On the second day, the alien attack suddenly went crazy again.

Xin Zhuo's sentence "attacking the hinterland of the alien race" completely angered the Zhijiu group, although the alien race is not afraid of the loss of the clan, but the clan behind him is the inheritance, is the hope, back then the supreme of the human race and the emperor are still there, and they have never been wiped out!

What's more important is that among the more than 1,000 quasi-saints of the alien race, dozens of them have successfully entered the sainthood, and there are many pseudo-saints, which gives them confidence!

In addition, the news from the north is that the Terrans are about to be destroyed, and they are desperate to kill Xin Zhuo and go north!

However, even though Xin Zhuo still looks like a ghost who has gone mad, it is difficult to kill or injure him!

Except that it is 卯着!

……

One month.

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Two months.

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year.

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Three years.

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Five years!

Another five years have passed, and the two sides have been at a stalemate for eight years, plus it was already nine years before.

The long years are just numbers, but they are spent in the battle between the two sides day after day, and so long is enough to kill everyone's fighting spirit.

It's just that news from the north comes from time to time, and it is full of rumors of great victories for foreign races and retreats for the human race.

The only remaining Terran turtles shrank to a territory of 200,000 miles.

This made Zhi Jiu and Lin Xiutian a group of people extremely excited.

Even in the past five years, there are only more than 20 people left who have been killed by Xin Zhuo among the nearly 100 foreign saints, and a large number of ordinary clansmen have been recruited and damaged, but Xin Zhuo's strength has not increased at all, and his whole face is pitch black, and he has completely entered the end of the strong crossbow.

This gave them full confidence.

Kill!

After grinding for a few more years, when Xin Zhuo's oil runs out, peeling his skin and pumping his tendons, and studying his body, maybe you can see some secrets of the Mixed Yuan Saint and super combat power—this idea has almost become their obsession.

And this winter, he was already sixteen years old, and he was born with a tall posture and a dog, and he was forced by his master to practice law and martial arts for several years, and he accumulated enough before he finally entered the Yin Void Realm.

It's just that before entering the country, Xin Zhuo didn't deliberately instruct, she spent three months polishing her appearance meridians, and her appearance will be fixed as "sixteen years old" in the future.

And just five days before the Spring Festival, there were only three old people living in the small array, and the rest died, and the white affairs were done nearly 20 times.

The day before the Spring Festival happened to be Xin Zhuo's 100th birthday.

Goudan went south with a sword, and shouted to the saints of different races ten miles away: "The family teacher is 100 years old, and the truce is three days." ”

The alien saint did not do anything to the dog, it was boring, but they were surprised with Xin Zhuo's age, this person ...... Cai Te's 100 years old?

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The second year is also the tenth year.

There were only sixteen alien saints left, and the corpses of aliens stretched for hundreds of miles.

Xin Zhuo was "struggling", his whole body was black, and when he was fighting, his reaction was also slow and scary.

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Eleventh year.

The number of alien saints was increased to thirty-nine.

The number of people in the rear of the alien race was replenished to six million, and the black pressure was arranged for nearly a hundred miles.

And Xin Zhuo is old-looking, his whole body is peeling, and he is depressed, but he can often kill one or two human saints and more than 100,000 aliens in every big battle.

Not far away! Not far away!

A group of alien saints murmured.

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Fourteenth.

The Golden Bone Mountain is only two zhang high, and the last old man in the small array, "Xing Gong", died, and the funeral was very "grand".

The dog egg entered the Yangshi Triple Sea, and the law and martial arts were both cultivated.

Xiao Huang cultivated the Heavenly Dog Heavenly Method, entered the quasi-saint, opened the Heavenly Dome Demon Mountain Gate of the Dog Vein Ancestor, and entered the trial with the dog egg.

Xiao Huang's operation, Xin Zhuo didn't understand, but after more than ten years of fighting, he was a little numb and sluggish, so let them go.

It's just that he is the only one left in the huge bone mountain and formation, which inevitably seems lonely and boring.

Distance to Arrival Daison: 76/100.

The accumulation required later, even if all the dry bones are grabbed, is far behind.

I'm afraid it's hard to enter the Great Sage here.

After grabbing the last dry bones, let's talk about it.

In the winter of this year, news came from the north that the Terran turtle had shrunk within 100,000 miles, and its destruction was imminent.

And the news here finally attracted the attention of the alien adults in the north, and the alien ancestors sent the alien clans from all over the world to support.

And there are three alien great sages across the mountains and seas to kill, ready to completely kill this human race recalcitrant people, but just halfway through, the ten hidden forbidden places of the human race were born, and the three sons and daughters of the Terran Dynasty counterattacked, and the four alien great sages had to return halfway.

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Fifteenth.

Spring.

The other aliens from all directions finally arrived.

The number of alien races jumped to more than 100 human saints and tens of millions of alien races.

When I saw Xin Zhuo, who was dying and sick, holding the halberd alone, the difficult confrontation, his eyes were full of numbness, and he looked pitiful and insignificant.

Most of the aliens laughed loudly, but a small number of them bowed seriously as a sign of respect.

A frenzied attack ensued.

really fought, but found out how powerful Xin Zhuo's methods were, one move, one style, one magical power, one spell to the pinnacle, and the terrifying tens of millions of great powers, nine-colored true qi and the metamorphosis of the five holy patterns.

A group of aliens couldn't laugh anymore.

Killed for months, with heavy casualties.

Even if you try everything you can, you can't touch Xin Zhuo at all!

Then go on.

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Eighteenth year.

The northern human race, the ten forbidden lands and the three sons of the broken dynasty were defeated again, and the human race shrank for more than 80,000 miles.

And in the small array of the southern hundred tribes, there are more than 100 saints of different races, and only seventeen are left.

There are only a pitiful million left of the tens of millions of alien races.

So far, Xin Zhuo has been guarding the small array for more than a year plus the previous one, a full nineteen years, nineteen springs, summers, autumns and winters, a total of nearly 200 alien saints, 300 pseudo-saints, 870 quasi-saints, and more than 34 million alien races.

This is definitely not a nonsense of numbers, the nonsense of the Spring and Autumn penmanship, but a real and truly terrifying record against the sky!

This...... Say it, I'm afraid no one will believe it!

More than a million alien races and seventeen alien saints all retreated to the southern peak, and suddenly fell silent collectively and stopped attacking.

Attack a hammer and destroy!

Na Zhi Jiu, Lin Xiutian and Linglong five or six people were vaguely aware of the opportunity to break through the Great Sage, but they still couldn't beat Xin Zhuo, and they couldn't leave to go to retreat for the time being.

I had no choice but to earnestly ask the ancestors of the northern alien races.

Xin Zhuo completely alarmed and angered the ancestors of the alien race who were frantically attacking the human race and had no time to care about anything else.

How did you get such a nail in the back?

Immediately ordered, the strongest alien Shenwu Clan Prince, Spirit Clan Prince, Demon Clan Niu Princess, and Gu Clan Princess, a total of four Great Sage-level masters, came south with the thirteen strongest saints.

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"Whew-"

The sky was overcast, the cold north wind was howling, and in front of the Hundred Clans' Yuan Formation, it was no longer the same as nineteen years ago, with white bones, barren grass, and the surface of the slurry stone and sandy ground had become blood-red.

The original huge and lofty mountain of bones was only eighteen golden dry bones remaining.

Next to it, the small courtyard that used to be has also collapsed.

A dark, old, tired, tattered man, holding a halberd, reclined on a blue stone in a daze.

His eyes were full of numbness and loneliness.

Swarthy and old are fake, tired, tattered, numb and lonely are real!

Nineteen years has passed, it is so long, it seems to be longer than the forty years of breaking the heavens and the five decays of the year, at least at that time there were fireworks in the world, children playing, neighbors chatting and herbs, there were things to pass the time, this endless fighting, repeating the same thing every day, as if it had been as long as one hundred and ninety years!

At this moment, looking at the Mochizuki Well in front of him, his face looked a little better.

Distance to the Great Holy Territory: 88/100.

He looked at the eighteen dry bones again and sighed.

Finally look at the sky.

Xiao Huang has been with the dog for several years and has never returned.

Where is the "Heavenly Dome Mountain Demon Gate", Xin Zhuo really doesn't understand, Xiao Huang, the grandson of the dog spirit, doesn't know where he learned it.

The southern alien race has not been here for ten days.

There is no news from the Northerners either......

He lay down for a while, suddenly got up, and stuck the halberd next to the stone, the halberd was there, and the aliens did not dare to mess around, this was the prestige of his nineteen years of fighting.

He first went to the tombs of the old men of "Xing Gong" and stood for a while, sighed for a while, and then raised his feet and walked towards the city of Linqiu in the north.

For the first time in more than ten years, he wanted to take a walk and take a look.

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"Whew-"

The sky was overcast for a long time, and suddenly it snowed, this is the first snow of the year, not big, all snow foam, but very cold.

Two figures flashed from the end of the barren official road in the distance, and in the blink of an eye, they reached the wall of Linqiu City, and they were two human races.

An old man has white hair and bright eyes.

A middle-aged man who is bookish.

The two looked at the originally huge city covered with wild grass, the houses and buildings were weathered and collapsed, and they couldn't help but sigh.

The middle-aged man said with a sad face: "Fox Nine seniors, the catastrophe of the ten thousand races is only nineteen years, this world is completely ruined, there is no pure land from the south to the north, and the human race has been killed and injured by hundreds of billions!" Look at the largest city in southern Xinjiang, alas! ”

"Brother Lin Huixian, you and I are both wisps of dust in the world, why worry about the sky? Let's practice the art of escaping, carefully look around for opportunities, if we die another day, it will be a hundred! ”

The old man shook his head, but his eyes were looking at the vast land to the south.

The middle-aged man was curious: "What are you looking at?" Do you really believe that? ”

The old man nodded: "Didn't you say that the four Great Sage-level princes and princesses and the thirteen strongest people came to the south to resist Xin Zhuo, how could it be groundless?" I never thought that my human race had withered to this point, and there were saints resisting in the southernmost part, it was simply amazing! ”

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "I believe that this is a beautiful rumor, that is, the saint, in the past twenty years, there are no reinforcements, no supplies, no martial rhyme stones, and true qi, how can he resist the endless attacks of foreign races......"

As he spoke, he stared at the city and said, "Hey, there's a person there!" ”

The old man also looked over, and sure enough! I saw a person standing in the corner of the street with rocks piled up and covered with withered yellow weeds.

The two of them flashed and flew away.

When I got closer, I found that this person's appearance was between young and old, in tatters, it was difficult to tell how old he was, there was no momentum on his body, but his back was straight, his eyes were deep, and he had an indescribable aura.

Eccentric!

(End of chapter)