Chapter 973: Vulnerability and the Alien’s Plan
“Woo…”
“Boom, Boom, Boom…”
The vast sound of the alien’s horn sounded in the south of Qiulin City. "Hundred Clans Abyss" sounded on the huge plain of the generation, the wind seemed to have stopped, the air was filled with solemnity, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was maddening.
As the overwhelming alien army gets closer and closer, many warriors in the formation light screen have sweat on their foreheads, their heavy breathing can be heard clearly, and the knuckles holding the Lingbao weapon turn white.
"Bang the drum!"
Feijian Ancestor suddenly spread out his beard and hair and raised his right hand.
"Dong Dong..."
Inside the formation, there was a ten-foot-tall warrior with natural divine power who beat a three-foot-long drum with all his strength.
The sound of the drums was rumbling and inspiring, and the 100,000 warriors gradually calmed down.
"Ha——"
The dark and invisible alien army finally arrived in front of the formation light curtain, manipulating ferocious weapons, carrying evil spirit beasts and boundless infuriating energy, and struck heavily In formation.
The earth shook and the mountains shook for a moment, and violent air waves rushed into the formation. Hundreds of low-level human warriors bled from their orifices and died tragically on the spot.
“Infuriating blessing!”
The female quasi-sage of Xuance Palace scolded angrily.
Tens of thousands of warriors worked hard to activate their true energy and input it into the "formation piles" located four hundred miles away to stabilize the formation.
“Kill!”
The Spirit Sword Ancestor raised his right hand and swung it down heavily. The human warriors who had been training for several days were all working to the extreme, using their weapons to control their true energy in a uniform manner. Cut it down with force.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The sword energy, sword light, and true energy, as violent as the sea and with overwhelming murderous intent, transformed into shapes, like a meat grinder harvesting life, and chopped out of the formation.
"Puff puff puff..."
The densely packed alien race was cut into pieces, the corpses fell like snow flakes, and the blood was scattered wantonly.
“Kill——”
The aliens were not afraid of death, stepping on corpses one after another, with a lifeless impact for more than 400 miles.
“Defend again!”
The Spirit Sword Ancestor roared angrily, and a hundred thousand warriors lined up to meet him, assassinating him from afar.
Looking around, as far as the eye can see, there is a killing field, with dazzling brilliance and flying zhenqi, winding and circling from the ground to high in the sky. It is huge and the scene is tragic.
In just a moment, the corpses of aliens and humans piled up into a hill.
There is only primitive fighting between heaven and earth, which is ten times and a hundred times more terrifying than the mortal army. It is as brutal and bloody as the Shura field. There is no reason to explain, it is just life and death!
Xin Zhuo sat cross-legged high in the sky, never moving. He was silently looking at the ten alien saints and more than two hundred alien quasi-sages opposite who also did not take action.
This power is too terrifying.
It would be okay if they didn't do it themselves. Once these people are all scattered and break the formation, they will not be able to kill people everywhere. In today's battle, the warriors under his command will probably lose their lives and injuries, and the formation will eventually be broken.
Once you break the formation, your practice plan will fail.
The 70 million human race people in the rear have no way out.
So, he must block these people.
"Your Majesty, please!"
At this moment, one of the ten alien saints walked out. He had a very long nose and a pair of pointed ears. He was slender but looked very powerful. He cupped his fists and saluted. , said in a jerky tone: "The Black Tallow Fish of the Wushi Clan, a middle-level human saint. I heard that you have a high level of cultivation, strong methods, and the ability to fight across borders. I am willing to discuss with you outside the battle!"
Xin Zhuo Frowning, a little confused, discussing? Comparing each other in a life-and-death battle?
The tens of thousands of warriors, Feijian Ancestor, Spirit Sword Ancestor and Xuance Ancestor below who did not participate in the fighting and blessing formations looked fiercely and saw the Spirit Sword Ancestor hissing: "Saint, no!"
Sage Xin is the only hope and confidence for these one hundred thousand warriors. If there is a mistake in the formation, this small formation of "Hundred Clans Abyss" will be broken in one day!
However, Xin Zhuo just pondered for a moment, ignored it, and jumped out of the formation. The air outside the formation was full of strange smell and hostility. He stood up with his sleeves waved, wary of the other nine alien saints, and looked directly at the tallow tree in front of him. Fish: "As you wish, please!"
Then The tallow fish chuckled lightly, with a particularly sinister look on his face. He rolled up his gray-black energy and suddenly broke through the distance. He arrived ten feet in front of Xin Zhuo. He held a spear in his hand, like a dragon exploring its cave, bringing up the terrifying force within a three-mile radius. Every trace of the black aura can tear apart mountains and collapse rocks, heading straight for Xin Zhuo's chest.
Xin Zhuo stretched out his right hand, and Fang Tian's painted halberd roared out. Three Yangs appeared behind him, like a bright sun in the sky.
The Sixth Halberd [Tongyang]
The halberd suddenly glowed with the bright light of the Solstice, complementing the three bright suns of the mind, as if it could wipe out all the illusions in the world.
Two figures, one from the south and one from the north, were approaching quickly in the eyes of the large group of aliens and humans.
“Dang!”
There was a loud noise, and the dazzling brilliance of true energy exploded and billowed.
The black tallow fish's sinister expression changed. The black aura on the spear was instantly dispersed. The blood-red gun handle trembled violently. His tiger's mouth cracked with three blood marks, and half of his body was numb.
He suddenly understood why Ulan lost!
The kid in front of me is only in the first stage of human sainthood, but he has the power to collapse mountains and stir up seas!
Immediately, his body flashed, changing directions eighteen times, opening his mouth and spitting out a puff of thick black smoke. The smoke quickly dispersed, surrounding Xin Zhuo.
"Jie Jie..."
In the harsh and strange laughter, hundreds of palace-sized boulders appeared out of thin air, attacking Xin Zhuo in the mist and smashing them down.
Every stone can repel a saint. This is the innate magical power of the Wushi tribe.
This blow killed at least seven saints that year.
Xin Zhuo's martial arts was fully activated, and he scanned all the boulders. [Shiji Demonic Power] came out from the sea of dan and clung to his arm, and then clung to the big halberd from his arm.
The third halberd [Dragon Binding]. The halberd rolled seven times in mysterious arcs, but it had already swung out hundreds of halberds, each weighing no less than a million kilograms. It shot from all directions, like a trap for dragons and trapped beasts, and hit the boulders.
“Bang bang bang…”
In the mist, the densely packed boulders were like tofu breaking into pieces at the touch, and stone chips like raindrops were scattered below.
"Chirp——"
At this moment, a spearhead suddenly poked out of the mist, as ferocious as a razor, with dazzling stone sea holy patterns, as if the spearhead was Appeared from the sea of crumbling rocks.
The angle is not only tricky, but it also combines with the saint's strongest holy pattern, a sure-killing blow, a sure-killing blow!
The face of the black tallow fish poked out from the black mist, revealing a hint of a ferocious smile. This was his killer move.
Unexpectedly, Xin Zhuo suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Do you, a foreigner, have this little ability?"
The halberd swings horizontally, suddenly shattering all the boulders, and then points out another halberd, nine colors of true energy With great force, the three sacred symbols of killing, unyielding, and halberd path appeared together.
The Seventh Halberd [Zhu Xian]!
The light of the halberd went first, and then the murderous intention was as heavy as the sea, as heavy as the mountain, and the killing was domineering!
The dark red pupils of the tallow fish shrank sharply: "You..."
He couldn't understand the three sacred patterns.
An endless killing halberd, the first breath shattered the spear head, the second breath shattered the stone sea sacred pattern, and the third breath hit his chest.
"Bang!"
"Ah——"
The tallow fish was unstoppable, its chest was shattered, its sternum was broken, blood spattered, and it flew upside down.
The black mist suddenly dissipated!
In the eyes of a group of Feijian Ancestors inside the formation and a large number of foreigners outside the formation, the tallow fish shot away like rags with blood, with stone shadows flying along the way and a riot of true energy.
"The saint is mighty!"
A mountain roar and tsunami came from the formation.
Outside the formation, a group of alien quasi-sages, Ulan, Suhu and others were surprised.
Sudo stepped forward, holding the tallow fish with his rough right hand as heavy as a mountain, and asked in a deep voice: "Why?"
The tallow fish barely stabilized its figure, its pupils shrunk and With lingering fear in his heart, he yelled with difficulty: "Three avenues of pattern, one halberd weighs seven million kilograms, the nine-color saint's true energy is stronger than me, stronger than you, this kid is wrong, he is not a human race, and the weak human race does not have this kind of power! "
"Fart!"
Suhu was furious and looked at a foreign woman in the Holy Land: "Hu Tu, come on!"
The woman named Hu Tu had a naturally blue face, a bifurcated tongue, and fangs. She was holding a fork and without saying a word, she rolled up the surging sea water and pressed it towards Xin Zhuo.
The sea roared, transforming into ten water dragons, spinning endlessly around her. The fork suddenly grew in size, hundreds of feet long, and went straight to the center of Xin Zhuo's eyebrows.
Her sacred patterns seemed to be sea water, and the dense lines formed a Tai Chi Bagua diagram, following and pressing down with overwhelming force.
The momentum of half the sky was affected.
Ordinary people and saints will be injured with one blow!
Xin Zhuo stood with his halberd raised and watched silently. He didn't quite understand the purpose of these alien races. He knew clearly that he had the strength to fight in the middle realm of the Killing Saint, so why did he have to fight one by one?
Exhaust yourself?
It is no exaggeration to say that Xin Zhuo’s Qi is ten times that of those in the same realm. There are exactly ten alien saints, and his Qi recovery speed is also ten times that of those in the same realm. He wants to consume himself to death. , it’s best not to be consumed by yourself!
However, he has lost patience.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived seven feet in front of the woman. Three bright suns and nine-color zhenqi shot straight into the sky and hit her with a halberd.
The eyebrows were opened and the eyes were raised. The nine rays of coldness of [Nine Nether Hundreds of Ice] blocked the world with sinister force, instantly freezing the woman's nine water dragons and forks.
"The Divine Water of Heaven and Earth, no good, get away!"
Suhu and Ulan from behind exclaimed at the same time.
The green face of the woman named Hu Tu turned even greener. Regardless, she gritted her teeth and forcibly broke through the ice and went straight to Xin Zhuo.
“Supreme!”
Xin Zhuo shouted, the red-yellow, dazzling Supreme Dao pattern overwhelmed all the holy patterns of the holy realm, and as soon as it appeared, it made people’s scalp hair-raising. numb.
"Buzz——"
Hu Tu's sacred pattern was shattered with one blow.
The euphorbia struck her chest hard with unparalleled dominance.
“Bang!”
Hu Tu screamed, his mouth and nose bleeding, the slender woman’s body slumped and flew upside down, as soft as a shrimp.
Seeing this, the other eight human saints from the alien race swarmed up and held her back.
“This person is born with supernatural power, the Dao patterns are weird and difficult to break, the divine water of heaven and earth, and the halberd technique are unknown...”
Na Wulan looked fiercely at Suhu next to him, “This person is definitely not The human race, he has the power of the Shenwu Clan and the domineering holy marks of the Wu Clan..."
The Suhu's eyes were gloomy, and he waved his hands vigorously, and more than two hundred alien quasi-sages rushed towards Four Hundred Miles A small array of light curtains appeared, and he looked directly at Xin Zhuo: "Where did the monster come from? No wonder the human race sent you here alone. You are indeed strong, but let's stop there. The human race is weak, and the ancient emperor only practices martial arts and not martial arts. Look, the magic of all races, death!”
Then Wu Lan also came to the spirit: “The warrior is not skilled in the magic, kill this person!”
Xin Zhuo: "?"
(End of this chapter)