Chapter 1004 The Depression of the Four Great Sages
The ancestral land of the barbarians stretches for more than 1,300 miles, occupying three mountains, four rivers, and eight valleys. The ethnic buildings include primitive wooden houses and prosperous pavilions, but they are all full of It has a strong rude and barbaric atmosphere.
At the beginning, there were more than 11 million barbarian tribesmen, and there were many masters. However, a few ancestors brought a large number of holy masters to the north to conquer the human race. The young masters led the young men to attack Baizuyuan. With constant redeployment of manpower, only two to three million ordinary tribesmen are left among the seven or eighty-eight who have been killed over the years.
The night sky is dotted with stars.
The clan is now in full swing. The child who had quarreled with Suhu in the valley, the seventh-generation young master Sufan, has grown into a muscular young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, sitting cross-legged. Sitting on a big tiger-skin chair, he took a swig of sweet wine.
Surrounded by hundreds of barbarian elders.
On the stove in the middle, a huge saber-toothed tiger was skinned and roasted until it was sizzling with oil.
Dozens of long-legged barbarian girls were singing and dancing around the fire.
“Bang!”
Su Fan suddenly threw the wine vessel and slapped the handrail hard, “Other ethnic groups have gone to the north to conquer the human race and captured countless trophies, but most of my barbarian tribe has so many The warriors crowded into the Hundred Tribes Abyss to attack one person. They haven’t killed anyone since I was a child. They killed so many tribesmen. What are Grandpa Suhu and Grandpa Suxing doing for food? It’s really useless!”
The barbarian elders around looked at each other, and an elder with white beard and hair sighed and said, "Young Master Su Fan, do you know how ferocious that man is?"
Su Fan said, "I secretly watched him ten years ago. , He is just a skinny human saint, I think it is ordinary!”
“Ordinary?” The elder said helplessly: “Young Master Xiuxing said that this person is a human monster. There is only one sage of extraordinary talent and skill in killing in the human race!"
"Fart!" Su Fan was furious, "Even if I only have Yang Realm cultivation, I would dare to come! Fight with him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a tattered figure coming from the distance and flashing over the headless statue of the ancestor, the sacred object of the clan. , sprinkle a bunch of water!
"Who is he?"
Su Fan stood up fiercely.
Of course a group of elders also saw it. The elder with white beard and hair shrank his eyes and shouted angrily: "Human invasion, kill! Kill him!"
"Boom..."< br>
Thousands of barbarian warriors flew out from buildings in all directions at extremely fast speeds, heading straight for the man to kill, as if...
The grand scene of thousands of arrows shooting at the target.
"This is the guy, kill, kill, kill! Kill with me!"
Su Fan was so excited that he pulled several elders around him and rushed forward together, holding a silver-white handle in his hand The Sky-Opening Ax flashed with the Yang Realm's unique Yang Yang light. Although it was a step slower, it arrived below the man together with the warriors of the tribe.
The elder with white beard and hair on the side, a single braid on the back of his head was blowing in the wind, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes. When this person got here, I'm afraid...
He suddenly held Su Fan's wrist: "Young Master, run away with me, don't be willful!"
Su Fan shook him off hard, his face flushed with excitement: "Fart! How can there be so many people afraid of him? If I kill him, I will be the number one young master!"
Him He even held the silver ax that opened the mountain tightly.
Close, almost touching that person!
Why is he indifferent? You bastard will die faster!
Su Fan already had a premonition of the feeling of the ax in his hand chopping the man's bones.
The next moment, the high-ranking man lowered his head and glanced down.
With just one glance, Su Fan felt weak all over and his soul was trembling.
What kind of eyes are those? They are as deep as the eternal deep pool of the Qinglin tribe, as if there are one million or ten million souls crawling inside, and they are like the endless murderous intention coming out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood. .
“You can’t scare me!”
Su Fan tried hard to convince himself, roared in anger, used all his strength, and struck with an axe. This ax definitely used him What I have learned all my life, and the crazy cry in my heart, kill him, kill him...
However, the man casually slapped a halberd as if "throwing something", and the gilded halberd shone with a different kind of sharpness.
Immediately afterwards, there was an overwhelming force, as terrifying as the power coming from the barbarian holy mountain, and the roar of nine colors of true energy.
This power is as broad as the legendary sea.
The warriors of the ethnic group rushing towards them from all directions are as fragile as the poor dead leaves in late autumn. They go away quickly and fly back even faster.
Hundreds of miles of houses and buildings below were collapsed, and the bodies of the warriors were scattered like camphor tree seeds.
The silver ax in Su Fan's hand has fallen to the ground, and he fell to the ground as if he was bombarded by a mountain.
Why did I fly away without him touching me?
Why can’t I feel anything in my lower body?
He subconsciously lowered his head and found that his chest was bloody, with a few bloody bones poking out, and his stomach and legs were missing.
There seemed to be an elder holding him while vomiting blood.
"Elder Aweng, this man is so scary. I can't kill him at all. I'm afraid..."
He subconsciously wanted to speak, but his mouth was full of blood. He suddenly wanted to see if the man was very proud, but saw that the man's big halberd smashed the statue of the greatest ancestor of the tribe, and the figure did nothing and disappeared into the night sky.
“Bang!”
He fell to the ground, vomiting blood, and his eyes were dark.
"Young Master Su Fan..."
The elder with white hair and beard had both legs broken, and the sea of pills was broken. While vomiting blood, he moved the remaining bones, got close to Su Fan, hugged him with both hands, and cried loudly: " You are still young, the high priest said. You have the supreme talent of the Holy Lord. You still have a long way to go in the future, but you It shouldn't be... You don't know how terrifying the human race's masters are, just like our ancestors who have been suppressed by the human race for countless thousands of years. This man has blocked us for nineteen years. He is not an ordinary human race. He can't be beaten, he can't be beaten..."
He vomited blood again, hugged Su Fan's corpse, closed his eyes, and gradually lost his breath.
……
Entry to the Great Sage: 93/100.
In the night sky, Xin Zhuo looked into the moon-watching well and sighed.
He has no interest in the young masters or elders of the barbarians. Didn’t Suhu die the same way? The human race is different, with countless casualties.
He cares more about his own cultivation.
After seven days of running, I arrived at the barbarian territory. I killed at least thirty different ethnic groups, large and small, along the way. Including the large tribe of barbarians, I accumulated 2 points after entering the territory.
He expected to sacrifice spirits and destroy ten barbarian tribes.
There are ten major clans in Baizuyuan, and there seem to be nine more around?
This feeling of defeating monsters and upgrading is very good!
A smile couldn't help but appear on his face.
……
Three days later.
The Qinglin tribe's inherited sacred objects were destroyed, and the young master, young master, elders and others killed a thousand and eighty people.
Six days later.
The inheritance of the Xingyue Clan is destroyed!
Ten days later.
The inheritance of the Snowwing clan was destroyed.
More than two thousand "birdmen" were massacred.
Thirteen days later.
The Wushi clan was destroyed.
Nineteen days later.
The white hydroxyl group is destroyed.
Twenty-five days later.
The Hu Ling clan was destroyed.
......
In just over a month, the entire 30,000-mile foreign land in southern Xinjiang was in a state of chaos, with mourners everywhere.
These alien races were originally protected by holy objects. Unfortunately, the holy objects were already in the hands of those who attacked Xinzhuo, so they could not exert their maximum power.
Things in this world have always been about blessings and misfortunes. The foreign race has spent all its resources and almost destroyed the human race in the past twenty years. Don't you know that the back of your home is empty and extremely fragile, and the human race can also be destroyed?
Just like Xin Zhuo was chased for 30,000 miles by a group of foreign great sages and saints. He seemed to be in a desperate situation, but in fact, wasn't it his chance?
......
"Damn...this bastard bastard..."
Sun Kongkong, Jue Tiansi, and the princess of the ancient tribe were chasing and intercepting Xin Zhuo. However, this bastard Xin Zhuo seems to be a road idiot. He has no plan or logic at all. He kills where he is and his chaotic walking route is impossible to figure out. Moreover, this person destroys the inheritance of alien races too fast. .
Who has seen this kind of offensive method and domineering killing power?
The key is, why does he only look for other people’s inherited sacred objects to destroy? Does he know that if that thing is destroyed, the clan will be destroyed?
The tragic scenes along the way made the hearts of a group of foreign sages and saints bleed.
It’s over!
If Xin Zhuo makes such a fuss, even if the human race is destroyed in the future, there will still be disputes between the alien races.
My clan has been wiped out. I want more treasures of heaven, earth, materials and geomantic omen. I want more genius girls from the human race to breed future generations...
In case, the ancestors of all races who were wiped out, no matter what Return regardless...
(End of this chapter)