Chapter 991 The young man with the flag of the human race in the setting sun
There is absolutely no ideal ideal of family and country, and the great cause of the ethnic group in the future. In the final analysis, it is the hatred and greed and selfishness accumulated over countless years of uneven distribution of interests, thus unfolding The most primitive and boring fight.
If this calamity of all races has an end, then it must be a group of people who finally enjoy unreasonable resources.
Just like Xin Zhuo doesn’t really want to protect the last small formation in the southernmost part of the human race, he just needs to practice!
But if you want to achieve the goal of practice, you must pay a price, and he doesn't care about this price.
He needs to fight his way through this world and carve out a broad road that belongs to him alone.
So, the moment these aliens surrounded them, he was ready to kill a sufficient number of them as soon as possible to enter the Human Saint Queen Realm, otherwise he would only die.
The sky was filled with lingering clouds and was as gloomy as the sea.
On the ground are the corpses of countless ordinary aliens who were forcibly killed.
In the middle of the air, there are more than a hundred terrifying figures reaching into the sky besieging one person.
Xin Zhuo's nine-color true energy is fully activated, the three bright suns appear in the mind, the five holy patterns are fully activated, the halberd dance is airtight, and martial arts, magical powers and magic are supported by each other.
When it comes to fighting skills, these years of escape experience and Mochizuki's training can be said to be used to the extreme.
And he did not go head-to-head with more than a hundred saints. He would be a fool to fight with more than a hundred people of the same realm. Even gods can't do it. Instead, he kept traveling with his huge infuriating energy and martial arts. Walk.
He must kill a group of the weakest human saints, otherwise there will be no hope of entering the human saint realm.
It’s just that it’s hard to find opportunities.
However, even so, the newcomers Zhi Jiu, Ao Qing, and Shi Tong became more frightened and disheartened the more they fought.
They have overestimated Xin Zhuo. After all, the legendary Saint Hunyuan is simply a mascot, like a treasure that has been known for a long time but has not been seen before. No one will deny this kind of "thing" He is good and bad, but I never thought that this person's strength is stable, his true energy is strong, and his martial arts skills are at the peak, perfect and impeccable!
Often when more than a dozen Human Saints join forces to attack, he dares to block it. If he can block it, he will not be left behind. The other Human Saints will besiege him from all sides, but he will move away strangely and block more than a dozen people again!
It is like encountering an iron ball that cannot be beaten to death or hammered, with no flaws at all.
Zhi Jiu tried to make a collision alone, but was knocked away and his Danhai was in great pain.
Can a person really be so strong as to be such a monster?
Time passes slowly.
One hour!
……
Three hours!
...
Ten hours!
“Let’s fight with magic!”
Princess Ao Qing could not stand the long and endless attack, so she shouted loudly, and more than a hundred saints retreated without hesitation. Cast a variety of spells.
The magic techniques of each tribe have their own characteristics. Water, fire, wind, earth, thunder and lightning are all densely packed. They are all extremely violent and roll up the sky with brilliance.
The sound of "whisping" was heard endlessly.
The "rumbling" sound of thunder and lightning shook all directions.
The sky for hundreds of miles was in chaos.
Xin Zhuo, who was at the end of the spell, faced a tidal wave of spells and air fluctuations, even a trace of which could kill a saint, but he had never been calmer before. He waved his hand to "call for wind and rain", and then waved "tornado" "Qian Kun", and waved "Dou Zi Jue" and "Zhen Zi Jue", and opened his eyebrows and raised his eyes, [Nine Nether Baizhang Ice] poured out, sealing the world in ice.
The countless alien armies below were frightened and retreated in all directions frantically.
In the sky, one side is colorful and the wind and clouds are rolling; on the other side, the wind and rain are blowing, and the golden light from the long river of time is overwhelming.
Two parties confront each other!
In the end, Xin Zhuo was defeated by his magic and retreated slowly, but every time he came close, the ghosts didn’t know why the three red suns behind him would flicker on and off, and then surge out with even more powerful power. .
One hour!
Two hours!
Still holding on!
More than a hundred foreigners were horrified. Xin Zhuo was just one person, but he was not exhausted!
Is this a human being? What kind of monster is this?
“His grandma...”
Even the best-tempered alien saint can’t help but swear!
"Boom——"
At this moment, more than a hundred foreigners violently pushed back Xin Zhuo, looked at each other, and used exotic treasures to kill——
Mirrors, flying swords, small cauldrons, There are various kinds of jade seals, big bells, etc., all exuding terrifying murderous intent.
However, Xin Zhuo inexplicably summoned a simple and textured small drum, the [Sacred Wood Drum], wrapped his hands with the Nine Colors True Qi, and beat it hard.
“Dong Dong…”
"Ringling..."
"Buzzing buzzing..."
Endless exotic treasures, spiritual treasure brilliance and true energy met in mid-air, and they were deadlocked again!
One hour!
Two hours!
"Madman! Madman!"
"This monster!"
More than a hundred saints yelled and gave up the rare treasure again, preparing to fight at close range.
However, Xin Zhuo, whose face was pale, suddenly had a frightening cold light in his eyes that were as old as ancient wells. He jumped to a very high altitude, his mental skills were running to the extreme, and he opened his eyebrows and raised his eyes again.
A huge golden light reached the sky and the earth, was extremely high and powerful, like a divine power, and shrouded straight towards more than a hundred people.
[Third Dark Eye]
The new alien saint did not know what this technique was, but Lin Xiutian was shocked: "Get out of the way!"
He knew this thing very well , when I was fighting with Xin Zhuo, I also met this vertical eye, and I didn’t think much of it at the time. You were barely able to block it, but you vaguely realized afterwards that this weird third eye golden light was not just making your soul tremble, your body sore, and your meridians blocked, as it appeared on the surface, but it was like some kind of curse, making you grow long. It's hard to have the will to fight during this time, and people seem to have become a lot more gloomy.
I didn’t understand it before, but now I see you again, and I suddenly realize it!
And at this moment, this guy is using all his strength, and this dark eye is even more majestic!
It's too late!
A group of people had been shrouded in golden light. They were struggling for a while and felt stagnant.
Naxinzhuo teleported over, as fast as a meteor, and the big halberd rolled up and filled the sky with blood red.
A group of alien masters reacted very quickly and quickly counterattacked!
“When——”
Xin Zhuo was shaken away, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his back.
A group of alien saints barely managed to get rid of their shackles, wondering in their hearts, what is the meaning of this person's move?
The next moment, it was discovered that four broken corpses suddenly fell down, and the Wuzhu Qi and holy patterns stirred up a strong wind.
One person is in the middle state of human sainthood, and three people are in the first state of human sainthood! Die!
"Xin Zhuo!"
Na Zhijiu roared and rushed away.
Xin Zhuo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his long hair was flying, and he raised his euphorbia finger as if nothing happened.
Zhi Jiusheng paused in mid-air.
Behind him, Ao Qing of the Water Tribe said in a deep voice: "We have been fighting for two days. It is not an option to continue fighting like this. We have lost a man's hand in vain. Let's take a break and let the tribesmen under his command consume this man. We will think about it later." Way! ”
A group of people looked at each other and shot away in the distance.
A foreigner from the Holy Empress Realm shouted: "Warriors, kill!"
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Hundreds of thousands, millions , tens of thousands of aliens rushed towards the withered bones, formation, Xiao Huang and others below.
Xin Zhuo also breathed a sigh of relief. He fought with more than a hundred human saints with great difficulty. His mind was exhausted and his five internal organs ached. He really felt like he was at the end of his strength and exhausted.
There should still be some "harvest" left before you can directly enter the Human Saint Queen Realm.
He jumped in front of the formation, backed by Xiao Huang and a group of people, while he quickly used his mental skills to restore his true energy, and at the same time, he shot out his halberd like a blue dragon to kill the aliens.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Bodies fell down in pieces.
The movie never stops.
The blood stained the already torn robe red.
......
Nine thousand miles away, the "Devil's End" small formation.
The peak was broken and the edge was destroyed. The thousands of stone houses on it have basically collapsed into ruins at this moment. The smoke is everywhere. The remaining tens of thousands of warriors, who are slightly embarrassed, are rebuilding the stone houses or burying the corpses of their fellow disciples. They are busy It was busy, but everyone had doubts and confusion on their faces.
In the distance, on a stone house that was still intact, fifteen human Saint Realm masters gathered together and looked around, with deep doubts on their faces.
Two days ago, the small formation of Devil Ya here was in danger, fearing that it would overturn in the next moment, and no one present would survive. However, at the critical moment, countless foreign races from all directions retreated like a sudden tide, heading south!
Subsequently, more than a dozen foreign ethnic groups took over and attacked, but before they had time to attack, they also retreated and headed north!
The small formation of "Devil Ya" suddenly became quiet. For two consecutive days, it did not encounter any attacks. It was so quiet that it was a bit strange, and even made a group of people at a loss!
They came up with a formation to check it out, but no one had the courage.
So, what happened?
Zhang Baili frowned and said: "Zhang received reliable news that all the small formations of more than 700 people have been destroyed!"
A group of Saint Realm masters felt extremely heavy and desperate. The small formations were all broken. Can he and others Not to mention not being able to survive, if there is no barrier between the human world and the world behind us, how many mortals and people will be slaughtered?
Zhang Baili said again: "I'm afraid that the Jiusihai Formation is still holding on, and it's hard to say whether it will win or lose. The aliens who came after the day before yesterday may have gone to the north, but... those terrifying tens of thousands of aliens at the beginning Together with more than a hundred foreign saints, it only takes an hour to break this formation. There is no way to survive, but...why did they suddenly go to the south?"
"The ten major alien races in the southern Baizuyuan never came, and this time dozens of alien races went..."
Han Qiniang thought for a moment, "What happened in the south?"
The boss?
This idea just appeared, but was thrown to the back of her mind. She believed that the boss had run away. The boss was very resourceful and would not be so pedantic!
"Yeah, what happened..."
A group of human saints frowned.
“Dear saints!”
At the foot of the mountain not far away, Lu Zhiruo and He Jiuhe, covered in blood, knelt down and kowtowed: "Please help Saint Xin!"
This is the first time in a year that the two of them have knelt down. Once I could talk to the saint, in the previous battle, Feijian Ancestor, Lingdao Ancestor, Song Xinruo, Murong Bo and others all died in the battle, and only two people survived by luck.
They miss Saint Xin extremely much. They can’t say why, maybe... just for those two months of life and death?
So, I can no longer bear it now, so I kowtow for help!
"Xin Zhuo is still alive? Still in Baizuyuan?" Zhang Baili turned around fiercely.
Sai Qingzhu and Han Qiniang's expressions changed greatly and they looked over.
Lu Zhiruo's eyes turned red, she raised her head and said resolutely: "Xin Sheng once said, live and die with the formation, never retreat, I must still be alive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sai Qingzhu and Han Qiniang shot out of the formation almost at the same time and headed straight to the south.
Zhang Baili and a dozen other experts from the Holy Realm and hundreds of human race masters around him followed him without any fear.
“Let’s go!” Lu Zhiruo and He Jiuhe also followed.
Hundreds of people flew quickly, without stopping for a moment. The nine thousand miles traveled for nearly a day. At dusk, they passed "Linqiu City" and continued southward.
A moment later, a group of people stopped in mid-air, facing the setting sun, eyes wide open, and saw a scene they would never forget -
The setting sun was like blood, surrounded by the boundless alien army There is a huge golden mountain of dry bones. Dozens of human elders and children are shivering beside the mountain.
Surrounding Bone Mountain are alien corpses piled up ten miles wide.
The blood has already gathered into a river, flowing slowly, and there are still residual limbs "in the river".
In the middle of the body, a large flag with the word "human" written in blood fluttered in the wind.
Under the banner, there is a euphorbia stuck in the thick blood, and a young man's back is sitting cross-legged next to the halberd!
His body has long been stained red with blood, and his robe is in tatters, but his waist and back are straight, just like he has persevered for more than a year and would rather bend than bend in the face of endless alien races.
The boundless alien race was still approaching him, but he turned a blind eye.
He got a jade flute from somewhere and played it.
He didn't seem to know how to blow, and his "whimpering" was very unpleasant, as if he was expressing some kind of desolation.
However, it complements the surrounding "hell on earth"!
The setting sun, the human flag, the corpse, the boy, and the whimpering sound are like a sad and beautiful picture!
"..."
Hundreds of people including Sai Qingzhu, Han Qiniang, Zhang Baili, Lu Zhiruo, He Jiuhe, etc. couldn't bear it anymore, and tears rolled down in an instant.
Warriors have strong blood, fight frequently, and are not easily moved by emotions.
But Bai Zuyuan, who has long been recognized as the first to break the formation, is still there!
Xin Zhuo, the guarding saint who was rumored to be dead, is still there!
Seven hundred small formations have been destroyed, and all the guarding saints have fled. The Jiusihai formation is in danger,
He, Xin Zhuo, is still holding on!
He alone attracted dozens of alien races and tens of millions of troops to besiege him.
There are no reinforcements, no hope, and he may even know that he has been abandoned long ago, and the ancestors of the human race have been unfair to him, but he has no regrets and fights to the end without taking a step back!
He guards the last piece of pure land of the seven hundred small formations of the human race!
He used countless dead bones of sages as companions to remember his aspirations and maintain his integrity!
Even if you have a heart of stone, how can you not be moved?
Will write more tomorrow!
In fact, I personally feel that I am writing part-time after get off work. My computer is more than ten years old and always jams. I can write so much and I am already very diligent. Don’t scold me. I will work hard. I bow down!
(End of this chapter)