Chapter 978 Two months, more than three million corpses
“Nine thousand dead, fifteen thousand injured!”
“There are only seventy thousand fighting disciples left.”
< br>"Hong Mei, the ancestor of Xiushan Sect's quasi-sage, died in battle!"
In the largest shed, the great monk quasi-sage of Bodhi Temple reported the battle losses with difficulty.
Feijian Patriarch and several other quasi-saints had sad expressions on their faces. It is true that the saint still showed great power today. He defeated the ten saints of the alien race with three strikes, five and two, and cast powerful spells to drive the alien race away. However, he could not bear the real strength of the alien race. Too many.
Ancestor Xuance smiled bitterly and said: "The main reason is...the attack of more than two hundred quasi-sages from the alien race is too strong, and we can't hold it back. No matter how well prepared we are, most of the disciples are defeated by these Quasi-sage kills!"
Xin Zhuo put his arms on his knees. The foreign man Suhu was already powerful, far superior to his fellow humans, and even a level higher than himself. His arms Feeling a little numb, he asked: "How many casualties did the aliens have?"
"A lot!"
This was the only thing worth cheering for. The great monk of Bodhi Temple said: "We have attack frames and souls." With the help of beasts, they killed sixty-seven thousand of them, and the saints were frozen for thousands of miles and killed another seventy-eight thousand. Today, a hundred and fifty thousand aliens died tragically. If this consumption continues, it will be okay."
"There are tens of millions of foreigners." Feijian Ancestor reminded.
The smile on Monk Bodhi’s face gradually disappeared.
One hundred and fifty thousand, more than yesterday, but... [Nine Nether Baizhang Ice] and [Wind Calling Rain] killed less today than yesterday. These aliens are too skilled...
"Those who died in battle The warriors should be buried alive, and the remaining warriors should be comforted and told that if the formation is broken, everyone will die. It is your choice whether to die in battle or to be tortured in frustration!" Xin Zhuo waved his hand: "Let's go!" >
“Here!”
A kind of quasi-saint gave up and left.
Xin Zhuo signaled that Lu Zhiruo and others did not need to follow, and took Xiao Huang for a stroll, all the way back to the city.
There are more sacrificial spirits that can be captured today than yesterday, and all the remaining true energy of the 487 warriors from ten thousand years ago has been absorbed.
Entry into the Holy Land: 3/30.
He took Xiao Huang out of the underground formation space and flashed to the top of the "White Crane Tower", the tallest building in the city. He put his hands behind his back and silently looked at the night sky behind him.
The "Baizuyuan" small formation had already lost one third of its lives and injured in just two days!
I don’t know what happened to the other small formations, but he had a hunch that there would be no support here.
So, how to ensure that all the warriors under your command will not die before breaking through to the human-sage realm?
If all the warriors die in battle before the breakthrough, your cultivation plan will be ruined, and you will not be able to defend this place.
Xiao Huang looked up at him: "Master, are you looking to see if those old guys will come to help?"
Xin Zhuo chuckled: "Do you think it will be possible?"
"I guess not!" Xiao Huang cursed, "It is unreasonable to have so many people to defend this damn place. The master is alone. It’s not reasonable. I feel like they are trying to trick us.”
Xin Zhuo said nothing.
Xiao Huang sighed and said: "I can summon the psychic demon clan to fight, but I feel that it will not be of much help. There are too many alien clans, and the human warriors cannot accept them, but they will be in chaos."< br>
Xin Zhuo patted his dog's head: "Don't sigh, our luck is so little, it's easy to run away!"
Xiao Huang nodded: "Okay!"
At this moment, the guard jade tablet around Xin Zhuo's waist suddenly became hot. He subconsciously picked it up and saw a sentence coming from it:
"Which human saint is next door? Please help me! I am Zhang Baili, the human saint of the Redbud Holy Land, guarding Luanshiya, and aliens are attacking at night!"
"Can this thing still send messages?" Xiao Huang stretched out his dog's head, Great surprise.
Xin Zhuo also thought it was strange and was too lazy to reply.
"Help, help! Although there is only one saint from the alien race opposite me, who is equal to me, but the tribe is close to 500,000, and I only have 300,000 warriors under my command. Too many people have died in battle, and I am really helpless..."
Jade Another sentence came from the card, and the tone seemed to be very urgent.
Immediately, another person sent a message: "I am competing against green bamboos in the purple bamboo forest and guarding the small formation in the white birch forest. I only have quasi-sage cultivation. I can barely resist the aliens with the two pseudo-sage seniors. I am powerless. I'm sorry!"< br>
Zhang Baili of Bauhinia Holy Land: "Two false saints and one quasi-sage? How many warriors do you have under your command?"
Zizhu Lin Sai Qingzhu: "Two hundred and fifty thousand!"
Zhang Baili of the Holy Land of Bauhinia: "I can come!"
The purple bamboo forest competes with the green bamboo: "If you don't go, take care!"
Then the writing on the jade plaque no longer appeared.
Sai Qingzhu is also nearby?
Xin Zhuo was startled.
"Damn it! Is this a human affairs thing?"
Xiao Huang stared at the jade sign and suddenly cursed: "The old guys above are really trying to trick us. The two small formations next door There is only one alien race and one alien saint, but hundreds of thousands of warriors are sent to guard it.
We are facing ten major alien races, tens of millions of alien races, and ten major alien races. The saints of the clan only send a hundred thousand warriors!
It is extremely shameless to favor one over the other!"
He said "Hey" and said: "Master, you are so powerful. I don’t know how valuable the foreign saints are. You can pick ten of them with ease, which is unprecedented in the world. Why don’t we go and attack the aliens at night?”
Xin Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, then he shook his head.
What I need is the compatibility of the immortal thoughts in the withered bones of thousands of years ago in the small formation to practice. If the aliens don’t attack, does it count if I run over and kill them? What's more, are there any great saints or saint king-level masters in the different ethnic groups? Once the boat capsizes in the gutter, wouldn't it be caused by waves?
Three mountains have been overthrown, and he, Xin Zhuo, is not arrogant enough to attack a foreign tribe single-handedly and escape unscathed.
……
The third day.
heavy rain.
The aliens once again played tricks. They also made catapults and led a large number of beasts to attack from a long distance. Once Xin Zhuo cast a spell, they turned around and ran away.
But Suhu and the others and more than 200 quasi-sages stopped taking action and stared at Xin Zhuo at close range. Their mental skills were operating to the extreme, and their auras were overwhelming. They were just waiting for him to come out of the formation. Three hundred men attack one man.
Still the same old routine, but very useful!
The two sides fought for three hours.
The human warriors suffered heavy casualties. Xin Zhuo charged into the battle again and killed seventeen quasi-sages. He was forced back and used the [Nine Nether Baizhang Ice] to retreat from the alien race.
That night, the number of people was counted, and 5,700 human warriors were killed and 7,000 injured, which was much less than yesterday. Feijian Ancestor and others were greatly relieved.
......
On the fourth day, there was a strange truce between the alien races.
On the fifth day, there was a truce.
...
On the eighth day, millions of foreigners rushed in overwhelmingly without fear of death, and this time they played tricks again.
Their quasi-sages and saints use the sacred objects of the tribe as a guide to use their own magical powers to bombard the formation from a distance, which can break the formation and defend Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo could only fight with magic.
There is nothing good to say, only fighting for one's life, protecting the formation and breaking the formation.
...
Truce on the tenth day.
……
Day 29, truce.
……
On the forty-fifth day, the battle began.
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Day 55.
......
The sixty-ninth day of the battle lasted two hours.
The aliens retreated.
More than two months.
Outside the formation, there were already corpses strewn across the fields, landslides and ground cracks, rivers changing their courses, and trees withering.
In the formation, the tombs stretch for hundreds of miles.
The sky was gloomy.
Lu Zhiruo held a snow-white silk scarf and sat slumped in front of the shed, tears falling down. This silk scarf was the relic of the senior sister with whom she had the best relationship. The senior sister died in battle yesterday and was chopped into pieces by the alien quasi-sage's knife. Nothing left.
Not far away, Murong Bo was holding a corpse, dazed and dazed. The corpse was his aunt, a relative who led him into the Holy Spirit Sword Sect, a Yuan-level Sanlin female cultivator.
Not far away lies a corpse with only half of its head left. It was Liang Wu who wanted to rape Song Xinruo when Xin Zhuo arrived at Linqiu City. , but before dying, he burst out with the most bloody passion in his life, shouted "Humans are invincible", rushed out of the formation, was chopped to death with a sword, and his body flew back into the formation. In the past two months, there have been countless deeds such as this man's bravery and fearlessness.
They don’t know who they fight for and who they die for. What is the righteousness of the human race? Protect the ordinary people behind you? It doesn't matter whether they have to kill or die if they don't. What matters is that they have fulfilled their oath and will not retreat until they die!
"Brother Murong!"
At this moment, He Jiuhe, whose face was full of blood, led a group of people to approach, and hissed: "Senior Murong must be buried with dignity. This is the order of the saint!"
" I don't!"
Murong Bo shouted loudly, "Who are we fighting for? I thought I could achieve great freedom by cultivating the supreme martial arts and flying to the sky. What are we doing here now? They are dying one after another!
There were 110,000 people there, but now there are only 3,328 people. There are only more than 3,000 people left. If the aliens attack again, they will all die!
Where are the reinforcements from the big shots above? Where are the reinforcements? "
He Jiuhe sighed: "The saint sent someone to ask for help the day before yesterday, you don't know! "
"Fart! fart! "Murong Bo yelled, "Luanshiya next door was attacked by aliens at night two months ago. The next day, three false saints went to put out the fire. This is what a good friend of mine told me. He will not lie to me. We abandoned it." Got it! "
He Jiuhe looked ugly and had nothing to say.
In the past two months, many people have discovered that something is wrong. There should not be so few people in "Baizuyuan" here.< br>
Murong Bo yelled again: "The front line of Luan Shi Ya's formation is only seventy miles away, but there are 221 sects and families, and three to four hundred thousand warriors. Our formation front line is more than four hundred miles away, and there are only He lost 110,000 warriors, this is unfair! Unfair!"
He Jiuhe opened his mouth, but still had nothing to say.
"At least we have killed three million aliens, even death is enough!"
In the shed, the voice of Feijian Ancestor suddenly came.
Murong Bo hugged the body tightly, lowered his head, and cried out in pain.
At this time, someone tapped him on the shoulder. When he raised his head, he found that the saint and seven quasi-sage ancestors had arrived.
Xin Zhuo had a trace of exhaustion on his face, and his right hand was always on Murong Bo's shoulder. In the past two months, he had killed more than 3.2 million aliens, which was thirty times the number of human warriors. This is true. He is good enough, but the words on his lips can never come out.
Of the more than three million aliens, two million died at his hands alone. Among them, more than a hundred aliens were quasi-sages, but they had no sense of accomplishment in their hearts. The emotions of aliens and humans are different. He wasn't afraid of death at all, and he didn't show any sadness at all. Killing was like killing a chicken, just a string of numbers that he couldn't even think of at first.
Tired of killing, tired of killing!
Not bad.
Distance to Human Saint Middle Realm: 29/30.
Only one last kill left.
In the past two months, the ten people in Sudo were not fools. They would always change their tactics to deal with him, and their purpose was very clear. If they couldn't be defeated, they would run away, and then they would come back to consume all the money. The warriors under his command.
The battle front of four hundred miles is very long. Xin Zhuo cannot guard it alone. When all the warriors die, the battle will be broken!
The ten alien saints have no formation to suppress them, so they can fight to the death with Xin Zhuo.
And Xin Zhuo's purpose is also very clear, to kill more aliens and seize the sacrificial spirits as soon as possible. Once he enters the realm of human saints, he is sure to kill ten of the opponent's human saints.
This is a bloody rally, and the stakes are human lives!
Human life, this kind of thing, seems to be really worthless now!
“Saint, is there still hope?”
Murong Bo, He Jiuhe and Lu Zhiruo not far away suddenly looked together.
Not only them, but the seven Feijian Ancestors also looked at Xin Zhuo.
Only one last attack left!
More than 3,000 people guarded the 400-mile front line, unable to stop the constant wave of aliens who died one after another. One person is guarding a distance of twenty feet, and he has to hold the array stakes. Once, he will die!
Xin Zhuo was silent for a long time and looked at the snow foam falling from the sky: "I have sent Song Xinruo and three Yuanji masters to ask for help from the Jiusihai Formation thousands of miles behind. Tomorrow, before the aliens attack, , I should be able to come back, and I will definitely bring reinforcements!"
I thought to myself, I am afraid that I will disappoint everyone.
When everyone heard this, their mood lifted a little, and a glimmer of hope appeared on their faces.
“Saint!”
At this moment, four figures rushed towards them in the distance, the leader of which was Song Xinruo, but the four of them looked panicked and their faces were as pale as paper.
The hope on the faces of Feijian Ancestor, Spirit Sword Ancestor and others disappeared in an instant.
"How is it?" Murong Bo looked behind the four people, but there was no one there, and asked in a trembling voice, "Why did you come back so early?"
The chests of Song Xinruo and the other four people were heaving up and down, and their feet seemed to be very heavy. When they got closer, they said with difficulty and bitterness: "Without reinforcements, we can't even reach Jiusihai!"
"Why?" Fei Jianlao said Zu asked in a deep voice.
A Yuanji warrior's voice trembled: "Nine thousand miles behind, in the Devil's End where the other small formations are on par, the small formation has been rebuilt, and a large number of warriors are stationed, and we are not allowed to pass!"
"What do you mean? What do you mean?" Feijian Ancestor and Lingdao Ancestor laughed sadly and looked at Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo remained silent and just looked at the Yuanji warrior who was speaking. He knew that this person had not finished speaking.
Sure enough, the Yuanji warrior clasped his fists and said, "They said they need reinforcements. Let the saints move the reinforcements themselves!"
Everywhere was quiet.
It's snowing heavily, and it's snowing in all directions.
Xin Zhuo stretched out his hand to catch a piece of snowflake. These days, he always felt that the big shots of the human race would not be so short-sighted. The war between ten thousand races was related to the life and death of billions of human races and their homeland of 700,000 miles. Even if it was harmful to him, I shouldn't let this strange idea go unchecked. Now I understand, I was already prepared!
Even if this place is broken, it doesn't matter.
It's really not worth it.
"Saint!"
At this moment, a Yuanji master from the direction of the small formation in front ran over quickly and said in a deep voice: "The aliens are attacking again! The second time today! "
Two attacks in one day is something that has never happened in the past two months.
The Feijian Ancestor, the Spirit Sword Ancestor, Murong Bo and He Jiuhe were startled for a moment, then looked at Xin Zhuo again with complicated expressions.
It doesn't matter what kind of style the foreigners are doing today.
The important thing is that the house is leaking and it rains all night. The decisive battle is today, and life and death can be decided.
Xin Zhuo was silent for a while, stretched out his right hand, and the euphorbia flew out on its own. He held it tightly and leaned heavily on the ground, shaking the mountain for a moment. Then he said word by word: "Let's go, you guys! By the way, Lin Qiu Take it away with the people of the city.”
< br>Ancestor Feijian, Ancestor Lingdao, Ancestor Xuance, Lu Zhiruo, He Jiuhe and others were startled and said in panic: "What does the saint mean?"
Xin Zhuo said calmly: " It’s enough for me to defend this formation alone!”
A group of people lowered their heads and gritted their teeth: "I am willing to die with the saint!"
Xin Zhuo glanced at the group of people coldly: "You have done enough to kill more than three million aliens in two months. Okay, you have a clear conscience, why bother to die? Three breaths, don’t leave, kill, three..."
"Saint, why bother!"
The ancestors of Feijian and Lu Zhiruo couldn't help but have red eyes. They spent two months with the saint. Although the saint was taciturn, he was not domineering or mistreating his subordinates. Every time someone died, he would always look at it for a long time. Silently reciting the name of the deceased, no one knew why he did this, and he gave away all the treasures he had collected from foreign races without asking for a penny.
He cherishes his subordinates, but he... can't help it.
After sharing life and death for so long, how could we abandon him?
And they suddenly understood that Hunyuan Saint Xin Zhuo was not the favorite of the big shots, and he was being targeted.
Are these adults crazy?
Such a terrifying saint must be extraordinary in the future.
"Two..."
There was a terrifying murderous intention around Xin Zhuo, and the group of people who were suppressed could hardly breathe. This was not a joke, they were really meant to kill.
"Okay, let's go."
The Feijian Ancestors couldn't bear the pressure. They looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and ran straight away.
The remaining more than 3,000 people quickly retreated like a flood, leaving everything around them empty.
Xiao Huang glanced at Xin Zhuo and silently followed those people away.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and hundreds of miles away from the front formation, the overwhelming alien army is slowly approaching.
Xiao Huang came back soon, walked to Xin Zhuo, and said: "Under the protection of the warriors who just retreated, the people of Linqiu City dragged their families and left, stretching for hundreds of miles without leaving. The master expected that the seven ancestors of Feijian and the four of Lu Zhiruo wanted to return and fight, but I said a word and backed away. I said, "The saint has received the order to fight." If you fight and leave, you won't die, but if you are pedantic and righteous, you will definitely die."
"Very good!"
< br>Xin Zhuo stretched out. To be honest, the three thousand people of Feijian Ancestor were of little use, so why let them die meaninglessly? It's better to blast away.
He casually photographed the direction of Linqiu City, and the nine-color true energy roared. Three colorful flying eagles were seen in the sky above the city. Two of them were turned into flesh and blood, and the other one flew away in a hurry.
"Xiao Huang, follow me and kill!"
"Okay, Master!"
(End of this chapter)