"Bang bang bang..."
The mountain peak collapsed, and the human palace that was finally moved collapsed into ruins. The golden glazed tiles and carved beams fell off the cliff in a mess.
Xin Zhuo was repelled!
Lin Xiutian, Linglong, Zhijiu and Xiuxing stood among the ownerless saint's seven-colored true energy and holy patterns, holding the holy weapon tightly, with a trace of happiness and relief after defeating a powerful enemy on their faces.
It wasn't until Xin Zhuo disappeared into the Bone Mountain in the distance that the barbarian Xiu Xing looked up to the sky and sighed: "Seventy-six tribes, more than 130 saints, and 13 million tribesmen surrounded and killed one person, but they were turned into a defensive battle. , there is no such thing in the world!"
Everyone felt blocked in their hearts and could not speak for a long time. Xin Zhuo entered the realm of the Queen of Human Saints and became several times stronger than before. One person could resist the attacks of forty saints at the same time. After a bloody battle with half a stick of incense, he killed the three weakest people. The Holy Queen left calmly.
shame!
But nothing can be done.
"wrong!"
Zhi Jiu suddenly said: "Did you notice that a black patch appeared on Xin Zhuo's forehead? What does this mean?"
After his reminder, everyone recalled that indeed, Xin Zhuo's forehead was purple and black just now. This was not a normal appearance. Before, this person was very fair and had a face as handsome as a woman's.
Lin Xiutian pondered for a moment and said: "Indeed, not only is his forehead purple and black, have you noticed that although his strength is strong, it is not as pure and perfect as before..."
Everyone looked at each other.
Zhijiu stroked his three-inch beard and sneered: "I'm afraid that my guess is true. This person has cultivated the magic skill of fast entry. Because he was dedicated to guarding and resisting our attacks, he entered the realm of human saints in a hurry. It also looks like it’s going crazy!”
"It's reasonable. How can anyone in this world break through two holy realms in a row in more than a year? Doesn't this world belong to him in the future?"
Ao Qing, Princess of the Water Tribe, couldn't hide her excitement: "In this way, this person is not terrible anymore. It is difficult to enter the Great Sage Realm, and now he is at his peak."
Zhijiu pondered for a moment: "If you want to withstand this person or even kill him, you have to take three steps. First, we, the more than 120 saints, can be divided into two groups to lead the subordinates to set up formations. Fight with him day by day, non-stop; secondly, he has more than a thousand quasi-sages under his command, and those with all ten doors opened will be selected to enter the Holy Land of the Bailing Clan and enter the Holy Realm. Strong, it will continue to flow from now on, it will not be difficult to wear him to death.
Third, there is no need to be stingy with rare treasures and holy objects from all races. Use them at critical moments to injure this person! "
"Goodbye, Brother Zhi!"
A group of alien saints nodded slightly.
…
In the Gushan small formation, the formation lost its original power due to the movement and loss of the blessing of the Jiusihai formation, but after Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang's paradoxical arrangement, it can still exert some effect.
At this moment, thirty-seven old people are carefully building shelters, making beds and quilts with things brought from the city, or planting some flowers and plants in the soil.
Although this place with mountains of corpses and seas of blood is really not a place where mortals can survive, but due to their age and the fright of these days, they have become accustomed to seeing life and death. If they can live one day at a time, so be it.
"Goudan" is struggling to practice martial arts. The tasks given by his master are too heavy and practice is very difficult.
Xiao Huang lay down and slept boredly.
When Xin Zhuo came in with a purple face, a group of old people immediately knelt down and kowtowed.
"Get up."
Xin Zhuo was not too polite. In terms of age, these old people were at least seventy or eighty years old, and they were all children. He sat cross-legged in a remote corner, glanced in the direction of the southern palace, patted the three acupoints of the middle palace, and pressed Thirteen silver needles came out, and the purple and black on his forehead slowly disappeared.
"Master, does this trick work?"
Little Juma ran over with an evil smile on her face.
"It's better than nothing, let's see what they think." Xin Zhuo nodded.
I really worry about practicing!
After breaking through, you have to show weakness, you have to give the illusion that the realm is unstable because of breaking through too quickly, to give hope to those alien races. Otherwise, if the other side avoids fighting and stays away from them, what will happen to your own practice? How to grab the dead bones around?
With that said, he summoned Wangyuejing and wanted to see if today's active attack could match Dry Bones.
This is a huge disappointment!
cannot!
There was no fluctuation in the twenty small arrays of worshiping spirits at Wangyuejing.
Fighting in vain!
What’s the explanation?
Since these twenty small formations are withered bones, they are obviously from the ancient times thousands of years ago. In the last years of the last great emperor, aliens rioted, and all the warriors from the world died in battle while guarding them.
The moment they died in battle, their obsession must be "to withstand the aliens and defend the formation", rather than "to kill the aliens and kill them!"
Yes, last-minute obsession is particularly important.
In some respects, Wangyuejing is rigid, one is one, and two is two.
If the time line of these warriors' obsessions is too long, for example, if someone always wants to eat pancakes and fruit somewhere 500,000 miles away, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to fit in.
The matter of spiritual practice is indescribable.
Xin Zhuo sighed, calmed down and looked at the five holy gates of Danhai. If he wanted to enter the Great Sage, the final accumulation would be really scary.
After all, these withered bones around are just residual true energy, not full-fledged warriors. I'm afraid it's still unknown whether you can become a great saint by grabbing them all!
He patted Xiao Huang on the head: "We just have to be prepared for a protracted war!"
Xiao Huang asked in surprise: "How long is the protracted war?"
Xin Zhuo thought for a while and said: "It has been so long that we have killed all the foreign races from all directions, and even killed other foreign races to come to support them. Finally, they have been killed until their Great Saint King has to come, or the world has changed, so we can run away again. , after all, in this messy world, we have nowhere to go!”
Xiao Huang said: "But...these old guys and Goudan behind are about to run out of food!"
Xin Zhuo said: "This is what I told you. If the aliens come to attack in the future, you can sneak out quietly and bring back some food!"
"Let's see!" Xiao Huang agreed simply.
…
The next day, the aliens really came to attack.
Lin Xiutian, Linglong and other sixty-two human saints launched a fearless attack.
Thousands of ordinary aliens formed formations, pressing in from all directions.
Xin Zhuo's forehead turned black and purple as he rushed out.
The old rule is to teleport and rush into battle to kill ordinary aliens, and then fight with more than sixty alien saints, taking the opportunity to kill a few of the weakest ones.
After this battle, Xin Zhuo realized that he had really underestimated these aliens. Their formations were very powerful and they would be attacked if they were not careful. A group of alien saints gradually began to adapt to his attack methods.
Until nightfall, only tens of thousands of aliens and one alien saint were killed.
After the aliens retreated, they looked at Wangyue Well and could only seize a thousand dead bones.
To break through the Great Sage, the accumulation is less than one percent, or even close to one thousandth.
but……
In the night sky, wisps of human "luck" suddenly flew from an endless distance, came to me, and entered the body.
Danhai was slightly shocked.
The accumulation is a bit deeper.
This can not help but make Xin Zhuo feel excited.
There's something going on!
At this moment, Xiao Huang, carrying a demonic aura, came back from afar with large and small bags of supplies.
Goudan also made white porridge.
Just as he was about to turn back and take a few mouthfuls of white porridge with sauerkraut, the southern night sky became majestic and murderous, and the aliens arrived again.
Xin Zhuo had no choice but to pick up the big halberd and charge out again.
…
One day!
Two days!
Three days!
Without stopping!
Fighting with alien races, they fell into a lackluster mutual stalemate.
A group of alien saints are extremely smart, constantly consuming Xin Zhuo, and making corresponding countermeasures against his various magical powers.
Frankly speaking, even if Xin Zhuo tried his best to completely defeat this group of aliens, it would be difficult!
On the other hand, for aliens, it is basically impossible to kill him!
Even with continuous and non-stop attacks, it is difficult for him to run out of energy. His one-qi-to-three-yang mind technique can be restored to its full potential with half a stick of incense!
Xin Zhuo even tried to perform Da Zhoutian's difficult movements to restore his energy while fighting.
Ten days!
…
Twenty days!
For twenty-seven days, the alien saints killed seven of the weakest in battle, and the ordinary tribesmen lost their lives and injuries.
The "luck" between heaven and earth will come one after another every day.
Xin Zhuo checked the Danhai. The auras of the five holy gates were stable, and the distance to break through the great saint was 1/100.
This is a qualitative leap.
…
"This is a big improvement! Have you noticed that Xin Zhuo's strength is not as fraudulent and slowly increasing as before? He is indeed a precursor to falling into obsession!
Only seven of our saints have been killed in the past month!
Is it easy to cultivate magic skills? It hurts the root!
On the other hand, we have to admit that our strength has increased a lot under Xin Zhuo's offensive training! "
"That's right! Fighting against this kind of human monster is the best way to hone your strength. If you meet other human masters in the future, I'm afraid you can kill them with one strike!"
The moon was dark and the wind was high. On another mountain one hundred and fifty miles to the south, a group of people from Zhijiu and Xiuxing had just changed their formations and looked towards the north, saying so.
Even, there is a strange pride in their hearts.
…
One month.
Two months.
Three months.
…
half a year.
…
One year.
…
Three years.
…
Three years were extremely long, so long that Xin Zhuo and the foreigners were a little numb.
In front of Baizuyuan's small formation, there were already numerous bones.
More than 10 million foreigners fought together and only about 2 million were left.
Of the one hundred and twenty foreign saints, only forty-one are left!
Zhijiu and others could no longer divide Xin Zhuo into two batches in rotation, so the remaining forty or so people could only go together!
In the middle of the process, they tried to use various sacred objects and treasures to sneak attack. Unfortunately, Xin Zhuo's drum was also super powerful, and he himself was a Hunyuan saint, the most holy and yang, so many harmful alien sacred objects were ineffective against him.
However, they discovered that although Xin Zhuo, who was about to go crazy, persisted for another three years, he seemed to be much weaker than before.
And the more than 40 of them are no longer what they used to be, and they are all honed to become formidable and powerful!
It's still a little bit worse, just a little bit worse.
If you don't let Xin Zhuo increase his strength and wear him to death, you will win.
Twenty-four solar terms, great cold.
Snowflakes flutter like goose feathers.
There is a truce between the two sides today.
There was no other reason. Someone in Xin Zhuo's family died and he was doing nothing.
After three years of fighting, this face... is given!
"I wonder what's going on in the hinterland of the human race?"
Zhijiu, Lin Xiutian, Linglong, Xiuxing and Ao Qing took a rare break and stood on the highest mountain with tired faces, looking at the north.
(End of chapter)
