"Have you always lived here?"
Lin Hui looked up and down at the man in ragged clothes and asked.
The man never looked at the two of them, his voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time: "Yes!"
Hu Jiubei asked: "What do you do to make a living?"
The man was silent for a moment and said: "Life? Just eat whatever you want and live on. It doesn't matter if you don't eat!"
Lin Hui and Hu Jiulei looked at each other and asked, "Can a person really live alone? Will he not feel lonely?"
The man kept looking at the building in front of him and said, "It's not bad."
Hu Jiucai thought for a while and asked, "Are there any aliens here?"
The man replied: "Yes, in the south!"
Hu Jiubei asked curiously: "They won't kill you?"
The man was silent.
Hu Jiubei felt that he had asked nonsense, could he still stand here after killing this person? Then he asked: "Did you know that there is a Saint Xin here who is still resisting the aliens!"
The man said: "Yes!"
When Lin Hui and Hu Jiucei heard this, their whole bodies were shaken and their eyes lit up: "Where...?"
The man points south.
The two of them moved away.
The man suddenly said: "There are more than a dozen foreign saints and more than a million foreign saints there!"
The two of them suddenly stopped, feeling their scalps numb, and turned back.
Lin Hui Lingtai Sixth Heaven.
Fox Jiu laments the fifth decline of heavenly beings.
This strength is really not enough for foreigners to see, so they have unique skills in escaping and hiding, making it difficult to be discovered.
Seeing that the man was still looking at the building in front of him, Lin Hui asked curiously: "Do you know this place?"
The man said: "This was the old governor's office in Linqiu. I lived there for a few days!"
The two of them followed and looked around. Although the building in front of them was dilapidated, it was not difficult to see a very grand structure.
Lin Hui thought for a while and asked: "You must be of some status and vision to be able to live in the governor's office. Have you met Saint Xin Zhuoxin?"
This man is silent!
Lin Hui and Hu Jiulei looked at each other and couldn't press any further questions.
At this moment, a terrifying aura suddenly came from hundreds of miles away in the south.
Lin Hui and Hu Jiubei suddenly felt cold all over their bodies and subconsciously stepped back.
However, the man in front of him suddenly turned around and walked south.
"Where are you going? What's your name? Would you like to live with us in the north, where there are countless human races." Lin Hui shouted subconsciously.
The man kept walking and said casually: "My name is Xin Zhuo, I can't go for the time being."
"you……"
Lin Hui and Hu Jiu's eyes widened in grief, and their whole bodies trembled violently.
The next moment, the man flashed into the air, exuding a despairing and terrifying aura, which made the two of them breathless. Then the nine-color zhenqi swept across the sky and the earth. He took one step forward and was hundreds of miles away. The aftertaste soared into the sky, and birds and beasts from all directions fell to the ground in an instant.
"Xin Zhuo! He is Saint Xin, no wonder he looks familiar!"
Lin Hui murmured to himself, his voice trembling unbelievably.
He was a member of a school called Xiaozhu Academy. When Xin Zhuo was still in the Earthly Immortal Realm, he went to Xiaozhu Academy to kill the disciples of the "Old Man's Palace". He was inspired to give up literature and pursue martial arts, wandering around the world for eight years. Over the past ten years, I have had many opportunities.
"It's true! It's all true! Saint Xin is still here!"
On the side, Hu Jiu was filled with sorrow and anger, his voice was suppressed, and he suddenly knelt down with tears streaming down his face, "Nineteen years, exactly nineteen years, the world has changed greatly, the sun and the moon have changed, the human race has been in such hardship, but Saint Xin has always guarded Southern Xinjiang has never backed down!"
What he didn't know was that his name Xin Zhuo was also familiar.
Lin Hui finally came to his senses and knelt down, crying loudly.
The two of them were crying loudly, looking somewhat inexplicable.
But if we hadn’t experienced the slaughter of billions of human race people, the massacre of tens of millions of warriors, the destruction of their homes, and no hope, how could we appreciate the greatness of Xin Sheng!
The two men kowtowed heavily.
After a while, Hu Jiu raised his head sadly, his face resolute, and he seemed to have made up his mind: "Go back to the north and inform the human race of this news. You must go back!"
"Go back!" Lin Hui gritted his teeth and approved.
The two of them jumped up and ran out of the city. After leaving a hundred miles, they looked back and bowed again, and then without stopping for a moment, they flew straight to the north.
Encountering countless foreign races along the way, the two used secret techniques to avoid them carefully, and flew over at low altitudes when no one was around.
Traveling day and night, the journey is full of dust.
After going through countless hardships, three months, and almost being killed by aliens several times, he finally arrived at Cangyue Ancient City, one of the twenty cities in the south, which was surrounded by aliens for 80,000 miles.
He tried his best to break through the encirclement of foreign masters and reach the city.
Looking at the closed city gate, the city wall with the rhythm of the formation flowing in the sky, and the large number of elite human warriors on the city wall, the two of them almost burst into tears again.
"who?"
On the city wall, a Yuanji Realm master angrily shouted that hundreds of warriors around him had already opened the "Xuanling Shocking Moon Bow". The bow was like a thunderbolt, filled with wind and thunder. It was a treasure of Tianxuan Holy Land and could shoot Yuan Ji. All alien races under extreme conditions.
Lin Hui raised his hands tremblingly, and couldn't help crying anymore: "Everyone, we come from the south, and there are still small formations in the south in the hands of the human race!"
"fart!"
The Yuanji realm warrior guarding the city wall was furious, "For nearly twenty years since the foreign invasion, the color of the world has changed. The four major formations are gone. Where are the small formations left?"
Hu Jiu said sadly: "Xin Zhuo, Saint Xin is still holding on. He has not backed down for nineteen years. He has killed hundreds of foreign saints and tens of millions of foreigners. The foreigners have never been able to cross the Baizuyuan Formation. You can Seize the foreign captives and you will find out once you ask them!”
The Yuanji master on the city wall was stunned, and then his body trembled, his eyes were red, and he choked with sobs: "Xin Zhuo... is it really still there?"
This person's name is Wu Tiange. He was the young master who originally came to Great Plains from the east. But now he has been wasted for decades and is only halfway to becoming a quasi-sage.
"Sage Xin is still here..."
Suddenly there was a cry on the city wall.
The crying was not artificial, everyone knew what it meant.
In the past twenty years of fighting, from anger to pessimism, to despair, only 80,000 territories of 700,000 miles of heaven and earth can survive. Countless warriors have died tragically, countless saints have died in battle, and many great saints and saint kings have also died!
Countless touching stories spread all over the world!
There is no old friend eighty thousand miles away!
There are no humans 80,000 miles away!
This has long been the consensus of everyone.
However……
Xin Sheng! Still standing alone in the far south!
How many endless fights has he experienced, and what kind of hardships has he experienced.
"Come up!"
Wu Tiange suppressed his sadness, waved to Lin Hui and Hu Jiubei to enter the city, and then personally led the two of them straight into the city.
As they ran all the way, they could not suppress their shouts: "The Southern Hundred Tribes Yuan Formation, Saint Xin has been holding on to it for nineteen years and is still there!"
"Sage Xin, guarding the small formation in southern Xinjiang, resisted the aliens for nineteen years and never fell!"
…
Originally, there were billions of human beings, like the princes crossing the river, but now they are crowded into cities, villages and towns in the world of 80,000 miles, and it is so dense that it is outrageous.
Wu Tiange's loud voice spread in all directions. At first, there was no movement in the streets, alleys, pavilions, and courtyards. Until the sound faded away, dense crowds of people came out. They looked at each other blankly at first, and then reacted.
"Hulala..."
There are figures kneeling and worshiping towards the south everywhere.
Then the cries shook the sky.
…
Cangyue Academy.
It is the 300th academy under the Confucian sect of the human race. It not only accepts ordinary disciples, but also martial arts and Confucian cultivators. It has not failed to publicize the deeds of the human race's martial immortals every day in these years.
In the past twenty years, there have been countless stories of the human race resisting alien races. One by one, they have been cited repeatedly in order to inspire the fighting spirit of a group of pessimistic surrenderers.
At this moment, three thousand students in the academy were sitting on the ground. Looking around, they were all young Confucian scholars of both sexes. They were all dressed in white and spotless. The men were handsome and free-spirited, while the women were delicate and beautiful.
Although the human race is in decline, it has not conquered this place, so it is still safe for the time being. The Wuxian people are fighting for their lives, and they have little to do with them.
Even the dignitaries still sang and danced day and night.
"If we talk about saints and heroes, he must be the Prince of Yuheng Holy Land. This man is only in the Yang Realm, but he fought three battles with foreigners and returned without any damage..."
A beautiful female member with a graceful figure looked around the three thousand brothers and spoke eloquently.
"No!"
A charming male member stood up and retorted: "Junior sister Jiang's words are wrong. If we talk about heroes and sages, it must be Zhang Xianren of the Jade Sword Sect. This man has five degenerates in nature and human beings. He led his disciples to repel three thousand alien races..."
Neither of them was convinced by the other, and they argued in various ways. Then, with the support of three thousand brothers, they looked at the old master Huang Taigai in front of him under the weeping willow. This old master came from afar and was a scholar of heaven and earth.
"Hmm..." Huang Taigai stroked his beard and was speechless. Who kind of saints are these?
"Let me tell you what sages and heroes are..."
A middle-aged man outside the door staggered into the courtyard, tears dripping down his gown, and his steps staggered: "It's Mr. Jiang Wuwei who guarded Huoshuang Cave for three years, killed millions of aliens, and lost an arm and a leg!
After four years of bloody battle in Baiyun Mountain, before his death, he exchanged his life with four alien saints.
It was Qingxiao from Bei Ming Mansion who killed the Five Saints by one person in the Huangdi Valley and was pierced through the heart by thousands of arrows in the end!
It was Ye Miaojin who persisted for seven years in the Five Elements Sea, killed countless aliens, and was finally injured by the alien great sage and returned unconscious and dying!
Now……"
He paused and couldn't help but choked up: "I told you what a sage is, what a hero is, what a saint is in heaven and earth. He has no friends eighty thousand miles away, but he is five hundred thousand miles away, alone and without hope. Without reinforcements, they persisted for nineteen years, resisting tens of millions of aliens and hundreds of alien saints, Xin Zhuo, Saint Xin!
Nineteen years! Many of you were not even born then!
But he faced endless aliens who had been guarding him for nineteen years!
Now he is still there, attracting hundreds of millions of aliens to besiege him and easing the pressure on the human race, but we are unable to help him! It’s impossible…the sages of heaven and earth are just like that…”
At this point, he burst into tears and fainted.
"boom……"
Three thousand Confucian scholars stood up one after another, their expressions changed drastically.
Huang Taigai also stood up solemnly, his face changing.
…
At this moment, the alleys in Cang Yue City were empty, and the cries were loud.
Nawu Tiange took Lin Hui and two people straight to a tall building in the middle city.
Before they could get close, the three people inside flashed out.
Ji Fengyu, the great sage of the Ji family, Jiang Nuying, and Kujian Dongtian Suli were trapped in Kukai.
Jiang Nuying stepped forward and grabbed Wu Tiange's arm: "What are you talking about?"
Wu Tiange said sadly: "...Xin Zhuo is still there, and has been holding the southern formation for nineteen years! Bai Zuyuan is still there!"
Jiang Nuying was stunned, and then her tears rolled down: "Uncle..."
Su Li on the side was also choked with sobs. The hardships and sadness of these years rushed into his heart, but they were not worth one cent of Xin Zhuo's persistence for nineteen years.
The great sage of the Ji family, Ji Fengyu, took a deep breath, first bowed his hands towards the south, and then said in a deep voice: "Go to the Imperial Capital of Daqian quickly. The ancestors and the three eldest sons are discussing defense matters. Also, let someone tell you Her Majesty the Empress who is cultivating in the abyss!"
(End of chapter)
