Chapter 992 – Nine Divisions Sea Array Breaks, Xin Zhuo Brings Shock
Chapter 992 – Nine Divisions Sea Grand Formation Breaks, Xin Zhuo Brings Shock
“Oo…… hiss……”
The hoarse and unpleasant sound of the Xiao sound from Xin Zhuo’s hand carved cloud pattern jade xiao, he is not a whim, take out a jade xiao out of the elegance, even if you want to attach to elegance, here is also not very appropriate, the foreigners may not appreciate it.
The jade xiao is left behind by Zhao Yi master.
Over the years, he has always carried it with him.
It seemed that Zhao Yizhu’s unique unearthly fragrance still remained in the xiao, which wasn’t important, what was important was that when this jade xiao was blown, it could draw a strange breath from heaven and earth to his body, soothing fatigue, anxiety, and boiling blood qi.
Even the most manic person would calm down after a few blows.
He had discovered it in the beginning.
This Xiao had a completely different effect than the [Nine Rings Jade Pure Vase].
A day had passed since he had repelled those one hundred and thirty-odd alien human saints, and he didn’t know how many ordinary aliens he had killed, and to be honest, at this moment, he was exhausted, and the intention of those aliens to consume him all the time was actually correct.
Half an hour ago, he attempted to seize the Sacrificial Spirit.
Distance to the Inbound Human Sacred Posterior Realm: 99/100.
Just a hair’s breadth away, the amount of true qi needed to accumulate the last segment was horrifyingly outrageous.
This last sliver might require one to wrestle a Saint? Two? Or slaying over a hundred thousand ordinary foreigners?
“Rumble ……”
The boundless foreign races once again surrounded the area, getting closer and closer, and the sweat could already be seen on the large gray and black faces of a group of hans with bull horns.
“Swoosh ……”
The barbarian Cebu Star and twenty foreign race middle realm human saints also surrounded from high in the sky, their aura as majestic as the sea, their killing intent monstrous.
What it meant that there were only twenty-one instead of the hundred or so was self-evident – to try out his current power, whether it had been weakened or not.
“……”
Xin Zhuo stops blowing, puts Xiao Di carefully into his arms, then grips the halberd beside him, staggers a little and rises, when the moment he stands up, it seems that all of his fatigue is gone, his eyes are deep, his waist and back are straight, and he stands on top of the sky and the earth.
Half a step not to retreat!
Unshaken!
The monstrous killing intent and blood aura was not even comparable to the twenty-one alien human saints in the sky above who were ready to test the waters.
“……”
The twenty-one foreign human saints and the seawater-like foreign races were suddenly subdued by this simple action, approaching in a posture filled with caution and scorn.
“Gongzi!”
A sad, grieving, sorrowful woman’s shout came faintly from the distance.
Xin Zhuo looked over in surprise and froze slightly, then said in a determined and calm tone, “Leave! Go and tell the human race, tell the people of the world that the foreign races are powerful, but they must also have an unyielding heart, it is never easy for the foreign races to want to kill my community, if the Hundred Races Abyssal Small Array is there, I, Xin Zhuo, will always be there!”
Well, this compulsion, should be enough!
……
“…… If the Hundred Clans Abyss Small Array is here, I, Xin Zhuo, will always be here!”
Sai Qingzhu, Zhang Baili, and Han Qiniang’s group of people looked at that bloodstained face, those resolute, deep, and even though exhausted, no one could be humiliated, and they could town the sun and the moon with their monstrous determination in their eyes.
These eyes could not be desecrated, could not be persuaded.
A group of people’s heart tips trembled and their minds swayed.
Just how strong of a conviction did a person possess to be able to make it this far?
More tears could not help but fall on their faces.
“Whew!”
Among the foreign races that could not be seen to the end, a foreigner Saint Rear Realm expert with a terrifying aura waved his sleeves, and thirty foreigner saints wrapped in hideous killing intent swept in sharply.
“Go!”
Zhang Baili gritted his teeth and pulled Han Qiniang and the others.
However, he found Sai Qingzhu’s tearful eyes pouring as she flew straight to Xin Zhuo.
“Miss Sai Qingzhu, have you gone crazy?” Zhang Baili stopped her, furious, “How can you rush in with this kind of battle? You’ll die in a single breath, it’s just a futile endeavor!”
Sai Qingzhu angrily said, “What this girl wants to do is none of your business, get lost!”
“Qingzhu, don’t be impulsive, you can’t rush through!”
Han Qiniang took a deep breath and grabbed Sai Qingzhu as well, “Go!”
A group of people held Sai Qingzhu in death, whistling straight into the distance, they were already still far away from the foreigners, running away with all their might, not to be chased.
Half an hour later, sure enough, the terrifying number of foreigners gave up and turned back!
A group of people, however, did not dare to stay, and went straight to the Devil’s End small formation.
Nearly ten hours later arrived at the place, the mood is still unable to calm down, raised his eyes to scan the small array, and then froze in place in unison.
Only see “devil’s end” small array collapsed into flat ground, the river under the cliff has become red, small array no longer half of the human martial arts figure, black pressure of strange-looking foreigners, is in the ruins of the body of a set of body to make up the knife.
“Devil’s End small formation”…… broke!
“Woo–“
Weird horn sounds suddenly rang out, and the densely packed foreign races in the ruins swept in to kill under the leadership of more than a dozen foreign human saints.
The group of people could only clench their teeth and flee into the distance once again, only to feel that their hearts were oppressed beyond measure. Along the way encountered a village and town and city, found that all are houses collapsed, broken walls, a mess, people’s corpses all over the place, dust and jewelry sprinkled all over the street, is to use “hell on earth” to describe, is not too much.
“The robbery of the human race …….”
A group of people lamented in their hearts, very sad.
“Rumble ……”
Heavy rain poured down, and it seemed that the rainwater carried some bitterness and coldness.
The foreigners in the back were still chasing after them, and a group of people were at a loss, only focusing on fleeing.
Here crossed a big mountain, suddenly there are three figures through the vast curtain of rain, swept head on, all are human saint cultivation, one of them seems, said in a deep voice: “From which small formation do you all retreat?”
Zhang Baili immediately shouted, “Devil’s End small formation!”
Three people fly close, one of the middle-aged saint arched his hand and salute, voice helpless and pathos said: “Nine Division Sea array broken, human martial artists dead and wounded countless, the remaining north retreat.”
Zhang Baili and Sai Qingzhu’s group froze, and then their bodies trembled violently.
Han Qiniang asked with difficulty, “What …… time?”
The middle-aged saint said, “Today at the hour! The Nine Division Sea array broke, the old ancestors took the remnants north, the foreigners were in hot pursuit, the old ancestors told us to go through the gaps in the foreigners, risking our lives to come and look for the surviving human experts, and head to the Broken Mountain Kingdom together!
At midnight last night, the Nine Divisions Sea Lord has been ordered to lead a group of human saints to retreat back to the Broken Mountain Country, using the eight nearby holy land cave mountain gates as a formation, rearranging their defenses, and going there to still be able to withstand it!”
Han Qiniang asked in a trembling voice, “What about the billions of trillion mortal people along the hundreds of thousands of miles?”
The middle-aged holy expert was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly, “Miss Han’s question is heartbreaking!”
There were hundreds of millions of mortal people, how could they all be taken away? To answer or not to answer was a heartbreaker.
Seeing a group of people dumbfounded, the middle-aged sage asked again, “All of you have traveled all the way here, do you know where there are still saints?”
Sai Qingzhu said in a chirographic voice, “Hundred Clans Abyss Xinzhuo!”
“Xin Zhuo is still alive?”
The middle-aged sage trio was taken aback.
Zhang Baili said bitterly, “Not only is he not dead, the Hundred Clans Abyssal Small Formation has not been broken so far!”
“How did this this …… him?”
The middle-aged sage trio felt creeped out and hurriedly asked, “Why don’t you let him give up and come along?”
Han Qiniang coldly said, “He was alone and drew away dozens of foreign races, nearly two hundred foreign saints, and over ten million foreigners to surround him!”
The middle-aged saint trio’s scalps were numb and jaws dropped, in this situation, they just didn’t have the guts to get close, muttering, “No wonder there are many fewer foreign races in the Southern Borderland than imagined, Xin Zhuo, this person is so ……”
“Let’s go!”
A group of people can do nothing, there is nothing they can do, behind the foreigners will soon arrive, hesitate for a moment, so they can only disappear.
That middle-aged saint flew between, carved words with his hands, burned incense to transmit sound, and went straight to the north.
……
Heavy rain poured down, muddy official roads, dense forests, rivers, all densely packed northward migration of mortal people, and qualified to migrate, all are the princes and nobles of the mortals.
Panic, fear, and helplessness filled everyone’s heart.
“Buzz–“
Rain circled high in the sky, dark clouds tumbled, and countless vast and vast figures swept straight to the north.
Countless people below hurriedly knelt down, agonizingly asking for help: “Immortal Wu blessing! Martial Immortal Blessing ah ……”
In the sky, it was none other than the Second Floor Master, Yu Heng Saint King, Tian Xuan Saint King, Ye Feiying and Jiang Wen, and other old ancestors and tens of thousands of elite martial artists.
Today, the Nine Divisions Sea Array is broken, the back of the foreign experts all the way to chase and kill, hundreds of thousands of miles of heaven and earth on the front line of the Southern Border has no hope anymore, and can only move north.
At this moment, looking at the countless human people below, that Yu Heng Sacred King Murong Jingfeng and others are full of bitterness and can’t say a word.
It’s not that the people are cold-blooded and heartless, it’s just that if they stay to help, they are likely to be caught up by the foreigners, increasing casualties in vain and not being half useful.
Martial Immortal in, the human race still have hope, Martial Immortal is not, the human race will never be able to turn around!
At this time, the Heavenly Pivot Saint Dynasty Tian Gai suddenly looked at the air ripples in front of him, his face changed slightly, his voice vicissitudes, “The Hundred Races Abyss small formation has not been broken so far, Xin Zhuo is still there, he is alone to lead dozens of foreign races, more than a hundred foreign saints, more than ten million foreign races attacked, and he died fighting without retreating!”
The surrounding group of old ancestors from all sides looked fiercely at him, their faces showing shock that was hard to hide.
When it was first thought that Xin Zhuo, a man and a dog, rushed toward the ten great alien races, it was ten deaths without life ……
There was no need to ask how he did it, it was always him who did it!
After experiencing a life and death bloodbath and with the helplessness against the foreign races, a group of old ancestors heard about this matter at first glance, and to be honest, it was impossible not to have a little bit of feelings!
They were even discarding all selfishness, leaving only bitterness and guilt.
“My son ……”
That Jiang Wen turned back to look towards the south, it was hard for him to say what he was feeling in his heart at this moment, it was a flash of remembering that this son was born by himself.
“Alas ……”
A group of old ancestors all turned back, have arched their hands as a salute.
This son deserves a salute.
(End of chapter)