Chapter 1017: Absolute Poverty, the Last Nine Cities
Baizuyuan.
Dense and vigorous weeds have now grown on the vast land, covering up the numerous bones and endless devastation caused by the nineteen-year war.
The endless tombs are also faintly invisible.
"Shasha..."
Xin Zhuo stepped on the green grass and walked slowly to the ruins of the original Bone Mountain Courtyard. He looked up and saw that the drizzle had just stopped, the sky was gloomy, and Xiao Huang and Goudan still had no trace of coming back. "Tianqiong Mountain Demon Gate" It should be the memory in Xiao Huang's ancestor's bloodline, opening a certain trial place.
Let it go!
He looked at the ruins of the small courtyard for a long time, and the voices of a group of old people vaguely sounded in his mind: "Sage, can we win?"
"Bai Zuyuan should be considered a winner. , the human race doesn’t know yet.”
Xin Zhuo finally gave a long-overdue reply.
Life is metabolized, and exchanges become ancient and modern. Compared with warriors, a group of old people have a dull life, and death is death. However, their thoughts before death are still whether the human race can win, just like those who guarded the small formations thousands of years ago. The obsession of warriors before their death.
This is a regret inherited from the same bloodline, and an invisible expectation.
Isn’t this the reason why Xin Zhuo has been thinking about betraying the enemy countless times for nineteen years and recently pondering whether to join the Monster Clan, but in the end he stuck to his heart.
“I knew you would come back to see me, and I’ll ask you one last time, do you want to go to the Monster Clan with me?”
A quiet monster aura swept over from a distance, and fell. When he reached the ground, he transformed into the figure of Niu Miaoyi, with high bun and clear eyebrows, but with a hint of resentment in his expression.
Xin Zhuo felt a little surprised, and then pointed to the broken bones everywhere and the collapsed Linqiu City in the distance.
Niu Miaoyi sighed softly and said: "I understand, but... the human race has treated me unfairly these years, why do you have to fight for them?"
Xin Zhuo smiled and said: "I do it for me. I work hard for my own peace of mind!"
Niu Miaoyi was silent, then gritted his teeth: "When you go to the north, you will understand that there is no right or wrong, everyone is a tribe!"
Gongdong! He cupped his hands, rolled up the demonic cloud and disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.
Xin Zhuo stood for a while longer, stretched, and headed straight to the north in a flash.
A year ago, the human race’s living space was only 70,000 to 80,000 miles wide. What’s happening now?
Xin Zhuo can reach the distance of five to six hundred thousand miles in a few days, but the sights along the way are hard not to attract his attention, thus wasting time——
Counting A hundred thousand miles of human territory, with countless principalities, cities, and villages, used to be bustling with people, either prosperous or quiet and peaceful. At worst, they were only mountain villages, small bridges, flowing water, and people's homes. But now, they are everywhere in shambles, ruins, and abject poverty. There are traces of people.
Collapsed city walls and pavilions still have large dark brown stains formed by dried blood, and withered grass emerges from the tops of the famous buildings at that time.
The shriveled corpses are scattered all over the ruins, official roads, rivers, mountains and forests...
Wild beasts appear and disappear, and carrion-eating vultures fly around.
Desolation is everywhere.
The picturesque landscape has completely collapsed.
As we continue to move forward, the further we go, the more traces of the collapsed city walls become newer, and there are even vague scenes of mixed life between humans and... aliens.
This must be the "fall zone", where the surviving humans surrendered.
There is no shortage of unyielding and ambitious people in the world, and there is also no shortage of people who can survive their entire lives.
Words such as "An ant can still live in vain" and "It is better to die than to live in vain" are probably not to persuade people to seek survival, but a kind of self-comfort for a group of people who are groveling and living in the shadows.
As the city continues, the collapsed ruins and prosperity coexist. There are more and more humans and aliens. There are even scenes of large numbers of human beings being driven out and killed by the same race and aliens.
Xin Zhuo stood high in the sky and watched silently for a while, but did not take action. This kind of thing is probably happening everywhere in the world. If the war between human race and alien race is not resolved, there will be nowhere to resettle them even if they are saved. This gives hope. Then losing hope is more cruel than not saving.
Continuing to go deeper, more and more scenes of humans and aliens living together appeared. Ruins and fireworks coexisted, but there was no city that belonged entirely to the human race.
Until the end, there were only thousands of miles left to reach Qiongxiao City, the capital of the Daqian Empire. A drizzle suddenly fell from the sky, and the sky and the earth were hazy. At the end of the misty rain, I finally saw a human city.
It was a ferocious and majestic city with tigers crouching on the top of the mountain. But at this moment, hundreds of thousands of alien troops were swarming outside the city. Led by hundreds of alien saints, they were attacking crazily.
The colorful rays of light and the alien purple, black and gray aura soared into the sky, and a huge monster beast hundreds of feet high swung its iron chain and slammed into the city.
The flying alien flying spirits dive and shoot, charging in waves.
The city was densely packed with Mohist city-defending artifacts and the group attack spirit treasures from the Holy Land Cave Heaven, and they kept fighting back.
The sky is gloomy, the drizzle is drizzling, and the vast land is filled with only life-or-death fights... It’s just that things don’t seem to be going well for the human race. They came at the right time.
......
"What the hell are you doing for food? Thirty-six Jiasi, which sect, holy land, or cave is guarding it? Hurry, damn it. Broken!”
The silver-white armor on the Yingsi man's body has turned blood red. His originally white and handsome face is now slovenly and weather-stained. His eyes are covered with red threads. His gentle look has long gone. He points to the densely packed people in front of the city's formation. One of the warriors cursed loudly.
“I’ll go!”
Zhe Feiyan, who had rough skin behind him, wiped the blood from his face and went straight to the thirty-sixth rank of Jiasi.
The Yingsi man looked back at the dozens of saints behind him, and then pointed at Cui Ying'er: "Mother Cui, Yikui is guarded by Jiusi Haibai Jianxi, Huang Dagui, and Han Qiniang. Only I'm afraid it's hard to hold on, so go ahead!"
Cui Ying'er bowed her hands and left quickly.
Yingsi people then looked at the rest of the people. Qingxuan from Beiming Mansion, Jiang Yugui, Jiang Nuying from the Jiang family, Chu Youyun from the Chu family from Beihai, Si Yu from Baixiao Tower, etc. Although they were all human saints, they were all He was seriously injured, so he might not be able to withstand the next attack from the alien saint.
Sighing lightly: "The human race has only nine thousand miles of living land and tens of millions of people left. Now countless warriors have died in battle. Whether there will be a human race in the Donghua Mingyu in the future depends on the last nine cities. And the Emperor's Earthly Art, are you afraid of death?"
Na Siyu smiled and said: "They are all holy realms that see through everything. Warrior, why should you be so petty when you win the Young Master? You have to ask Si Wurui who died in the Baiyun Mountain, Qing Xiao who died in the Huangdi Valley, and Xin Zhuo who guarded the Southern Xinjiang alone for twenty years!"
< br>The rest of the people, including Jiang Yugui, who had just become a saint after being relieved of the "initial" poison by Jiang Wen, also had a look of death on their faces.
Twenty years!
Too many people have died, and all the classmates and friends around me are gone. I am tired and exhausted, and only a strong obsession is supporting me. Perhaps dying in battle is the final relief.
"Yes, but that guy Xin Zhuo must still be alive and well. He often creates miracles."
The Ying Si people made a joke.
A group of people twitched their lips, but there was no smile on their faces. Xin Zhuo is still alive?
After holding on for nineteen years without a glimmer of hope or any supplies, I heard that a group of great saints from the alien race went to intercept and kill them last year. They have no place to return to in heaven and earth. How can they stay alive?
Even Yingsi himself has no smile in his eyes. He is a true saint. He has fought bloody battles for twenty years and absorbed the last countless resources of the human race. Yes, the human race is almost gone. The resources of the major holy places in the cave are not worth his life. Thanks to the gift, everyone's strength has increased by leaps and bounds in just twenty years. Many Yuanji have become quasi-sages, and quasi-sages have also been forced to retreat in just a dozen years, quickly becoming true saints. False saint.
He Yingsiren successfully entered the Human Saint Middle Realm five years ago, but was still a little short of breaking through to the Human Saint Back Realm.
However, there were too many foreign saints outside the city, and he was not even sure about breaking out.
No matter how strong Xin Zhuo is, how can he stop the attack of the alien digital saints?
“I can’t stop it!”
At this time, Si Yu suddenly pointed to a formation three miles away, where thirty alien saints attacked fiercely. Three of the seven human saints guarding the formation died instantly, and a gap was opened in the formation.
“Go!”
The winner waved.
Twenty human saints including Si Yu, Jiang Yugui and Qing Xuan flew away quickly.
However, it happened that the house leaked during the continuous rain. At this moment, it was broken in more than ten places, including twenty-seven miles, ten miles, and three miles to the east, and thirty-nine miles, twenty-one miles, and nine miles to the west.
"Go!"
The Yingsi people waved their hands again, and Jiang Nuying and other twenty or so saints were left behind and flew in all directions.
Only one of the Yingsi people was left on the spot. He clenched his sword tightly, his cultivation in the human-sage realm reached its peak, and he looked directly at the twenty most powerful foreigners pressing in front of him. Human Saints, twelve of them are in the post-realm of Human Saints.
This is where the main formation is, and the strongest alien saint is here. However, he cannot leave too many people to guard this place. He would rather stick to it alone and learn from Xin Zhuo.
So, looking at the twenty iron-blooded, ferocious, and cold alien saints on the opposite side, he laughed loudly and said: "The Ying clan and Yingsi people of Sandao Mountain are guarding the formation today. You are waiting for us!"< br>
As he said that, he jumped into the air, the sacred marks of swordsmanship swept across the sky, his eyebrows opened and his eyes opened, and a purple sky fire enveloped half of the sky.
This is his strongest means, the "Desolate Sky Sword Pattern" that Niwan Palace has cultivated for hundreds of years, and one of the strange fires of heaven and earth [Ziwei Sky Fire].
The three or five human saint masters are definitely no match for him.
Unfortunately, there are twenty people opposite!
He can't learn from the guy who guarded southern Xinjiang for nineteen years.
(End of this chapter)