"Uh......h Hiss ......"

The hoarse and ugly Xiao sound came from the jade flute carved with cloud patterns on Xin Zhuo's hand, he was not on a whim, he took out a jade flute to vassal elegance, even if he wanted to be vassal, it was not suitable here, and the alien race might not be able to appreciate it.

The jade flute was left by Zhao Yizhu.

He has always carried it with him all these years.

Xiao Zhong still seems to have the unique fragrance of Zhao Yizhu's fireworks that does not eat the world, this is not important, the important thing is that when this jade flute is played, it can attract a strange breath between heaven and earth, soothing fatigue, anxiety and blood boiling.

Even the most manic person will calm down with a few blows.

He found out in the first place.

The role of this Xiao is completely different from that of the [Nine Ring Jade Pure Bottle].

It has been a day since he repelled the more than one hundred and thirty alien saints, and ordinary aliens don't know how many they have killed, to be honest, he is exhausted at this moment, and those alien races are actually right about consuming him all the time.

Half an hour ago, he tried to capture the spirit.

Distance to the Arrivals of the Holy Queen: 99/100.

Just a little bit, the accumulation of the last paragraph, the amount of true qi required is terrifying.

This last trace may need to fight a saint? Two? Or kill more than 100,000 ordinary aliens?

"Boom ......"

The boundless alien race surrounded again, getting closer and closer, and it was already possible to see the sweat on the gray-black faces of a group of men with horns.

"Whew......"

The barbarian Zodiac Star and twenty alien middle realm human saints also came from high in the sky, majestic as the sea, and the killing intent was monstrous.

There are only twenty-one instead of more than a hundred, and the meaning is self-evident - try his current strength, whether it has been weakened or not.

“……”

Xin Zhuo stopped the, carefully put Xiao Di into his arms, and then clenched the halberd beside him, and staggered to get up, when he stood up, it seemed that his body was exhausted, his eyes were deep, his back was straight, and he stood up to the sky.

Half a step back!

Unwavering!

The monstrous killing intent and blood qi were not even comparable to the twenty-one alien saints in the sky who were ready to be tempted.

“……”

Twenty-one alien saints and sea-like aliens were suddenly calmed by this simple action, and their posture was full of caution and fear.

"Childe!"

A sad and sad woman's cry was faintly heard in the distance.

Xin Zhuo looked over in surprise, was slightly stunned, and then said in a resolute and calm tone: "Leave!" Go and tell the human race, tell the people of the world, the alien race is powerful, but it must also have an unyielding heart, it is not easy for the alien race to kill my race, the hundred clans are in a small array, and I Xin Zhuo is forever! ”

Well, this forced qualification, it should be enough!

……

“…… The small array of the hundred clans is here, and I Xin Zhuo is always here! ”

A group of people like Sai Qingzhu, Zhang Baili and Han Qiniang looked at the bloodstained face, the eyes of perseverance, profundity, even if they were exhausted, but no one could humiliate them, but the monstrous determination of the sun and the moon.

This look cannot be blasphemed, it cannot be persuaded.

The hearts of a group of people trembled and their hearts swayed.

How strong is a person's belief to get to this point?

I couldn't help but have more tears on my face.

"Whew!"

Among the alien races with no end in sight, there was a terrifying alien saint realm master waving his sleeves, and thirty alien saints rushed towards him with a hideous killing intent.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Baili gritted his teeth and pulled Han Qiniang and a few others.

found that Sai Qingzhu had tears in his eyes and flew straight to Xin Zhuo.

"Miss Saiqingzhu, are you crazy?" Zhang Baili stopped her and was furious, "How can you rush into this kind of battle?" Death in one breath, in vain! ”

Sai Qingzhu said angrily: "What does this girl want to do, what do you have to do, get out!" ”

"Qingzhu, don't be impulsive, you can't rush over!"

Han Qiniang took a deep breath and grabbed Sai Qingzhu: "Go!" ”

A group of people held Sai Qingzhu to the death, and went straight to the distance and roared, they were still far away from the alien race, and they ran with all their strength to avoid being chased.

Half an hour later, sure enough, the terrifying number of aliens gave up and turned back!

A group of people did not dare to stay, and went straight to the devil's place.

Nearly ten hours later, he arrived at the place, his mood was still not calm, he raised his eyes and glanced at the small array, and then they all froze in place.

I saw that the small array of "Devil's Corner" collapsed into flat ground, the rivers under the cliff became red, and there was no half-human warrior in the small array.

"Devil's Circle" ...... It's broken!

"Whew-"

The strange horn sounded suddenly, and the dense alien race in the ruins swept and killed under the leadership of more than a dozen alien human saints.

A group of people had no choice but to grit their teeth and flee into the distance again, only to feel extremely depressed in their hearts.

Along the way, I encountered villages, towns and cities, and found that all houses collapsed, city walls were broken, and there were scattered corpses of people, and all dust and jewels were sprinkled all over the streets.

"Terran ......"

A group of people lamented in their hearts and were very sad.

"Boom ......"

The rain was pouring down, and it seemed that the rain was all bitter and cold.

The alien race in the rear was still chasing, and a group of people were at a loss and just fled.

Crossing a big mountain here, suddenly three figures passed through the vast rain curtain and swept towards them, all of them were human saint cultivators, one of them looked at it, and said in a deep voice: "Where did you retreat from the small formation?" ”

Zhang Baili immediately said loudly: "The devil's small array!" ”

The three of them approached quickly, and one of the middle-aged people bowed his hand, and said in a helpless and sad voice: "The Great Array of the Nine Sihai is broken, and the casualties of the Terran warriors are not counted, and the rest retreat north." ”

Zhang Baili and Sai Qingzhu were stunned, and then their bodies trembled violently.

Han Qiniang asked with difficulty, "He ...... Time? ”

The middle-aged man said: "Today's hour! The Great Array of the Nine Seas was broken, the ancestors took the remnants to the north, and the aliens were in hot pursuit, and the ancestors let us pass through the gaps of the aliens, risk death to find the surviving human masters, and go to the Broken Mountain Country together!

Last night, the Sea Lord of the Nine Divisions had already been ordered to lead a group of people to retreat to the Broken Mountain Country, and use the nearby Eight Holy Lands Cave Tianshan Gate as a formation to re-arm, and they could still resist it if they went there! ”

Han Qiniang asked in a trembling voice: "What about the hundreds of millions of trillions of mortal people along the way?" ”

The middle-aged saint master was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Miss Han is so heart-wrenching!" ”

How can we take all of them away? If you don't answer, it's all heart-wrenching.

Seeing that a group of people were speechless, the middle-aged saint asked again: "You have traveled all the way, do you know where there are still saints?" ”

Sai Qingzhu said in a sung voice: "Hundred Clans Yuan Xin Zhuo! ”

"Xin Zhuo is not dead yet?"

The three middle-aged saints were taken aback.

Zhang Baili said bitterly: "Not only is he not dead, but the Hundred Clans Yuan Small Array has not broken so far!" ”

"This ...... How did he do it? ”

The three middle-aged saints suddenly felt terrified, and hurriedly asked, "Why don't you let him give up and come together?" ”

Han Qiniang said coldly: "He is alone, leading dozens of alien races, nearly 200 alien saints, and more than 10 million alien people to besiege!" ”

The three middle-aged saints had numb scalps and were dumbfounded, in this situation, they didn't have the courage to get closer, and muttered: "No wonder there are many fewer aliens in Southern Xinjiang than imagined, Xin Zhuo is so ...... this person."

"Let's go!"

A group of people had nothing to do and had no choice but to flee away.

The middle-aged saint flew through the room, carved words with his hands, burned incense and transmitted sounds, and went straight to the north.

……

The rain poured down, and the muddy official roads, dense forests, and rivers were full of mortal people who had migrated northward, and those who were qualified to migrate were all princes and nobles among mortals.

Panic, fear, and helplessness fill everyone's hearts.

"Hum—"

The rain swirled high in the sky, the dark clouds rolled, and countless mighty figures swept straight to the north.

Countless people below hurriedly knelt down and asked for help in pain: "Martial Immortal Protection!" Martial Immortals bless you......"

In the sky, it was the Second Floor Lord, Yuheng Saint King, Tianxuan Saint King, Ye Feiying, Jiang Wen and other ancestors and tens of thousands of elite martial artists.

Today, the Jiusihai Great Array was shattered, and the alien masters in the rear pursued and killed all the way, and there was no hope for hundreds of thousands of miles of heaven and earth on the southern Xinjiang line, so they could only move north.

At this moment, looking at the countless Terran people below, the Yuheng Holy King Murong Jingfeng and the others were full of bitterness and couldn't say a word.

It's not that everyone is cold-blooded and ruthless, but if they stay for help, they are likely to be caught up by other races, which will only increase casualties, and it is useless.

The Martial Immortals are here, there is still hope for the Terrans, and if the Martial Immortals are not there, the Terrans will never be able to turn over!

At this time, Tianshu Saint Dynasty Tiangai suddenly looked at the air ripples in front of him, his face changed slightly, and his voice was vicissitudes: "The small array of the Hundred Clans has not been broken so far, Xin Zhuo is still there, he is alone in leading dozens of foreign races, more than a hundred foreign saints, and more than 10 million foreign races to attack, fighting to the death and not retreating!" ”

A group of ancestors from all walks of life around him looked at him fiercely, and their faces showed shocks that could not be concealed.

At first, I thought that Xin Zhuo rushed to the top ten alien races with one person and one dog, and he would die without life......

How he did it doesn't need to be asked, he did it anyway!

After experiencing a bloody battle of life and death and helplessness with foreign races, a group of ancestors heard this at first glance, to be honest, it was impossible without a little feeling!

They even abandon all selfishness, leaving only bitterness and guilt.

"My son ......"

That Jiang Wen looked back at the south, it was difficult for him to say what he felt at the moment, but he remembered for a moment that this son was born by himself.

"Alas......"

A group of ancestors all turned around and bowed their hands one after another.

This son deserves a gift.

(End of chapter)