"Nine thousand dead, fifteen thousand wounded!"

"But there are only 70,000 of them."

"Xiushan Sect's quasi-saint ancestor Hongmei died in battle!"

Inside the largest shed, the great monk of Bodhi Temple, Zhun Sheng, reported the battle damage with difficulty.

It is true that the saint is still powerful today, defeating the ten saints of the alien race by dividing by two, and casting monstrous spells to drive the alien race away, but there are too many alien races.

Xuan Ce Ancestor smiled bitterly: "Mainly...... There are more than 200 quasi-saints of different races, the attack is too strong, we can't hold it, no matter how well we prepare, most of the disciples were killed by these quasi-saints! ”

Xin Zhuo put his arms on his knees, that alien man was already strong, far beyond the same realm of the human race, and a realm higher than himself, his arms were a little numb, and asked, "How many casualties are there among the aliens?" ”

"A lot!"

This is the only thing worth exhilarating, the great monk of Bodhi Temple said: "We have the attack frame and the assistance of spirit beasts, enough to kill sixty or seventy thousand of them, the saint has been frozen for thousands of miles and killed seventy or eighty thousand, and today there are 150,000 foreign races who died tragically, so if we continue to consume it, it's okay." ”

"There are tens of millions of aliens." Flying Sword Ancestor reminded.

The smile on the face of the great monk Bodhi gradually faded.

150,000, more than yesterday, but ...... [Nine Shadows and Hundred Zhangbing Ice] and [Calling the Wind and Rain] killed less today than yesterday, these alien races are too fine......

"The warriors who died in the battle will be buried in good life, and the rest of the warriors will be comforted and told them that if the formation is broken, everyone will have to die, whether they will die in battle or be tortured and killed, choose for themselves!" Xin Zhuo waved his hand: "Let's disperse!" ”

"Whoa!"

A kind of quasi-saint leaves with his hands.

Xin Zhuo signaled that Lu Zhiruo and the others did not need to follow, and took Xiao Huang to stroll all the way back to the city.

There are more sacrificial spirits that can be grabbed today than yesterday, and all the remaining true qi of the four hundred and eighty-seven warriors from 10,000 years ago has been absorbed.

Arrivals: 3/30.

He took Xiao Huang out of the underground formation space, and his figure flashed to the top of the highest building in the city, the "White Crane Tower", with his hands behind his back, silently looking at the night sky behind him.

The small formation of "Baizu Yuan" was killed and wounded in just two days!

I don't know what happened to the other small formations, but he has a hunch that there will be no support here.

So, how to ensure that all the martial artists under his command will not die before breaking through the human saint realm?

If before the breakthrough, all the warriors died in battle, and their cultivation plans were ruined, and they couldn't hold it here.

Xiao Huang looked up at him: "Master, are you looking to see if those old guys will come to help?" ”

Xin Zhuo chuckled: "Do you guess it will be?" ”

"I guess not!" Xiao Huang scolded, "This ghost place, it is unreasonable for such a few people to defend, and it is unreasonable for the master to be a saint alone, I feel that they are cheating us." ”

Xin Zhuo didn't speak.

Xiao Huang sighed and said: "I can summon the psychic demon clan to fight, but I don't feel that it will help much, there are too many foreign races, and the human warriors can't accept it, but they will be chaotic." ”

Xin Zhuo patted his dog's head: "Don't sigh, our luck is like this, it's easy to run away!" ”

Xiao Huang nodded: "Okay!" ”

At this moment, the jade plate on Xin Zhuo's waist suddenly became hot, and he subconsciously picked it up, only to see a sentence coming from it:

"Which human saint is next door? Help, help, help! In the Lower Bauhinia Holy Land, the people of Shengzhang Baili, guarding the chaotic rocks, the night attack of the alien race! ”

"This thing can also deliver messages?" Xiao Huang stretched out the dog's head, surprised.

Xin Zhuo also felt strange and didn't bother to reply.

"Help, help! Although there is only one alien saint on the other side, which is comparable to me, but the ethnic group is nearly 500,000, and there are only 300,000 warriors under my command, and there are too many deaths in battle, so I am really helpless......"

A sentence came from the jade plate again, and the tone seemed to be very hurried.

Immediately, another person sent a handwriting: "In the Lower Purple Bamboo Forest, the green bamboo, guarding the small formation of the birch forest, there is only a quasi-saint cultivator, barely resisting the alien race with the two pseudo-saint predecessors, there is nothing to be done, sorry!" ”

Bauhinia Holy Land Zhang Baili: "Two pseudo-saints, one quasi-saint? How many warriors are under your command? ”

Purple Bamboo Forest Race Qingzhu: "Two hundred and fifty thousand!" ”

Bauhinia Holy Land Zhang Baili: "I can come!" ”

Purple Bamboo Forest Race Qingzhu: "Don't go, cherish!" ”

Then the handwriting on the jade plaque no longer appeared.

Saiqingzhu is also nearby?

Xin Zhuo was stunned for a moment.

"I said! Is this about personnel? ”

Xiao Huang stared at the jade plate directly, and suddenly scolded: "The old guys above, sure enough, are pit us, there is only one alien race and one alien human saint in the two small formations next door, but hundreds of thousands of warriors have been sent to guard it."

We are facing the ten major alien races, tens of millions of alien races, and ten major alien saints here, and we will only send a hundred thousand warriors!

Favoritism, shameless! ”

said, "Huh", and said: "Master, your strength is so strong, you don't know the gold content of alien saints, you pick ten people by yourself, you are at ease, there has never been a world before, why don't we go to attack aliens at night?" ”

Xin Zhuo's heart fluttered, and then he shook his head.

What I need is the immortal ideological fit of the dry bones in the small array 10,000 years ago to practice, if the alien race doesn't attack, run over by yourself, and kill someone? What's more, in the alien group, are there any great saints and saint king-level masters who are struggling? Once the boat capsizes in the gutter, isn't it a wave of urgency?

The three mountains were overturned, and he Xin Zhuo was not arrogant enough to single-handedly enter the alien race and retreat.

……

Day 3.

Heavy rain.

The aliens played tricks again, they also made catapults and led a large number of beasts, attacking from a distance, and once Xin Zhuo cast a spell, they turned and ran.

And Suhu and the others and more than two hundred quasi-saints no longer made a move, staring at Xin Zhuo at close range, and all of them worked to the extreme, and their breath was monstrous, just waiting for him to come out of the battle, two or three hundred people attacked one person.

It's still the same old routine, but it's useful!

The two sides exchanged bombardments for three hours.

The Terran warriors suffered heavy casualties, Xin Zhuo once again rushed into battle, killed seventeen quasi-saints, was forced back, and retreated from the alien race with [Nine Shadows and Hundred Zhangs of Ice].

That night, the number of people counted, 5,700 Terran warriors killed in the battle, and 7,000 wounded, which was much less than yesterday, and the Flying Sword Ancestor and others were greatly relieved.

……

On the fourth day, there was a strange truce of the aliens.

On the fifth day, a truce.

……

On the eighth day, an overwhelming number of millions of alien races rushed in fearlessly, and this time they played tricks again.

Their quasi-saints and saints use the holy relics of the clan as a conspiracy, and use their clan's magical spells to blast the formation from a distance, which can break the formation and prevent Xin Zhuo.

Xin Zhuo could only use magic to fight.

There is nothing to show for it, only fighting, protecting the formation and breaking the formation remain.

……

Truce on the tenth day.

……

On the twenty-ninth day, there was a truce.

……

The forty-fifth day, the great battle.

……

Day 55.

……

The sixty-ninth day of the battle lasted for two hours.

The alien retreated.

It's been more than two months.

Outside the formation, there were already corpses all over the field, the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, the rivers were diverted, and the trees withered.

In the array, the tomb bag has stretched for hundreds of miles.

The sky was overcast.

Lu Zhiruo held a snow-white silk scarf, sat in front of the shed dejectedly, tears dripped down, this silk scarf is the relic of the senior sister who has the best relationship with her, the senior sister died in battle yesterday, was chopped by a knife of an alien quasi-saint, and the bones remained.

Not far away, Murong Bo was holding a corpse, in a daze, the corpse was his aunt, a relative who led him into the Spirit Sword Holy Sect, a Yuan-level Sanlin female cultivator.

Not far away, there was a corpse with only half a head left, it was when Xin Zhuo rushed to Linqiu City, Liang Wu, who wanted to strengthen Song Xinruo, although this person was lustful and bullying, but before he died, he broke out the biggest blood in his life, shouting "The human race is invincible", rushed out of the formation, was killed by a sword, and the corpse flew back to the formation.

In the past two months, there have been more deeds such as this man who are not afraid of death, and I can't count them.

They don't know who they are fighting for, who they are dying, the righteousness of the human race? Guarding the ordinary people behind them? Or they have to kill, if they don't kill, they will die, it doesn't matter anymore, the important thing is that they fulfilled their oath and died without retreating!

"Brother Murong!"

At this moment, Hejiuhe, whose face was covered in blood, approached with a group of people and hissed: "To bury Murong senior, this is the order of the saint!" ”

"I don't!"

Murong Bo roared loudly, "Who are we fighting for? I thought that cultivating the supreme martial arts and flying away from the heavens and the earth would be able to get away with it, but what are I doing now? Now we're in this hellish place, one by one!

110,000 people came, how many are there now, 3,328 people, there are only more than 3,000 people, and if the alien race attacks again, they will all die!

What about the reinforcements from the big guys above? What about reinforcements? ”

He Jiuhe sighed: "The saint sent someone to ask for help the day before yesterday, you don't know!" ”

"Fart! Fart! Murong Bo yelled, "The chaotic stone next door was attacked by a foreign race at night two months ago, and the next day three pseudo-saints went to put out the fire, this is what a friend of mine told me, he won't lie to me, we abandoned it!" ”

He Jiuhe's face was ugly, and he had nothing to say.

In the past two months, many people have found that something is wrong, and there should not be so few people in the "Baizu Yuan" here.

Murong Bo shouted again: "The front line of the formation of the Troubled Stone Rim is only seventy miles, but there are two hundred and twenty-one sects and families, three or four hundred thousand martial artists, and our formation front is more than four hundred miles, and only one hundred thousand martial artists have come, this is unfair!" Unjust! ”

He Jiuhe opened his mouth, still without anything to say.

"At least we've killed three million aliens, and it's enough to die!"

Inside the shed, the voice of the Flying Sword Ancestor suddenly came.

Murong Bo hugged the corpse tightly, lowered his head, and cried bitterly.

At this time, he was tapped on the shoulder, and when he raised his head, he found that the saint and the seven quasi-saint ancestors had arrived.

Xin Zhuo's face was a little tired, and his right hand was always on Murong Bo's shoulder, in the past two months, he had killed more than 3.2 million alien races, which was thirty times that of the human race warriors, which was indeed enough, but the words on his lips were never spoken.

Of the more than three million alien races, two million died in his hands, of which more than 100 alien quasi-saints, but there was no sense of accomplishment in their hearts, the feelings of aliens and human beings were not the same, they were not afraid of death at all, and they did not show the slightest sadness.

Tired of killing, tired!

OK.

Distance from the Human Saint Middle Realm: 29/30.

Only one last kill is missing.

In the past two months, the ten people of Suto are not fools, they will always change their tricks to deal with him, and the purpose of those people is very clear, if they can't fight, they will run, and then come again, that is, they will consume all the warriors under his command.

The battle line of four hundred miles is very long, and he Xin Zhuo can't guard it alone, and when the warrior dies, it is the time when the formation is broken!

The ten alien saints did not have a formation to suppress them, and they could fight with Xin Zhuo for their lives.

And Xin Zhuo's purpose is also very clear, to strive to kill more alien races, grab the sacrificial spirit as soon as possible, once he enters the human saint realm, he is sure that he will kill the other party's ten human saints.

It's a bloody rally, and the chips are human lives!

Human life, this kind of thing, now it seems, is really worthless!

"Saint, is there any hope?"

Murong Bo, Hejiuhe, and Lu Zhiruo, who was not far away, suddenly looked at each other.

Not only them, but the seven Flying Sword Ancestors also looked at Xin Zhuo deadly.

Only one last attack remains!

More than 3,000 people guarded the battle line of 400 miles, and they couldn't stop the dead wave after wave of alien races that never saw less. One person guards the distance of twenty zhang, and he has to bless the array pile, and once he dies!

Xin Zhuo was silent for a long time, and looked at the snow foam falling from the sky: "I have already sent Song Xinruo and the three Yuanji masters to the Jiusihai Great Array in the rear for help, and before the alien attack tomorrow, I should be able to rush back, and I think I will bring reinforcements!" ”

I thought silently in my heart, I was afraid that I would disappoint everyone.

When everyone heard this, their mood was a little gloomy, and their faces showed a glimmer of hope.

"Saint!"

At this moment, four figures in the distance rushed quickly, and the leader was Song Xinruo, but the four of them looked flustered, and their faces were as white as paper.

The hope on the faces of the Flying Sword Ancestor, Spirit Sword Ancestor and the others disappeared in an instant.

"How?" Murong Bo looked behind the four people, there was no half of a figure, and asked in a trembling voice, "Why did you come back so early?" ”

Song Xinruo's chest rose and fell, and it seemed that his feet were very heavy, and when he got closer, he said with difficulty and bitterness: "Without reinforcements, we can't even rush to Jiusihai!" ”

"Why?" The Flying Sword Ancestor asked in a deep voice.

A Yuan Ji martial artist's voice trembled: "Nine thousand miles in the rear, the devil's end where the other small formations are located on the same level as the other small formations, a small array has been rebuilt, and a large number of martial artists are stationed, and we are not allowed to go over!" ”

"What do you mean? What does that mean? The Flying Sword Ancestor and the Spirit Sword Ancestor laughed miserably and looked at Xin Zhuo.

Xin Zhuo was silent, just looked at the Yuanji martial artist who spoke, and he knew that this person had not finished speaking.

Sure enough, this Yuanji martial artist hugged his fists and said: "They said that they want to save the soldiers, let the saint move the rescuers himself!" ”

There was silence all around.

It was snowing heavily, fluttering and sprinkling, and soon all sides were covered in plain clothes.

Xin Zhuo stretched out his hand and took a snowflake, these days he always felt that the Terran bigwigs would not be so visionless, the war of all races is related to the life and death of the trillion human race and the 700,000 miles of homeland, even if he has different thoughts about himself, he should not let it go away, now he understands, he has been prepared!

Even if it's broken, it's okay.

I really can't do it.

"Saint!"

At this moment, a Yuanji master in the direction of the small array in front of him rushed quickly and said in a deep voice: "The alien race has attacked again!" For the second time today! ”

Two attacks a day, this is something that has not been done in two months.

The Flying Sword Ancestor, Spirit Sword Ancestor, Murong Bo and Hejiuhe were stunned for a moment, and then looked at Xin Zhuo again, their eyes were very complicated.

It doesn't matter what kind of trick the alien race smoked today.

The important thing is that the house leak happened to rain overnight, and the decisive battle is today, and life and death can be decided.

Xin Zhuo was silent for a while, stretched out his right hand, and the halberd flew out on its own, clenched it, slammed it on the ground, shook the mountain for a while, and then said word by word: "Let's go!" By the way, take away the people of Linqiu City together. ”

The Flying Sword Ancestor, Spirit Sword Ancestor, Xuan Ce Ancestor, Lu Zhiruo, He Jiuhe and the others were taken aback, and said in a panic: "What does the saint mean? ”

Xin Zhuo said indifferently: "It's enough for me to guard this formation alone!" ”

A group of people lowered their heads and gritted their teeth: "May I die with the saint!" ”

Xin Zhuo glanced coldly at a group of people: "Killing more than three million alien races in two months, you have done a good enough, you have a clear conscience, why do you want to die?" Three breaths, don't go, kill, three ......"

"Saint, why bother!"

Flying Sword Old Ancestor and Lu Zhiruo A group of people couldn't help but redden, and got along with the saint for two months, although the saint was silent, but he was not domineering, he did not abuse his subordinates, every time he died, he would always look at it for a long time, silently reciting the name of the deceased, no one knew why he did it, and the treasures looted from other races were not a penny, and all of them were given.

He cherishes his men, but he ...... No way.

After living and dying together for so long, how can you abandon him?

And they suddenly understood, Xin Zhuo, the Mixed Yuan Sage, was not the darling of the big shots, he was targeted.

Are these grown-ups crazy?

Such a terrible saint must be extraordinary one day.

"Two ......"

Xin Zhuo's body was flooded with terrifying killing intent, and the group of people who were pressed were almost out of breath, this was not a joke, it was really to kill.

"Okay, let's go."

The Flying Sword Ancestor group couldn't bear the pressure, glanced at each other, gritted their teeth, and went straight into the distance.

The remaining 3,000 or so people quickly retreated like a flood, and the surroundings were empty.

Xiao Huang glanced at Xin Zhuo and silently followed those people away.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and hundreds of miles outside the formation ahead, the overwhelming alien army was slowly approaching.

Xiao Huang soon came back, walked to Xin Zhuo's side, and said: "The people of Linqiu City, under the escort of the warriors who had just retreated, dragged their families away, stretching for hundreds of miles, as the master expected, the Seven Flying Sword Ancestors and the four Lu Zhiruo wanted to return desperately, but I retreated with a word, I said, 'The saint received an order, and he will leave after a battle, he will not die, and you are pedantic and play righteousness, you will definitely die'."

And they don't hold on anymore. ”

"Good!"

Xin Zhuo stretched his waist, the more than 3,000 people of the Flying Sword Ancestor, to be honest, were of little use, so why let them die meaninglessly? It's better to blast away.

Slapped in the direction of Linqiu City, the nine-colored true qi roared, and three colorful flying eagles were shot in the sky above the city, two of them were slapped into flesh and blood, and the other flew away in a hurry.

"Xiao Huang, kill with me!"

"Yes, master!"

(End of chapter)