Chapter 997: Long years of guarding, difficulty in entering the Great Saint
On the second day, the alien attack suddenly became crazy again.
Xin Zhuo’s words of “attacking the hinterland of the foreign race” completely angered Zhijiu’s group of people. Although the foreign race is not afraid of the loss of the tribe, the tribe behind them is the inheritance and hope. The supreme and emperor of the human race were still there at that time. Nor did they kill them all!
What’s more important is that among the more than a thousand quasi-saints from the foreign race, dozens of them have successfully become saints, and there are also many fake saints, which gives them confidence!
In addition, news came from the north that the human race is about to be destroyed. They are eager to kill Xin Zhuo and go north!
However, even though Xin Zhuo still looks like an "obsessed" ghost, it is very difficult to kill or injure him!
In addition to the Maozu, the Maozu!
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One month.
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Two months.
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One year.
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Three years.
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Five years!
Another five years have passed, and the two sides have been in a stalemate for eight years, and it is already the ninth year before that.
The long years are just numbers, but they were spent day after day in the fighting between the two sides. Such a long time is enough to wear down everyone's fighting spirit.
It’s just that news from the north comes from time to time, all of which are rumors of the alien race’s victory and the human race’s retreat.
The remaining human race shrunk to a territory of 200,000 miles.
This made Zhi Jiu and Lin Xiutian and the others particularly excited.
Even in the past five years, Xin Zhuo killed only about 20 of the nearly 100 foreign saints left. Ordinary tribesmen were recruited in large numbers and lost a lot, but Xin Zhuo did not have the slightest bit of strength. Enhanced, the whole face was dark, and he had completely entered the end of Qiangnu.
This gave them full confidence.
Kill!
After a few more years of hard work, when Xin Zhuo's oil is exhausted, they can peel off his skin, stretch his tendons, and study his body. Maybe they can see some of the secrets of the Hunyuan Saint and his super combat power. This idea has almost become their obsession. read.
And this winter, I was already sixteen years old. I was born with a tall figure and the appearance of a beautiful girl. I was forced by my master to practice both Fa and Wu for several years. I have accumulated enough. , and finally entered the Yinxu realm.
Before entering the country, Xin Zhuo did not give any specific advice. She spent three months polishing her appearance and meridians, and from now on she will look like a "sixteen-year-old".
On the five days before the Spring Festival, there were only three old people living in the small formation, and the rest had died, and they had done nothing for nearly twenty times.
The day before the Spring Festival happens to be Xin Zhuo’s 100th birthday.
Goudan held the sword and went south, shouting to the alien saints ten miles away: "My master's 100th birthday, a truce for three days."
The alien saints did not attack Goudan, which was boring, but they were all surprised by Xin Zhuo's age , this person... Caite Niang's hundred years old?
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The second year is also the tenth year.
There are only sixteen alien saints left, and the corpses of the aliens stretch for hundreds of miles.
Xin Zhuo was "difficult to move", his whole body was black, and his reaction time was frighteningly slow when fighting.
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The eleventh year.
The number of alien saints has increased to thirty-nine.
The number of foreign tribesmen in the rear has increased to six million, and they are arranged in a dark formation for nearly a hundred miles.
Xin Zhuo's face was old, his skin was peeling off, and he was in a state of dejection, but he could easily kill one or two human saints and more than 100,000 aliens in every battle.
Not far away! Not far away!
A group of alien saints murmured.
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The fourteenth year.
The golden bone mountain is only two feet high. The last old man in the small formation, "Xing Gong", died, and the funeral was held in a "grand" manner.
Goudan entered the Yangshi Sanchong Sea and cultivated both law and martial arts.
Xiao Huang cultivates the heavenly dog's magical method, becomes a quasi-sage, opens the gate of the Heavenly Demon Mountain of the ancestor of Goumai, and takes Goudan into the trial.
Xin Zhuo didn't understand Xiao Huang's operation, but after more than ten years of fighting, he was a bit numb and slow, so let them go.
However, he seemed lonely and bored when he was the only one left in the huge mountain of bones and formations.
Distance from entry to the Great Sage: 76/100.
For the accumulation needed later, even if you grab all the dead bones, it will still be far behind.
I am afraid it will be difficult to enter the Monkey King here.
Let’s talk after grabbing the last withered bones.
In the winter of this year, news came from the north that the human race had shrunk within a hundred thousand miles and was about to be destroyed.
The news here finally attracted the attention of the foreign adults in the north. The ancestors of the foreign races sent foreign races from all directions to come for support.
And there were three foreign great saints who came across the mountains and seas to kill this stubborn human being. But just halfway through, the ten secret forbidden areas of the human race appeared. Three epoch-making young masters led the human race to counterattack. The four foreign sages had no choice but to return halfway.
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The fifteenth year.
Spring.
Other alien races from all directions finally arrived.
The number of aliens jumped, reaching more than a hundred human saints and tens of millions of aliens.
When I saw Xin Zhuo, who was old and sickly, holding a spurge alone and struggling, his eyes were full of numbness, making him look pitiful and small. Most of the aliens laughed loudly, but a small number of aliens seriously bowed their hands and saluted to show respect.
Then a crazy attack started.
When they really started to fight, they discovered how powerful Xin Zhuo's methods were, each move, magical power, and spell were as wonderful as the pinnacle, as well as the terrifying power of tens of millions, the nine-color Qi, and the abnormality of the five sacred patterns.
A group of aliens can no longer laugh.
After several months of killing, there were heavy casualties.
No matter how hard you try, you can’t touch Xin Zhuo!
Then continue to chew.
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The eighteenth year.
The northern human race, the Ten Forbidden Lands and the three epoch-making princes were defeated again, and the human race retreated for the last 80,000 miles.
As for the Baizu Yuan Small Formation in the south, there were more than a hundred saints from the foreign races, but only seventeen were left.
There are only a pitiful one million or so of the tens of millions of aliens left.
At this point, Xin Zhuo has been guarding the small formation for more than a year. It has been nineteen years. In nineteen spring, summer, autumn and winter, he has killed nearly 200 alien saints, 300 false saints, and 870 saints. He is a quasi-sage and has more than 34 million foreigners.
This is definitely not a random number, a nonsense of Spring and Autumn style of writing, but a truly terrifying and heaven-defying record!
This... If you tell me, no one will believe you!
More than one million aliens and seventeen alien saints all huddled under the southern mountain peaks, and suddenly fell into collective silence and stopped attacking.
Attack a hammer and destroy it!
The five or six people Zhijiu, Lin Xiutian and Linglong were vaguely aware of the opportunity to break through the Great Sage, but they still couldn't defeat Xin Zhuo and could not leave for retreat for the time being.
I had no choice but to sincerely ask for instructions from the ancestors of the foreign races in the north.
Xin Zhuo completely alarmed and angered the ancestors of the alien race who were frantically attacking the human race and had no time to care.
How did you get such a nail in the back?
Immediately ordered that four great saint-level masters, the prince of the alien Shenwu clan, the prince of the spirit clan, the ox princess of the demon clan, and the princess of the ancient clan, bring the thirteen strongest saints to the south.
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“Hu——”
The sky was gloomy, the cold north wind was howling, and the place in front of Baizuyuan Formation was no longer what it was nineteen years ago, with white bones and overgrown grass. The slurry, rock, sand and ground turned blood red.
Only eighteen golden and glowing bones remained in the originally huge and tall mountain of bones.
Next to it, the small courtyard that used to be there has also collapsed.
A dark, old, tired man in tatters, holding a spurge, was lying on a blue stone in a daze.
His eyes were full of numbness and loneliness.
Darkness and oldness are false, but fatigue, rags, numbness and loneliness are real!
Nineteen years has been so long, so long that it seems longer than the forty years of the Five Declines of Heaven-breaking Man and Five Declines. At least at that time, there were fireworks, children playing, neighbors chatting, and medicinal herbs. Things to pass the time, this endless fight, repeating the same thing every day, it seems like a hundred and ninety years have passed!
Looking at Wangyuejing in front of him, his face looked a little better.
Distance to the Great Saint Realm: 88/100.
Looking at the eighteen withered bones again, he sighed.
Finally look to the sky.
Xiao Huang has been away with Goudan for several years and has never come back.
Xin Zhuo really doesn’t understand where the “Tianqiong Mountain Demon Sect” is, and Xiao Huang, his grandson who is a bitch, doesn’t know where he learned it.
The alien race from the south has not come for ten days.
There is no news from the northern human race either...
He lay down for a while, then suddenly stood up and stuck the halberd next to the stone. With the halberd still there, the foreigners did not dare to mess around. This was his fight. In nineteen years, he gained prestige.
He first went to the tombs of the old people named "Xinggong" and stood for a while, sighing about life for a while, and then walked towards Linqiu City in the north.
For the first time in more than ten years, he wanted to take a walk and take a look.
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"Huh——"
The sky, which had been gloomy for a long time, suddenly began to snow. This was the first snow of the year. It was not heavy, and it was all snow foam, but it was very dense. cold.
Two figures flashed from the end of the deserted official road in the distance, and in the blink of an eye they reached the wall of Linqiu City. They were two humans.
An old man with white beard and hair, and bright eyes.
A middle-aged man with a bookish air.
The two of them couldn't help but sigh when they saw that the originally huge city was covered with weeds, the houses and buildings were weathered and collapsed, and the ruins were everywhere.
The middle-aged man said with a sad face: "Senior Fox Jiu, the catastrophe of all races has only lasted for nineteen years. This world is completely ruined. There is no pure land from south to north, and there are more than millions of human casualties. Billions! Look at this largest city in southern Xinjiang, alas!”
“Brother Lin Hui, you and I are just a wisp of dust in this world, why should we practice escape techniques and look for opportunities everywhere? If I die another day, it will be over!"
The old man shook his head, but his eyes were looking at the vast land in the south.
The middle-aged man asked curiously: "What are you looking at? Do you really believe that?"
The old man nodded: "Didn't I mention the aliens I met on the way, the four great saint-level princes and princesses, the thirteen most powerful people? The strong man Saint came to the south just to resist Xin Zhuo. How could it be unfounded? I never thought that our human race has declined so far, and there is still a saint resisting in the far south. It is simply amazing!"
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said: "I believe this is a beautiful rumor. It is a saint. In the past twenty years, there have been no reinforcements, no supplies, no Wuyun Stone, and no Qi. How can we withstand the endless attacks of the aliens? Cut..."
As he spoke, his eyes focused and he pointed to the city: "Hey, there is someone there!"
The old man also looked over, and sure enough! I saw a person standing in the corner of the street where rocks were piled up and covered with withered yellow weeds.
The two figures flashed and flew away.
As I got closer, I realized that this man looked somewhere between young and old. He was dressed in tatters and it was hard to tell how old he was. He had no imposing figure, but his back was straight and his eyes were deep. There is an indescribable aura.
Weird!
(End of this chapter)