On the sage monument, the countdown has become a moon shadow, three feet long, slowly turning, every inch of rotation, it is one point shorter, and when the moon shadow disappears completely, the time is up!

Xin Zhuo stood in front of the sage monument, and the heavenly black sword was inserted aside.

He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, he was not a good man, he just felt that his own fate, the fate of Zhao Yizhu, the fate of his fellow disciples and the fate of thousands of martial artists must not be teased like this.

In particular, this may be the forbidden place of Da Luo, and the old ghost of the East is a master of Da Luo, and he has a great relationship with the Jiang family.

I'm upset!

"Rustling ......"

Fleeing warriors rushed in one after another, breathing rapidly and nervously.

They have received a notice from Nangong Wentian and others, for them who have no way to escape, this is tantamount to life falling from heaven, no matter if it is unrealistic and unreliable, they have no choice, rather than being killed, it is better to grab this life-saving straw and try it.

So, they cautiously gathered around Xinzhuo.

Subsequently, there were more and more people, from the eighteen sects, other distant sects and loose cultivators, men, women, old men, old women......

I don't know who bowed to Xin Zhuo first, and then everyone bowed.

Until Nangong Wentian, Zhang Jiuying and others arrived, Zhao Yizhu also fell beside Xin Zhuo in white clothes, and the living in thousands of miles of mountains and forests were basically there.

It's just that there are less than 200 people, and now there is no one in 10 of the more than 2,000 people at the beginning, and the martial artist pursues extraordinary strength, but the mortality rate is so high that it is even unreasonable.

"Little Junior Brother ......"

Nangong Wentian approached carefully.

Xin Zhuo waved his hand to stop, turned to look into the distance, where twelve figures slowly approached-

Bai Zong, Heavenly Evil Seven Fangs, Ghost Qing Sanyang Nu and Ke Dun, Deng Shanling, Nie Shenghuan, Chen Changsheng, Wu Yingyue and Mogong Xiao Luban and others.

The twelve figures were all murderous, as if they had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and their eyes were still full of the anger of killing countless people.

"Senior Brother Xin!"

"Please be in charge of the sect Xin Shao!"

The remaining two hundred or so people were almost frightened and slowly leaned behind Xin Zhuo.

Lord Zhao Yi also stood beside Xin Zhuo and looked at him: "Ah He?"

Xin Zhuo didn't say anything, just looked at the twelve people opposite.

Qiya, Deng Shanling and the other twelve people glanced at the fewer and fewer countdowns and a group of martial artists on the sage stele, and then looked at Xin Zhuo, with a trace of doubt on their faces.

The battle fluctuation of the Nine Heavens of the Lingtai could not hide from them, the deaths of Xie Wujiang, Feilai and Ximen Fuyu, they naturally knew that Xin Zhuo ordered to notify all the remaining warriors to gather the Sage Monument, and they did not stop it.

They just thought that Xin Zhuo, the sixteenth Lingtai Nine Heavens master, should have used a lie to deceive all the remaining martial artists into gathering in one place, and then hunted them all out.

Honestly, that's a great idea!

If you let the remaining warriors run around, it will be very tricky.

But at this time, Xin Zhuo didn't mean to do anything, which was very puzzling.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother Xin for entering the Nine Heavens of the Lingtai!"

Bai Zong took two steps forward, with a smile like a spring breeze on his face, and he couldn't see that he had killed many martial artists before, including his fellow disciples, nor could he see the dirty things between him and the Dao Zhen before entering the forbidden land, and said indifferently: "If you don't do it at this time, when will you stay?"

The faces of the only two hundred remaining warriors around changed drastically, and they subconsciously retreated, looking at Xin Zhuo in surprise.

Xin Zhuo didn't have any mood swings, but said to everyone calmly: "Break the Saint Monument, everyone can go out, this is the last chance, believe me!"

The faces of the two hundred warriors were slightly pale, and they subconsciously looked at the sage stele.

The expressions of the twelve people in Bai Zong became gloomy.

Xin Zhuo's words sounded to them, it was pure nonsense, the Sage Monument is the place where the main formation of the thousands of miles of mountains and forests is very important, once it is broken, no one knows what will happen, in case all the warriors here are wiped out, who can bear it?

As long as we kill all the warriors, only the last ten people are left, we don't have to worry about dying, and we can get the inheritance, why do you believe your false statement? It's ridiculous.

Deng Shanling thought for a while, blinked his Shan Feng eyes and asked, "May I ask if there is any basis for Xin Shao's master?"

Xin Zhuo shook his head: "No!"

He really has no basis for it, and he can't explain it.

"Hahaha......"

Bai Zong seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, looked up to the sky and laughed, and pointed at Xin Zhuo for a while before pointing at Xin Zhuo: "You kid, do you know what I hate the most?" You are self-righteous, you pride yourself on being smart, you always look like you are holding a pearl of wisdom, you are admired by thousands of people, you want to be a hero, you want to be a benefactor of the Eighteen Sects!

You never care about the life or death of others, you look so annoying, you bitch, you cheap acquired species, I can't wait to strangle you. ”

Xin Zhuo chuckled, not rebutting, just looking at him with a dead man's gaze.

This made Bai Zong inexplicably angry.

"The time is almost up, today Xin Zhuo is conspiring with us, and he is also the one who will be killed, why talk nonsense with him!"

The Heavenly Evil Sect, a young man dressed in wolf skin and full of wild seven teeth, jumped into the air and said coldly: "Bai Zong, Nie Shenghuan, Chen Changsheng and Wu Yingyue, you and others kill Xin Zhuo, and the rest of the people will kill the martial arts ......here with me."

"Hum—"

Before he could finish speaking, a short sword covered with cloud patterns was horizontally in the air.

Xin Zhuo looked directly at Qiya and said word by word: "Four people can't do it, it's best for you twelve people to go up together, only give you one chance, only the last thirty breaths, don't waste it."

All of a sudden, it became deathly quiet!

"Ahh

Zhao Yizhu couldn't help but step forward and hold his hand.

Nangong Wentian, Zhang Jiuying, Helian Xuan, Su Liuli and other two hundred people were extremely worried at this time, and when they heard this, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

One to twelve in the same realm?

These twelve are not ordinary Lingtai masters, they are all the top masters of the younger generation of the two factions of the great sect, good and evil.

How confident is that?

Seven Teeth frowned, as if he felt that such words were very offensive and ignorant, and his eyes were full of murder.

Deng Shanling, Nie Shenghuan and the others became extremely sharp.

"Xin Zhuo, you are really arrogant to death!"

Bai Zong couldn't bear it anymore, and the Gu Ming Shocking Sword in his hand crossed a subtle arc, rolling up a thousand zhang of sword, just one starting gesture made more than 200 warriors tremble.

Xin Zhuo stopped talking, and his body suddenly flashed with the dazzling momentum of the Nine Heavens of the Lingtai, fierce as a beast of the wilderness, and the ten-layer strength came out without reservation.

The two hundred warriors behind him couldn't help but be swept away.

Immediately, he jumped into the air, held the Heavenly Black Sword, and looked directly at the twelve people opposite: "There are still twenty-eight breaths!"

His gaze became extremely cold and sharp, he Xin Zhuo just wants to let everyone go today, this has nothing to do with kindness, just because I am willing!

He had tried the methods of Xie Wujiang and the three of them, these people were not much stronger than the three of them, and he wanted to try his limit.

His opponents were never the people in front of him.

Seven Teeth, Three Sheep Slaves, Deng Shanling and the other twelve people did not want to delay any longer, there were indeed only twenty-eight breaths left, they needed to kill Xin Zhuo and two hundred warriors in the shortest possible time, and they had to divide the last ten people!

This is already the urgency of the sky.

"Kill!"

"Whoosh Whoosh ......"

The twelve figures rolled up the power of the incomparably violent Tai Chi, surrounding Xin Zhuo alone, and the martial arts and supernatural powers of the lore were like the waves of the angry sea, setting off hundreds of miles of fluctuations in an instant.

Not far away, Nangong Wentian, Zhang Jiuying and other nearly 200 people retreated again and again, all of them looked shocked and uncertain, they couldn't understand Xin Zhuo's thoughts, and even felt that they were not very reliable!

Only Zhao Yizhu's right hand is green and jade, and he can do it at any time.

(End of chapter)