On the second day, the alien attack suddenly became crazy again.
Xin Zhuo's words of "attacking the hinterland of the foreign race" completely angered the Zhijiu group. Although the foreign race is not afraid of the loss of the tribe, the tribe behind them is the inheritance and the hope. When the human race supreme and the emperor were still alive, they did not kill them all!
What's more important is that among the more than a thousand quasi-saints from the foreign race, dozens of them have successfully become saints, and there are also many fake saints, which gives them confidence!
In addition, news came from the north that the human race was about to be destroyed. They were eager to kill Xin Zhuo and go north!
However, even though Xin Zhuo still looks like an "obsessed" ghost, it is very difficult to kill or injure him!
Except that Maozu is Maozu!
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One month.
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Two months.
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One year.
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Three years.
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Five years!
Another five years have passed, and the two sides have been in a stalemate for eight years, plus the ninth year before that.
The long years are just numbers, but they are spent in the day-to-day fighting between the two sides. Such a long time is enough to wear down everyone's fighting spirit.
It's just that news from the north comes from time to time, all of which are rumors of the alien race's victory and the human race's retreat.
The remaining human race shrunk to a territory of 200,000 miles.
This made Zhi Jiu and Lin Xiutian and the others particularly excited.
Even though in the past five years, nearly a hundred foreign saints had been added to the list and only about twenty were killed by Xin Zhuo. Ordinary tribesmen were recruited in large numbers and lost a lot, but Xin Zhuo's strength did not increase at all, and his whole face was a mess. It was pitch black, completely at the end of the war.
This gave them full confidence.
kill!
After a few more years of hard work, when Xin Zhuo's oil is exhausted, they can peel off his skin, stretch his tendons, and study his body. Maybe they can see some of the secrets of the Hunyuan Saint and his super combat power. This idea has almost become their obsession. read.
In the winter of this year, Goudan, who was already sixteen years old and had a tall figure and the appearance of an empress, was forced by his master to practice both Fa and Wu for several years. After accumulating enough, he finally entered Yin Deficiency. territory.
However, before entering the country, Xin Zhuo did not give any deliberate advice. She spent three months polishing her appearance and meridians, so that from now on she would look like a "sixteen-year-old".
And just five days before the Spring Festival, there were only three old people living in the small array, and the rest had died, and they had done nothing for nearly twenty times.
The day before the Spring Festival happened to be Xin Zhuo's 100th birthday.
Goudan held his sword and went south, shouting to the foreign saints ten miles away: "My master's 100th birthday, there will be a truce for three days."
The foreign saints didn't do anything to Goudan, which was boring, but they were all surprised by Xin Zhuo's age. This person... Caite Niang's one hundred years old?
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The second year is also the tenth year.
There are only sixteen alien saints left, and the corpses of the aliens stretch for hundreds of miles.
Xin Zhuo was "difficult to move", his whole body was black, and his reaction time was frighteningly slow when fighting.
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Eleventh year.
Thirty-nine foreign saints were added.
The number of foreign tribesmen in the rear has increased to six million, and they are arranged in a dark formation for nearly a hundred miles.
Xin Zhuo's face was old, his skin was peeling off, and he was in a state of dejection, but he could easily kill one or two human saints and more than 100,000 aliens in every battle.
Not far away! Not far away!
A group of alien saints murmured.
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Fourteenth year.
The golden bone mountain is only two feet high. The last old man in the small formation, "Xing Gong", died, and the funeral was held in a "grand" manner.
Goudan enters the third level of Yangshi Sea, cultivating both law and martial arts.
Xiao Huang cultivated the magical method of Heavenly Dog to reach the sky, became a quasi-sage, opened the gate of the Sky Demon Mountain of the ancestor of Goumai, and took Goudan into the trial.
Xin Zhuo didn't understand Xiao Huang's operation, but after more than ten years of fighting, he was a bit numb and slow, so let them go.
However, he seemed lonely and boring as he was the only one left in the huge mountain of bones and formations.
Distance from entry to the Great Sage: 76/100.
The accumulation required later, even if all the dry bones are grabbed, is still far behind.
It would be difficult for the Monkey King to enter the country here.
Let’s talk after grabbing the last withered bones.
It was also in the winter of this year that news came from the north that the human race had shrunk within a hundred thousand miles and was about to be destroyed.
The news here finally attracted the attention of the alien adults in the north, and the alien ancestors sent aliens from all directions to come for support.
Moreover, three alien great saints came across the mountains and seas to kill this stubborn human race. However, just halfway through, the ten secret forbidden areas of the human race appeared. Three epoch-making young masters led the human race to counterattack. The four alien great saints had no choice but to attack. Return halfway.
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Fifteenth year.
spring.
Other alien races from all directions finally arrived.
The number of aliens jumped and reached more than a hundred human saints and tens of millions of aliens.
When I saw Xin Zhuo, who was old and sickly, holding a big halberd alone and holding on with difficulty, his eyes were full of numbness, making him look pitiful and insignificant.
Most of the aliens laughed loudly, but a small number of aliens seriously bowed their hands and saluted to show respect.
Then launched a crazy attack.
When they really started fighting, they discovered how powerful Xin Zhuo's methods were, each move, magical power, and spell were as wonderful as the pinnacle, and the terrifying perversion of tens of millions of huge powers, nine-color Qi, and five sacred patterns.
A group of aliens could no longer laugh.
They killed for several months and suffered heavy casualties.
No matter how hard you try, you can't touch Xin Zhuo!
Then continue to chew.
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Eighteenth year.
The northern human race, the Ten Forbidden Lands and the three epoch-making princes were defeated again, and the human race retreated for the last 80,000 miles.
As for the Baizu Yuan Small Formation in the south, there were more than a hundred saints from the foreign races, but only seventeen were left.
Only a pitiful one million of the tens of millions of aliens are left.
At this point, Xin Zhuo has been guarding the small formation for more than a year. It has been nineteen years. In nineteen spring, summer, autumn and winter, he has killed nearly 200 alien saints, 300 false saints, and 870 saints. He is a quasi-sage and has more than 34 million foreigners.
This is definitely not a random number, a nonsense of Spring and Autumn style of writing, but a truly terrifying and heaven-defying record!
This... If you tell me, no one will believe you!
More than one million aliens and seventeen alien saints all huddled under the southern peak. Suddenly, they fell silent and stopped attacking.
Attack with a hammer and destroy!
The five or six people Zhijiu, Lin Xiutian and Linglong were vaguely aware of the opportunity to break through the Great Sage, but they still couldn't defeat Xin Zhuo and could not leave for retreat for the time being.
I had no choice but to sincerely ask for instructions from the ancestors of the foreign races in the north.
Xin Zhuo completely alarmed and angered the alien ancestors who were frantically attacking the human race and had no time to think about anything else.
How did you get such a nail in the back?
Immediately, he ordered that four great saint-level masters, the prince of the alien Shenwu clan, the prince of the spirit clan, the cow princess of the demon clan, and the princess of the ancient clan, bring the thirteen strongest saints to the south.
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"call--"
The sky was gloomy, the cold north wind was howling, and the place in front of the Baizuyuan Formation was no longer what it was nineteen years ago. It was covered with white bones, overgrown with weeds, and the slurry, sand, and soil turned blood red.
Only eighteen golden and glowing withered bones remained in the originally huge and tall mountain of bones.
Next to it, the small courtyard that used to be there has also collapsed.
A dark, old, tired man in tatters, holding a spurge, was lying on a blue stone in a daze.
His eyes were full of numbness and loneliness.
Being dark and old is fake, but being tired, shabby, numb and lonely is real!
Nineteen years has been such a long time, so long that it seems longer than the forty years of the Five Declines of Heaven-breaking Man. At least at that time, there were fireworks in the world, children playing, neighbors chatting with herbs, and things to pass the time. Endless fighting, repeating the same thing every day, seems like a hundred and ninety years have passed!
At this moment, looking at Wangyuejing in front of him, his face looked a little better.
Distance to the Great Saint Realm: 88/100.
He looked at the eighteen withered bones again and sighed.
Finally look to the sky.
Xiao Huang took Gou Dan away for several years and never came back.
Xin Zhuo really doesn't understand where the "Tianqiong Mountain Demon Sect" is, and Xiao Huang, his grandson who is a bitch, doesn't know where he learned it.
The foreign race from the south has not come for ten days.
There is no news from the northern human race either...
He lay down for a while, then suddenly stood up and planted the halberd next to the stone. With the halberd there, the foreigners did not dare to mess around. This was the prestige he had earned through nineteen years of fighting.
He first went to the tombs of the old people named "Xing Gong" and stood for a while, sighing about life for a while, and then walked towards Linqiu City in the north.
For the first time in more than ten years, he wanted to go for a walk and take a look.
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"call--"
The sky, which had been gloomy for a long time, suddenly began to snow. This was the first snow of the year. It was not heavy and was full of snow foam, but it was very cold.
Two figures flashed from the end of the deserted official road in the distance, and in the blink of an eye they reached the wall of Linqiu City. They were two human beings.
An old man with white beard and hair and bright eyes.
A middle-aged man with a bookish air.
The two of them couldn't help but sigh when they saw that the originally huge city was covered with weeds, the houses and buildings were weathered and collapsed, and the ruins were everywhere.
The middle-aged man said with a sad face: "Senior Fox Jiu, it has only been nineteen years since the great catastrophe of all races. This world is completely ruined. There is no pure land from south to north, and the number of human casualties exceeds tens of billions! Look at this south The largest city in Xinjiang, alas!"
"Brother Lin Hui, you and I are just a wisp of dust in this world, so why worry about nothing? Let's practice escape techniques and carefully look for opportunities everywhere. If we die another day, it will be over!"
The old man shook his head, but his eyes were looking at the vast land in the south.
The middle-aged man asked curiously: "What are you looking at? Do you really believe that?"
The old man nodded: "Didn't I tell you about the alien races I met on the way? The four great saint-level princes and princesses and the thirteen strongest saints came to the south just to resist Xin Zhuo. How could it be groundless? I never thought that our human race would wither. At this point, there are still saints resisting in the far south, which is simply amazing!"
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said: "I believe this is a beautiful rumor. It is a saint. In the past twenty years, without reinforcements, supplies, martial arts stones, and true energy, how could he withstand the endless attacks of the aliens..."
As he spoke, his eyes narrowed and he pointed to the city: "Hey, there is someone there!"
The old man also looked over, and sure enough! I saw a person standing in the corner of the street where rocks were piled up and covered with withered yellow weeds.
The two figures flashed and flew away.
When I got closer, I realized that this man looked somewhere between young and old. He was dressed in tatters and it was hard to tell how old he was. He had no aura about him, but his back was straight and his eyes were deep. There was something indescribable about him. Aura.
eccentric!
(End of chapter)
