to-head with more than a hundred saints. He would be a fool to fight against more than a hundred people of the same realm. Even gods could not do it. Instead, he kept wandering around with his huge energy and martial arts.
He must kill a group of the weakest human saints, otherwise there will be no hope of entering the human saint realm.
It's just that it's hard to find opportunities.
However, even so, the newcomers Zhi Jiu, Ao Qing, and Shi Tong became more frightened and disheartened the more they fought.
They have overestimated Xin Zhuo. After all, the legendary Saint Hunyuan is simply a mascot, like a treasure that has been famous for a long time but has not been seen before. No one will deny his good or bad "thing" like this, but I never thought that this person's strength would be solid, his true energy would be strong, and his martial arts would be at the peak of his powers. He would be flawless and impeccable!
Often a dozen Human Saints would attack together, but he dared to block it, and he could block it without falling behind. The other Human Saints would besiege him from all sides, and he would move away strangely, blocking more than a dozen people again!
It's like encountering an iron ball that cannot be beaten or hammered, with no flaws at all.
Zhijiu tried to make a collision alone, but was knocked away and his Danhai was in great pain.
Can a person really be so strong as to be such a monster?
Time passes slowly.
An hour!
…
Three hours!
…
Ten hours!
"Let's fight with magic!"
Princess Ao Qing could not stand the long and endless attack, so she shouted loudly. More than a hundred saints retreated suddenly, and used all kinds of spells without hesitation.
The magic techniques of each tribe have their own characteristics. Water, fire, wind, earth, thunder and lightning are all densely packed. They are all extremely violent and roll up the sky with brilliance.
The sound of "whisping" was heard endlessly.
The sound of "rumbling" thunder and lightning shook all directions.
The sky was in chaos for hundreds of miles.
Xin Zhuo, who was at the end of the spell, was faced with a tidal wave of spells and air fluctuations, even a trace of which could kill a saint. However, he had never been calmer before. He waved his hand to "call for wind and rain", then waved "tornado", and waved " "Dou Zi Jue" and "Array Zi Jue", with eyebrows open and eyes raised, [Nine Nether Baizhang Ice] poured out, sealing the world in ice.
The countless alien armies below were frightened and retreated frantically in all directions.
In the sky, one side is colorful and the wind and clouds are rolling; on the other side, the wind and rain are blowing, and the golden light from the long river of time is overwhelming.
The two sides confront each other!
In the end, Xin Zhuo was defeated by his spells and retreated slowly, but every time he approached, the ghosts didn't know why the three red suns behind him would flicker on and off, and then surge out with more powerful power.
An hour!
Two hours!
Still holding on!
More than a hundred foreigners were horrified. Xin Zhuo was just one person, but he was not exhausted!
Are you a human? What kind of monster is this?
"His grandma..."
Even the best-tempered alien saint couldn't help but curse!
"boom--"
At this moment, more than a hundred foreigners rushed back from Xin Zhuo, looked at each other, and used exotic treasures to kill——
There are various treasure mirrors, flying swords, small tripods, jade seals, big bells, etc., all exuding terrifying murderous intent.
However, Xin Zhuo inexplicably summoned a small drum that was simple and full of patterns, the [Sacred Wood Drum], wrapped his hands with the Nine Colors True Qi, and beat it hard.
"Dong dong..."
"Ringling..."
"Buzz buzz..."
Endless exotic treasures, spiritual treasures, brilliance and true energy met in mid-air, and they were once again deadlocked!
An hour!
Two hours!
"Madman! Madman!"
"This monster!"
More than a hundred saints cursed, gave up the treasure again, and prepared to fight at close range.
However, Xin Zhuo, whose face was pale, suddenly had a frightening cold light in his unwavering eyes. He jumped to a very high altitude, his mind was running to the extreme, and he opened his eyes again.
A huge golden light reached the sky and the earth, was extremely high and fierce, like a divine power, and enveloped more than a hundred people.
【Third Dark Eye】
The new alien saint didn't know what this technique was, but Lin Xiutian was shocked and said: "Get out of the way!"
He knew this thing very well. He had also encountered this vertical eye when he was fighting with Xin Zhuo. He didn't think much of it at the time and could barely block it. However, he vaguely realized afterwards that this weird third eye golden light was not what it appeared on the surface. Usually it just makes the soul tremble, the body becomes weak, and the meridians are blocked, but it is like some kind of curse, making it difficult for you to have the will to fight for a long time, and it seems that people have become a lot more gloomy.
I didn’t understand it before, but now I see you again, and I suddenly realize it!
And at this moment, this guy is using all his strength, and this dark eye is even more majestic!
It's too late!
A group of people had been shrouded in golden light. They were struggling for a while and felt stagnant.
But Xin Zhuo teleported over, as fast as a meteor, and the big halberd rolled up and filled the sky with blood red.
The reaction of a group of alien masters was not unpleasant and they quickly counterattacked!
"when--"
Xin Zhuo was shaken away, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his back.
A group of alien saints barely managed to break free from their shackles, wondering in their hearts, what is the meaning of this person's move?
The next moment, it was discovered that four broken corpses suddenly fell down, and Wuzhu's true energy and holy patterns stirred up a strong wind.
One person is in the middle state of human sainthood, and three people are in the first state of human sainthood!
Die!
"Xin Zhuo!"
Zhijiu roared angrily and rushed away.
But he saw Xin Zhuo wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his long hair flying, and waving his euphorbia finger, as if nothing was wrong.
Zhi Jiusheng paused in mid-air.
Ao Qing of the Water Tribe behind him said in a deep voice: "We have been fighting for two days. Continuing to fight like this is not the way to go. We have lost a man's hand in vain. Let's take a break and let the tribesmen under our command consume this person. We will find another way later!"
A group of people looked at each other and shot away in the distance.
A foreigner from the Holy Empress Realm shouted: "Warriors, kill!"
"Boom boom boom..."
Hundreds of thousands, millions, and tens of millions of aliens rushed towards the withered bones, formations, Xiao Huang and others below.
Xin Zhuo also breathed a sigh of relief. He fought with more than a hundred human saints with great difficulty. His mind was exhausted and his internal organs ached. He really felt like he was at the end of his battle and exhausted.
There should still be some "harvest" left before you can directly enter the Human Saint Queen Realm.
He jumped in front of the formation, backed up by Xiao Huang and a group of people, and while quickly running his mental skills to restore his true energy, he shot out his halberd like a blue dragon to kill the aliens.
"Boom boom boom..."
Corpses fell in pieces.
The movie never stops.
The blood stained the already torn robe red.
…
Nine thousand miles away, the "Devil's End" small formation.
The peaks were broken and the ends were destroyed. Thousands of stone houses on it had basically collapsed into ruins at this moment. The smoke was everywhere. The remaining tens of thousands of slightly embarrassed warriors were rebuilding the stone houses or burying the corpses of their fellow sects. They were busy, but everyone There was doubt and confusion on their faces.
In the distance, on a stone house that was still intact, fifteen human Saint Realm masters gathered together and looked around, with deep doubts on their faces.
Two days ago, the small formation of Devil Ya here was in danger, fearing that it would overturn in the next moment, and no one present would survive. However, at the critical moment, countless foreign races from all directions retreated like a sudden tide, heading south!
Then more than a dozen foreign ethnic groups took over and attacked, but before they had time to attack, they also retreated and went north!
The "Devil's End" small formation suddenly became quiet. For two consecutive days, it did not encounter any attacks. It was so quiet that it was a bit strange, and even made a group of people feel at a loss!
They came up with formations to check it out, but no one had the courage.
So, what exactly happened?
Zhang Baili frowned and said: "Zhang got reliable news that all the small formations of more than 700 people have been destroyed!"
A group of Saint Realm masters felt extremely heavy and desperate. The small formation was completely broken. Not to mention whether they and others could survive. If there was no barrier between the human world and the world behind them, how many mortals and common people would be slaughtered?
Zhang Baili added: "I'm afraid that the Jiusihai Formation is still holding on now, and it's hard to say whether it will win or lose. Those aliens who followed the day before yesterday may have gone to the north, but... those terrifying tens of thousands of aliens and more than a hundred aliens at the beginning Saint, it only takes one hour to break this formation, and I will have no way out by then, but...why did they suddenly go to the south?"
"The ten major foreign races from the Southern Baizuyuan have never come. This time, dozens more foreign races are coming..."
Han Qiniang thought about it for a moment, "What happened in the south?"
The boss?
This idea just appeared, but was thrown to the back of her mind. She believed that the boss had run away. The boss was very resourceful and would not be so pedantic!
"Yeah, what happened..."
A group of human beings in the holy realm frowned.
"Fellow saints!"
At the foot of the mountain not far away, Lu Zhiruo and He Jiuhe, who were covered in blood, knelt down and kowtowed: "Please help Saint Xin!"
This is the first time in a year that the two of them can talk to the saint. In the previous battle, Feijian Ancestor, Lingdao Ancestor, Song Xinruo, Murong Bo and others all died in the battle, and only two of them survived by luck.
They were extremely concerned about Saint Xin. They couldn't say why, maybe... just for those two months of life and death?
So, at this moment, I can no longer bear it, so I kowtow and ask for help!
"Xin Zhuo is still alive? Still in Baizuyuan?" Zhang Baili turned around sharply.
Sai Qingzhu and Han Qiniang's expressions changed greatly and they looked over.
Lu Zhiruo's eyes turned red, she raised her head and said resolutely: "Xin Sheng once said, live or die with the formation, never back down, I'm sure you're still alive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sai Qingzhu and Han Qiniang shot out of the formation almost at the same time and headed straight to the south.
Zhang Baili and a dozen other experts from the Holy Realm and hundreds of human race experts around him followed him without any fear.
"Let's go!" Lu Zhiruo and He Jiuhe also followed.
Hundreds of people flew quickly, without stopping for a moment. The nine thousand miles traveled for nearly a day. At dusk, they passed "Linqiu City" and continued southward.
After a while, a group of people stopped in mid-air, facing the setting sun, eyes wide open, and saw a scene they would never forget——
The setting sun was like blood, and surrounded by the boundless alien army, there was a huge golden mountain of dry bones. Dozens of human elders and children were trembling beside the bone mountain.
Surrounding the bone mountain are alien corpses piled up ten miles wide.
The blood has long since gathered into a river, flowing slowly, and there are still residual limbs "in the river".
In the middle of the corpse, a large flag with the word "human" written in blood fluttered in the wind.
Under the banner, there was a halberd stuck in the thick blood, and a young man's back was sitting cross-legged next to the halberd!
His body had long been stained red with blood, and his robe was in tatters, but his waist and back were straight, just like he had persevered for more than a year and would rather bend than bend in the face of endless alien races.
The boundless alien race was still approaching him, but he turned a blind eye.
He got a jade flute from somewhere and played it.
He didn't seem to know how to blow, and his "whimpering" was very unpleasant, as if he was expressing some kind of desolation.
However, it complements the surrounding "hell on earth"!
The setting sun, the human flag, the corpse, the boy, and the whimpering sound are like a sad and beautiful picture!
"..."
Sai Qingzhu, Han Qiniang, Zhang Baili, Lu Zhiruo, He Jiuhe and hundreds of others could no longer bear it, and tears rolled down their faces instantly.
Warriors have strong blood, fight frequently, and are not easily moved by emotions.
But Bai Zuyuan, who had long been recognized as the first to break the formation, is still there!
The guarding saint Xin Zhuo, who was rumored to be dead, is still there!
The seven hundred small formations were all broken, and all the guarding saints fled. The Jiusihai formation was in danger.
He, Xin Zhuo, is still holding on!
He alone attracted dozens of alien races and tens of millions of troops to besiege him.
There are no reinforcements, there is no hope, he may even know that he has been abandoned long ago, and the ancestors of the human race have been unfair to him, but he has no regrets and fights to the end without taking a step back!
He guards the last piece of pure land of the seven hundred small formations of the human race!
He used the bones of countless sages as companions to remember his aspirations and maintain his integrity!
Even if you have a heart of stone, how can you not be moved?
Will write more tomorrow!
In fact, I personally feel that I am writing part-time after get off work. My computer is more than ten years old and always jams. If I can write so much, I am already very diligent. Don’t scold me. I will work hard. I bow down!
(End of chapter)
