Chapter 974: Horror at Xin Zhuo’s spell reaching the sky
Except for two of the ten alien saints who have been defeated, the other eight have extremely arrogant and unique contempt on their faces,
The Suto clenched his fists, hammered his chest, opened his wide mouth, and spat out fiercely. The bright real fire rushed towards him like a prairie fire, and half of the sky seemed to be burned.
Ulan stepped forward and shot a starlight with his horn, which turned into eight hundred stars and heavenly soldiers.
There was another person, muttering something in his mouth, and the overwhelming ghost figures roared towards him.
There was another person who roared high into the sky, causing sand and rocks to fly in the blink of an eye.
"This..."
"Foreign spells!"
"All spells defile the human body!"
"Warriors cannot understand!"
Within the formation, Ancestor Feijian, Ancestor Xuance and others panicked and shouted angrily: "Saint, come back quickly, don't resist!"
This shout was a little late. Therefore, it is magic, which is most closely related to martial arts and martial arts. The biggest difference is that no matter how mysterious martial arts magic is, it cannot escape the categories of "martial arts" and "qi", while magic appears out of thin air, manipulates nature, is weird and unpredictable, and has blocked Xin Zhuo from all directions in the blink of an eye.
Can’t run away!
However, Xin Zhuo didn't mean to back down at all. With a trace of confusion on his face, he said: "Brothers from the foreign races, have you really not asked about my name, Xin Zhuo?"
Why do you think these aliens are so cute when they are working hard?
The people in Suhu and Wulan were at a loss, what did they mean? I also need to ask you in advance who is a warrior in the first level of Human Saint?
The next moment, Xin Zhuo made seals with his hands and muttered words: "The decree of heaven and earth, the wind and clouds gathered, saying call the wind!"
"Call——"
The heaven and earth were abrupt. A strong wind blew. This wind was an evil wind, invisible but colored, and could blow the heaven, earth and people.
“Buzz——”
The magic of a group of aliens, the fire retreats! Ghosts are gone! The heavenly soldiers are swaying here and there! Flying sand and scattered rocks!
However, that's not all. Xin Zhuo pointed his finger again: "Feng Bo's command, wind, cloud, thunder and lightning obey my command, calling for rain!"
"Boom!"
< br>Clouds rolled in the sky, thunder and lightning struck, and then heavy rain poured down.
This rain is tangible and colorless, but it has the strangeness of dirtying people's soul and body.
Within the formation, Feijian Ancestor and others were dumbfounded; Lu Zhiruo and He Jiuhe, who were waiting but did not take action, were horrified.
A saint, practicing both law and martial arts?
“?”
Outside the formation, Suhu and a group of other alien saints also looked dull and at a loss.
How come a mere saint knows magic? Is there something wrong with that?
As a young priest of the "Xingyue Clan", Wulan's tribe is particularly sensitive to strange phenomena in the sky. He couldn't help but said in shock: "In the ancient fairyland, Da Siyu and Feng Bo used the magic of summoning wind and rain. Who is this guy?"< br>
The last few words were almost shouted!
Suhu looked at the spells that he and others had long dissipated. Even though there were still brilliant alien spells, in this evil wind and rain, his body was weak and his soul was trembling slightly. He did not dare to use it at will, and he was angry. Drink: "Kill this man!"
The eight alien saints forcibly brought up their true energy and killed him with the power of the sky.
However, Xin Zhuo was addicted to playing magic. He made a seal with his hands and pointed out a finger: "The god of Cao Tian Ge was captured by the rhinoceros armor, and the spirit blade chariot hub met at hand-to-hand combat. Formation!"
"Buzz——"
In the wind and rain, suddenly a void seemed to come from the ancient river. Large golden chariots and spears and golden armored heavenly soldiers emerged from the "void" to form a decisive formation. Fa welcomes him, and the wind and rain are blown away.
The expressions of Sudo and others changed again.
The eight human saints and eight weapons are blocked by holy patterns and true energy.
“Bang!”
The spell was shattered, and the eight people's bodies were slightly numb, but nothing serious. They looked at each other and pounced on Xin Zhuo again.
Xin Zhuo did not dare to resist, so he immediately stepped back three miles and made another seal with his hands: "Let you see what the magic is! The sea is covered with water, the water of the rivers of heaven and earth is drawn, and the seven states are flooded before resting!"< br>
Reach out your hand and point towards a large river in the abyss in the distance.
The turbulent river was intercepted in its two to three hundred mile wide channel, shot high into the sky, and thrown headlong.
For a while, the river water poured back, like a flood flooding the world.
"Wow——"
It poured heavily into countless alien races, and the boundless alien races were submerged by the river in the blink of an eye.
Most of the foreign races do not understand the nature of water, and they suddenly become confused, drifting with the current, screaming for help in panic.
When did a group of people in Suhu see this weird technique? They were horrified and had no intention of fighting. They gave up chasing Xin Zhuo and flew back: "Retreat!"
Densely crowded aliens Flying wildly through the sky and slicing through the water to escape. However, that's not all...
Xin Zhuo stood with his back against the large light screen, his long hair flying, his eyebrows open and his eyes raised, and the [Nine Nether Hundreds of Ice] came out.
“Creak…”
The vast ocean below and countless alien races are frozen.
The ice is still spreading forward.
"You've seen a ghost, run away! Run away quickly! Fly through the fucking air! Don't touch the river water! This is the monster's sacred water of heaven and earth, everything is ice!"
Sudo was in a panic high in the sky, hissing roared.
However, it is useless to rush. The violent wind and heavy rain between heaven and earth have stained the bodies and souls of most of the alien races. They are struggling and running very slowly!
"Creak, creak..."
Hundreds of miles away have completely turned into a world of ice, and the rushing river water is also frozen, shining with crystal light and beautiful.
Countless aliens turned into ice sculptures, with expressions of fear and despair on their faces.
Far ahead, most of the dark alien race, led by Sudo and others, finally escaped.
"Huu——"
In the formation, Feijian Ancestor, Lingdao Ancestor, Xuance Ancestor, Lu Zhiruo, He Jiuhe and others were almost suffocated. They couldn't understand Xin The means of a saint.
This is not a normal warrior! He is not a normal saint either!
Not to mention his arrogance in smashing away a foreign saint with a halberd, but what about those miraculous spells?
What’s going on with the three hundred miles of ice?
Are these years of practice false?
In the sky, Xin Zhuo's face turned pale, he was having a little too much fun, and his energy was drained. He waved his hands vigorously, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and hundreds of miles of ice collapsed together with the corpses of the aliens.
No less than 70,000 to 80,000 alien corpses were scattered all over the valley, making them miserable.
The ordinary warriors in the formation finally reacted. They wiped the blood on their faces and shouted excitedly: "The saint is mighty, the saint is mighty..."
"Wow——"
At this time, Xiao Huang, who was with Lu Zhiruo and the other four but had not made any move, suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of Linqiu City, and rushed towards him with a monstrous aura.
“嘁——”
Over Linqiu City, a colorful bird spread its wings and flew into the distance.
Xiao Huang was a step too slow and missed the dog's paw.
The colorful bird flapped its wings for three hundred miles, and then flapped its wings for another three hundred miles. In the blink of an eye, it flew across the small formation of "Hundred Clans Abyss".
What happens next? Stop fluttering your wings and pass through a large primitive jungle and dense human city.
Nine hundred miles...
A thousand miles...
Three thousand miles...
Five thousand miles...
Fourteen thousand eight hundred miles later, we arrived over a huge ocean. Viewed from a high altitude, the sea looked more like a continuous three-thousand-mile stretch. The thousand-mile lake is guarded by nine astrolabees, shining with the brilliance of the formation that strangles all intruders.
The location here is excellent. Sitting on the top spot with a radius of 200,000 miles, you can see in all directions. It is also the place where spiritual energy and dragon heads gather.
The colorful bird broke through an air barrier and seemed to have entered another space. There was a huge island with more than 3,000 magnificent palaces on it.
At this time, in the palace, densely packed golden-armored soldiers were forming to fight the enemy, and countless warriors with wide robes and flying sleeves were rushing into the sky.
Right above the palace, there is a huge black boat fortress, which seems to have broken through some kind of restriction and forced its way in. There are hundreds of majestic aliens standing on it, shooting with magic weapons. Come down.
In the palace below, soldiers and warriors kept attacking.
The roar of "boom" resounded throughout the world.
The colorful bird fluttered into a corner of a palace full of spiritual flowers. A woman with a frosty face seemed to have been waiting for a long time. She reached out to take it, closed her eyes, and opened it after a moment, with a horrified expression on her face. He ducked under a huge and majestic palace and climbed up the steps. After walking a full nine hundred steps, he arrived at the palace gate. Before he could enter, he was greeted by an extremely terrifying aura.
The woman was not afraid at all, she just quickened her pace and entered the palace. Looking around, she found hundreds of warriors in wide robes and sleeves sitting cross-legged.
These people sitting there are all above the level of Human Saint.
Jiang Wen from Jiang and Ye Feiying from Ye were also there, but they were relegated to the middle seats.
Cui Ying'er, Han Qiniang, Han Jiulang and others were also there, but they were only standing behind an old man with gray hair and brocade clothes who was beside Jiang Wen.
At this moment, everyone looked at the woman.
The woman cupped her fists and saluted, and said in a deep voice: "The news of Bai Zuyuan Xiaozhen has finally arrived!"
(End of this chapter)