Chapter 989 Sitting here, following the attacks of all races, standing still
Xin Zhuo flashed out of the shed, full of energy and radiant, but with a bit of absurdity and helplessness on his face.
This Immortal Gu is not serious. At least it can really detoxify this matter. It is really unbelievable.
He raised his right hand, which still had a few snow-white feathers on it, patted it gently, walked towards the clay pot of porridge, and kicked the "dog eggs".
"Master..."
Goudan was awakened, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked in the direction of the shed: "Was the foreign woman killed?"
Xin Zhuo looked embarrassed: "Killed, very killed!"
< br>Squat down, light a fire with a snap of your fingers, pick up a wooden spoon and gently stir the porridge.
A little while ago, facing the golden morning light, the master and the apprentice sat cross-legged and drank porridge together.
“Master, do we want to stay here forever?”
"Keep until you can't keep!"
"When can't you keep?"
"When can't keep!"
"Uh..."
At this moment, the ground around him suddenly shook strangely, and a vast, ancient atmosphere dispersed.
Then the waist felt hot.
Xin Zhuo immediately stood up and tried to press the seal to awaken the formation.
It failed!
I took out the jade sign to protect my identity, and saw that the originally crystal clear sign had now become turbid.
He looked sharply to the north. Is the Jiusihai Formation broken now?
...
"Boom..."
Jiusihai Formation.
The roar of the mountains and the tsunami are endless, and the earth is shaking endlessly.
Thousands of miles of clouds in the sky are like boiling sauce, black and rolling, low and low in pressure, and there is darkness between heaven and earth.
The sea water that stretches for thousands of miles in all directions is undulating, and the waves are hundreds of feet high.
On the floating island in the middle, the original huge formation light curtain was broken half an hour ago. The three thousand palaces below have long been in ruins. The rubble is densely packed with corpses, residual soldiers and blood.
At this moment, in the terrifying "Tidal Sea of True Qi" under the clouds above, there are still countless figures roaring continuously, and occasionally there is a collision of weapons that resounds in all directions in the dark clouds.
Suddenly there were several screams, and then the bodies fell like snowflakes.
“咻——”
Xin Haizhu was suddenly hit by a heavy bombardment in the ruins. He stood up with difficulty. His old face seemed to have aged ten years. He looked up at the thousands of thousands of figures in the sky and the colorful brilliance of true energy. His voice was hoarse: "There is no hope, there is no hope. The big formation is broken, and all the small formations are destroyed!"
"Master Xinhai!"
The tired voice of Murong Jingfeng, the Holy King of Yuheng Holy Land, came from above: "Rapidly spread to all directions! The saints guarding the small formation move closer here!"
"No!"
Jiang Wen retorted: "The Seventh Emperor ordered the saints guarding the formation to go back and reunite with the main formation, Zhao The Great Sages of the Clan and the Great Sage of the Ji Clan are waiting in the Duanshan Kingdom. Lord Xinhai can send people to send the Great Formation Heart away in advance. We will block this place!"
"To this day, we are still arguing and still have no idea. The human race is really at the end of its rope!"
Master Xin Hai didn't know what to do for a while and sighed heavily.
...
"Boom..."
The small formation of "Devil Ya" nine thousand miles behind "Hundred Clans Abyss" is being attacked by tens of millions at this moment The scheming aliens and dozens of alien saints besieged him.
Thick numbers of figures were flying back and forth, and there were bursts of shouts of killing, as if the whole world was fighting.
The human warriors protecting the formation suffered heavy casualties, and the formation showed signs of loosening.
"Hold it! Hold it!"
Han Qiniang waved the flag and roared.
While Sai Qingzhu, Zhang Baili and more than a dozen saints were fighting the fire everywhere, the colorful rays of light spread all over the southeast and northwest like a giant flying by.
……
The sun is approaching dusk.
"Hundred Zuyuan".
The aliens did not attack today.
Calm and "peaceful".
"Goudan" is practicing martial arts hard, moving eastward and westward, and the wind is blowing, and it looks impressive.
Xin Zhuo sat cross-legged on the platform, closed his eyes, stretched out his right hand, and murmured.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The remaining unclaimed true energy of thousands of years ago warriors and a large amount of Wuyun Stone light flew from the direction of Linqiu City, as dense as a meteor shower.
It took him nearly a day to completely heal the blood in his body, and then he summoned Wangyue Well to inspect the spirits.
Because he killed nine alien saints, the amount of ten thousand-year-old bone energy he could capture was truly terrifying.
Sixty-nine thousand!
Dare you imagine?
If I had known this, I would have fought to the death against those alien saints!
At this moment, guard the door of the heart, draw the true energy into the body, slowly enter the sea of alchemy, mature the five holy gates, and then lead to the limbs and bones.
The process is extremely slow!
Xin Zhuo always takes practice seriously.
Entry to the Holy Land: 59/100.
60/100.
61/100.
……
80/100.
81/100.
……
89/100. 90/100.
Xin Zhuo opened his eyes suddenly, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, gone!
There is still a long way to go before you can enter the Human Saint Queen Realm.
This cultivation practice requires more accumulation as it goes on, and the previous algorithm was also wrong.
After absorbing the remaining true energy of hundreds of corpses of warriors from thousands of years ago, one can enter one hundred, and then one thousand, one thousand, hundreds, two thousand, and so on...< br>
In the small formation, I don’t know how many dead bones are still suitable for grabbing!
Xiao Huang doesn’t know when he will come back!
Now that the Jiusihai formation is probably broken, it is very likely that the place will be surrounded by alien races.
I thought about it for a long time.
He stood up and waved his sleeves, and a stream of Nine Colors Qi that was several times more powerful than before roared out, with strong confidence in his eyes.
Keep betting!
Bet that the Jiusihai formation was broken, and the top foreign masters also suffered heavy casualties. Then the two sides entered the hinterland of the human race for a bloody battle, slaughtered the top human race masters, and completely suppressed the human race. It is definitely better than wasting a great saint to kill oneself. This little "harmless" boy is strong!
And judging from the overly sophisticated operations of those in Sudo, the alien ancestors should be a group of people with far-sightedness and know what is important and what is important.
On the other hand, the ancestors of the human race are certainly not mentally retarded.
The two sides entered the hinterland, fearing that there would still be fighting. After all, the human race had been operating for countless years, and the holy land was densely packed with treasures and formations to resist.
This is an opportunity for yourself!
As long as you enter the Great Sage here and escape to other places, everything will be worth it!
If before that, Wangyuejing could give me a one-time protective magical power, I would be safe!
What a pity...
"Master..."
At this time, "Goudan" came over, with sweat all over his little face: "Do you want porridge? The kind with sauerkraut. I just went to the city and brought a jar of Aunt Chen's Laotan sauerkraut!"
Xin Zhuo's lofty ambitions were extinguished in an instant: "I don't want to drink much, I'm tired of it!"
"Goudan" rubbed his little hands pitifully: "But the disciple only knows how to make porridge!"< br>
“That’s fine!”
……
The aliens did not attack for three consecutive days.
Xin Zhuo drank white porridge with sauerkraut for three days.
At dusk on the third day, Xiao Huang finally came back. He transformed into a man with a square face, wearing a red cloak and a ten-mile demon cloud, and brought with him more than 100,000 foxes, hedgehogs, snakes, deer, Wolves, tigers, bears, dragons, deer, and Huangpizi, pushing carts, carrying stretchers, and dragging wooden pulleys, returned with millions of thousands-year-old bones and ancient artifacts that emitted golden light.
"Squeaks ..."
When the woolen bones and small array stakes are piled up in a mountain.
When more than 100,000 psychic beasts knelt on the ground and worshiped devoutly, their anger reached the sky.
Xiao Huang fell to the ground, swung his cloak heavily, and saluted respectfully. An evil smile appeared on Sifang's face: "Fortunately, I will live up to my fate!"
I was so scared that I was so scared. He grabbed the master's hand tightly and didn't dare to let go.
Xin Zhuo silently kicked the square-faced man. The man laughed dryly, turned into a little yellow dog again, wagging his tail and approached, almost tripping over his cloak: "Master, how are you? Nineteen small formations , no matter how far it is, I won’t be able to do it, it’s too far!”
Xin Zhuo still didn’t say anything, walked to the mountain withered bones, bowed respectfully, and then had a complex expression on his face.
How many people died during the suppression of alien races? How many warriors are there in this world?
Yes, the warriors and alien races in this world live a long life. They have accumulated and gathered from generation to generation. However, the products are rich and the world is so vast that they can feed countless people. Don’t you hear that the alien races easily have millions?
Xiao Huang opened his mouth and spat out a string of demonic energy, and densely packed psychic monsters fled in all directions.
"Master!"
Xiao Huang said: "This may be the last time I recruit psychic demon clan. The real demon clan is born. The ten thousand demon flags are waved, and the communication between heaven and earth All spiritual things must go to the demon clan to worship!”
Xin Zhuo nodded: "Are all the small formations you went to really broken?"
"Not just!" Xiao Huang said solemnly: "When I went there, these small formations were not only from the human race, but from the alien race." I didn’t see one, I’m afraid they all went into the hinterland. Even the other small formations that stretched endlessly, I suspect that they were all broken!”
< br>Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and said: "You sort out the dead bones and small formations here, and remember to sort them into categories. I will go to the small formations in the city and bring all the dead bones. We... will sit here and stay here until the aliens come. Kill as many as you want, until the end of time!”
“Okay!”
……
Deep in the abyss of hundreds of tribes.
An endless stretch of brown boulder village, with firelight reflecting in the sky, and the laughter of children coming from time to time.
There is a huge statue in the village. The statue is headless, but it is tall and tall. It has a long sword in one hand and points to the sky. An unruly aura spreads out. It cannot be approached by people with cultivation levels below the level of Xianyang Realm. .
This is the territory of the barbarians, six thousand miles away from the Shiwu Sea.
At this time, Lin Xiutian, Xiuxing, Suhu, Wulan and Linglong were sitting cross-legged under the statue.
Xin Zhuo's "golden sand" is not a good thing, otherwise how could Second Master Yunfei be willing to part with it? The eyes of Lin Xiutian and others were healed by the holy elixir given by the old barbarian priest in three days. They could not tell whether they were filled with hatred or anger.
They found out that they had been deceived by that bastard Xin Zhuo. The demon was not at the end of his strength. He was fine. This person cultivated unknown mental methods and there was no need to worry about running out of oil. He had been pretending to deceive. It delayed the ten tribes for more than a year.
When a person is frightened to a certain level, it cannot be said to be hate or anger, but more of fear and fear.
In yesterday's battle, nine saints died. It was as if Xin Zhuo had planned these deaths. When it was time to kill, he did it!
What’s more important is that he didn’t die even after being hit by the Snow Wing clan’s ancient immortal Gu.
Although Linglong didn't say where she went that night, she was sure that Xin Zhuo was not dead or injured.
How much background does this Xin Zhuo have, and how strong can he be?
The unsolvable monster!
At this moment, Suxing said angrily: "I just received the news that all other small formations have been broken, but ours has not made any progress. The ancestors predicted that this place would be the first to break, but we didn't expect it to be. The last one, nine saints died, what a shame, hahaha..."
He laughed angrily at the end.
"Brother, everyone..."
Suhu straightened his messy beard and said: "Our incompetence is incompetence. You must admit that Xin Zhuo is indeed powerful. The high priest of the Qinglin tribe has not found out. His identity? Why not inform the ancestors to come and kill this person?"
Lin Xiutian shook his head and said: "I'm thinking too much, the Jiusihai formation is about to be broken. Destroying the human race is an ancestral precept from a hundred thousand years ago. It has been passed down from generation to generation. Which one is more important? Not to mention the ancestors of the Holy Kings, even the Great Sage would not waste one here. Xin Zhuo has a great influence on us, but From the perspective of the entire human race, it is really not worth mentioning. How can he rebel if he is stuck here?
Don’t forget, we can take a detour and leave elsewhere. ”
Ulan. Said: "With the demon Xin Zhuo here, can you leave with peace of mind? Aren't you afraid that the demon will destroy our clan?"
Lin Xiutian was startled for a moment, thought for a while, and said: "For the current plan, the only way is to ask other ethnic groups who have broken the formation to come and help!"
Xiu Xing's eyes lit up and he slapped his thigh heavily: " Wonderful, please invite the Water Tribe, the Fire Tribe, the Earth Tribe, and the Wind Tribe. Those tribes all have magic cultivators in the Holy Empress Realm. At this time, hundreds of saints and tens of millions of warriors can kill Xin Zhuo alone!"
"Okay! ! ”
Lin Xiutian raised his orchid finger, immediately burned the talisman, and informed the masters of all races with secret techniques.
Not far away, Linglong, who had been hugging her knees and lost in thought, suddenly looked back.
Siege?
She discovered that Xin Zhuo seemed to have predicted everything, but she couldn't explain or stop it. Xin Zhuo and I were together that night? Do I know what he's planning?
This monster!
(End of this chapter)