Chapter 976: Breaking through the Distance of the Human Saint Realm
Night falls.
In the dimly lit depths of the Baizu Abyss, in a stone canyon that stretches for hundreds of miles, ten people from the Barbarian Suhu tribe and the Xingyue tribe Wulan sat cross-legged.
The injuries of Black Tall Fish and Hu Tu improved a bit after taking the clan's sacred medicine, but their faces were still a little pale and their whole bodies were numb.
All ten of them had gloomy faces with a bit of decadence.
"Grandpa, have we won the battle?"
A barbarian young master, hired by a slave, quietly came up from a distance.
“Get out!” Sudo was furious.
The young master took a few steps back and said, "Are you cruel to me? Sooner or later I will defeat you!"
He ran away with his slave Sayazi.
Only then did Sudo look at the other nine people. The tattoos on his body were dazzling and bright, which only appeared when he was angry, and said: "Li Yili!"
Clicking his fingers: "This person can be defeated across the border. Any one of us; this person’s natural divine power is as powerful as the Shenwu Clan; this person’s sacred pattern is as powerful as the Wu Clan; this person’s martial arts and magical powers are stronger than us; this person can use magic and is stronger than us; this person can Possessing the sacred water of heaven and earth that human masters snatched from our tribe; this person..."
"Stop talking!" Ulan waved his hand, "I'm going home now, I don't want to fight. "
Suhu's eyes widened and he scolded: "Cowardly woman!"
Ulan smiled bitterly: "I finally understand why the big shot of the human race sent him. The monster is a genius who is very favored by the martial arts among the human race. Everyone is looking for him and gives him all the good things!”
Black tallow fish said: "How about we incite rebellion against this person and send you to marry him!"
"Fart!" Ulan was furious, "The human race has oppressed our Xingyue clan for a hundred thousand years. The Holy Lord was killed by them. I would rather not avenge this I wish I could die!”
Tallowfish’s eyes flickered and he said: “Go and invite Linglong from the Snow Wing Tribe, Lin Xiutian from the Qinglin Tribe and Xue Xing from the Barbarian Tribe. This time, the thirteen saints from the ten tribes will kill hundreds of people. Clan Yuan is the order of the ancestors, and all three of them are The genius who drank the blood of the gods is still doing nothing."
"No need!"
Sudu looked to the north: "We haven't lost yet, we just made a mistake. , just want to kill this guy, but Without thinking about breaking the formation, the human race is fighting against hundreds of tribes. They don't have enough manpower. They have no reinforcements. We have 60 million people from the ten tribes. Just charge the formation. None of the 100,000 warriors under his command will survive. As long as the formation is broken, It's not difficult to kill him!
And if he dares to come out of the battle, we will kill him and see what happens to him! "
......
In the small formation of "Hundred Clan Abyss", densely packed warriors looked sad and were carrying the corpses of their fellow disciples to give them a barely decent funeral.
< br>Not far away two Within an hour, a large row of simple sheds were built. In the largest room in the middle, the eight quasi-sages including Patriarch Feijian and Xin Zhuo were sitting cross-legged.
The four of them, Lu Zhiruo and Xiao Huang, were standing there. Waiting on the side.
"In today's battle, the saint showed great power, so congratulations!" The great monk of Bodhi Temple, Quasi-sage, clasped his palms together, his face full of flattery.
Xin Zhuo glanced at him: "Speak humanly!"
The great monk smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, back to the saint, today we killed 8,000 people and injured 12,000... …”
The faces of Feijian Ancestor and Lingdao Ancestor were extremely ugly. They all knew what this meant.
This kind of casualty ratio is really terrible, and on the premise that the saints drove them away with one against ten, how could they withstand it if they were caught in a continuous bloody battle?
As long as ten days pass, he will be damn dead.
Feijian Ancestor hesitated for a moment: "Perhaps there is no need to be so pessimistic. Most of those who died today were low-level disciples, and the rest are all elite disciples above Earth Immortal. Maybe things will be better in the future."
Ancestor Xuance sighed: "The ten major alien races have at least tens of millions of people, all of them are beast-like alien cultivators!"
The ancestor of the Spirit Sword asked Xin Zhuo cautiously: "Saint Can we kill all the ten alien saints? It will be much easier if they are leaderless."
Everyone looked at it. Although this thing sounded outrageous, the saint showed his power today and gave it to him. They have great confidence.
Xin Zhuo said calmly: "No!"
Anyone who can reach the saint realm, no matter what race he is, even if he is a piece of cake, cannot be a fool. If he cannot be beaten, he can run away, or be beaten by a group of ten people. Own. He was sure of defeating a few of them. If he wanted to kill them all, he was just kidding.
Everyone was silent.
Xin Zhuo said again: "Tomorrow, pull out my killing weapons, pull out the spiritual beasts, and try again."
With that said, Xiao Huang's figure flashed and disappeared from the place.
When he reappeared, he had arrived at Linqiu City. The city was brightly lit with thousands of lights, but it was full of pessimism and desolation. Today’s war in the south was clearly felt here.
Ordinary people are as weak as a group of lambs to foreigners. They have no confidence.
Xin Zhuo watched silently for a while, then flashed again and had arrived in the small formation space.
After the formation is activated, the evil spirit and will-o'-wisps become more intense, like ghosts on earth.
He walked to the Bagua table in the middle, sat down cross-legged, and calmed down a little.
To be honest, I don’t know how the aliens will attack tomorrow, and how long the warriors under my command can withstand it.
The essence of this small formation is that he, the guarding saint, controls the main formation, and the warriors under his command bless the formation stakes. If the warriors under his command are defeated another day and no reinforcements arrive, then this small formation can only rely on him. If a person insists on it, he must waste more than half of his energy on blessing, and he may not be able to do a good job in blessing.
The practice plan is a bit taken for granted!
No! It also depends on how much zhenqi can be captured today and the progress of practice. If he can be promoted to the human-sage realm in a short time, everything is promising.
At the moment, Wangyue Well was summoned, and the surface of the well changed——
[...Note: The spirit sacrifices are in agreement with three hundred thousand-year-old warriors, and you can seize them! 】
It means that one hundred thousand foreigners were killed today, and three hundred ancient warriors can absorb their cultivation and true energy.
Xin Zhuo felt a little excited, stretched out his hand and grabbed it!
“Whoosh——”
In the withered bones that looked like an abyss in all directions, three hundred bodies were suddenly forcibly seized with a large amount of remaining pure energy, and then lost their luster and hardness in the blink of an eye.
These infuriating energy quickly entered his body.
Xin Zhuo immediately started to use his mental method, receiving it bit by bit, introducing it into the sea of alchemy, leading to the limbs and bones, and then converted it into his own true energy, flowing into the five holy gates, and matured bit by bit.
Half an hour later, I opened my eyes, feeling a little disappointed and understanding.
The remaining true energy of three hundred thousand-year-old warriors is, after all, a remnant, and it can provide too little,
He estimated that it would take about thirty times of this amount to break through to the human-sage realm.
In other words, we still need to kill 2.9 million aliens? Or kill some high-level aliens?
How long will this take? Can the warriors under my command still withstand it?
What he doesn’t know is how difficult it is to cultivate the holy realm. It takes a normal saint to go from the initial realm to the middle realm, and it takes a hundred years or more for an outstanding true saint. Some people even waste their whole lives in this realm and are unable to go any further. .
The higher one goes in cultivation, the more difficult it becomes. This is not empty talk. If not, wouldn’t there be masters everywhere in the world? Which great sage has not lived for more than five hundred years?
To let people know that you can still practice like this, you have to go crazy.
......
At dawn, the alien horns sounded again.
The human warriors already have experience, and under the leadership of Feijian Ancestor and others, they are beating drums and waiting.
However, after a moment, all the warriors were stunned——
(End of this chapter)