Chapter 1017 – Ten Thousand Miles of Extreme Poverty, The Last Nine Cities
Chapter 1017 – Ten Thousand Miles of Extreme Poverty, The Last Nine Cities
Hundred Clans Abyss.
The vast land had now grown thick and exuberant weeds, covering up the tired white bones and boundless sores from the original nineteen years of war.
The endless stretches of graves are also faintly invisible.
“Rustle ……”
Xin Zhuo stepped on the green grass, slowly walked to the ruins of the original bone mountain small courtyard, tilted his head to look, the rain has just stopped, the sky is cloudy, Xiao Huang and dog egg or no trace of return, “Tian Dome Mountain Demon Door” should be the memory of the ancestor of Xiao Huang’s bloodline, to open up a certain trial place.
Let it be!
He looked at the ruins of the small courtyard, looked for a long time, his mind vaguely resounded with a group of old voices: “Sage, can we win?”
“The Hundred Races Abyss should be considered a win, the Human Race is still unclear.”
Xin Zhuo finally gave a long overdue reply.
Life has metabolism, transactions into the ancient and modern, a group of old people compared to the martial artists, a life of ordinary, death is dead, but the dying thought is still the human race can win, as if the original town of each small array of 10,000 years ago martial artists dying obsession.
This is a kind of bloodline inheritance of the same family regret, is a kind of invisible expectations.
This is not the reason why Xin Zhuo, who has been guarding the formation for nineteen years, has thought countless times about whether or not to go back to the water and has recently pondered whether or not to go to the Demon Race, but has ultimately remained true to his heart.
“I knew you would come back to take a look and ask you one last time, do you want to go to the Demon Race with me or not!”
A clear and ghostly demonic qi swept in from afar and landed on the ground, transforming into Niu Miao Yi’s figure, with her hair in a high bun and her eyebrows clear and beautiful, only with a hint of grudge in her complexion.
Xin Zhuo felt a bit surprised, then pointed towards the remnants of bones everywhere and the collapsed Lin Vengeance City in the distance.
Niu Miaoyi sighed lightly and said, “I understand, but …… the human race has treated you unfairly all these years, why do you need to fight for them?”
Xin Zhuo laughed: “I fight for myself, for the sake of my own heart smooth!”
Niu Miaoyi was silent, and then gritted his teeth, “Go to the north and you will understand, there is no right or wrong, we are each for our own ethnic group!”
Arching his hand, he rolled up the demon cloud and winked and disappeared in the distance.
Xin Zhuo stood for a while longer, stretched his back, and with a flash of his body, headed straight to the north.
A year ago, the human race’s living space was only 70,000 to 80,000 miles wide, now I wonder how it is?
For a journey of 500,000 to 600,000 miles, Xin Zhuo could arrive in a few days, it was just that the sights along the way, it was hard not to draw his attention, thus delaying the time –
Hundreds of thousands of miles of human rivers and mountains, countless principalities, cities, villages and towns, originally bustling, or prosperous or quiet and peaceful, the least is also a mountain village, small bridges, running water, homes, and at the moment, everywhere in disarray, ruins everywhere, destitute thousands of miles, few people.
Collapsed walls, pavilions still have dried blood formed a large dark brown, withered grass from the top of a famous building back then.
Long since dried out corpses littered the ruins, official roads, rivers, mountains and forests ……
Wild beasts loomed and carrion-eating vultures flew around.
Everywhere speaks of desolation.
The picturesque rivers and mountains have completely fallen apart.
Continuing forward, the further back the collapsed city wall building traces are more new, and even vaguely appearing some human and …… alien mixed life scenes.
This must be the “fallen area”, not dead human race subjugation.
The world is never short of unyielding, ambitious people, but also never short of people who live their lives.
It is likely that words such as “a mole cricket still lives” and “better to die than to live” are not meant to persuade people to survive, but are a kind of self-congratulation for a group of people who grovel and live in the shadows.
As the story continues, the cities and towns collapse and prosper, with more and more humans and foreigners, and there are even scenes of large numbers of human people being driven out and killed by their own kind and by foreigners.
Xin Zhuo stood high in the sky and silently watched the meeting, and did not take action, this kind of thing is only afraid of heaven and earth are everywhere, do not solve the great war between the human race and the foreign race, save them also have no place to place, give hope and then lose hope is more cruel than not saving.
Continuing to rush deeper and deeper, more and more images of the human race and the alien race living together appeared, ruins and smoke and fire coexisted, yet there was not a single city that completely belonged to the human race.
Until finally, only 10,000 miles away from the capital of the Great Qian Dynasty, Qiongxiao City, the sky suddenly fell fine rain, the world is hazy, at the end of the smoke and rain finally saw a human city.
That is a tiger lying on the top of the mountain, hideous magnificent majestic city, but at this moment, outside the city black hundreds of thousands of foreign tribes army, led by hundreds of foreign tribes human saint, crazy attack.
Seven-colored haze and the purple, black, and grey auras of the foreign races shot straight up into the sky, and huge demonic beasts hundreds of feet tall wielded chains that heavily smashed into the city.
Flying alien flying spirits, swooping and saving, charged in waves.
And the city’s densely-packed Mo Clan’s city defending artifacts and the Holy Land Cave’s swarm attacking spiritual treasures kept counterattacking.
The sky is cloudy, the rain is drizzling, the vast land, only the fight of either life or death remains …… It’s just that the Human Race doesn’t seem to be doing too well, and it came at a really good time.
……
“Fuck, what the fuck, A bull thirty-six positions, which clan, holy land, cave heaven is guarding? Quickly fucking broken!”
Wins man’s body silver-white armor, has become blood red, originally snow-white handsome face, now beard scruffy, full of frost, eyes covered with red silk, gentle and elegant appearance has long gone, pointing to the city in front of the large array of densely packed in one of the martial artists, cursing.
“I’ll go!”
Behind her, the rough-skinned Folding Feiyan wiped the blood from her face and went straight to the thirty-sixth position of the A bull.
That Winsome Man looked back at the dozens of human saints behind him, and then nodded to Cui Ying’er, “Empress Cui, the B Kui position is guarded by the Nine Divisions of the Sea’s White Sharp Tiny, Huang Da Gui, and Han Qi Niang, so I’m afraid it’s hard to support them, so go ahead and go!”
Cui Ying’er arched her hand and saluted, swiftly leaving.
The Winsome Man looked at the rest of the people again, North Underworld House Qing Xuan, Jiang Clan Jiang Yu Gui, Jiang Nu Ying, North Sea Chu Clan Chu You Yun, Hundred Dawns House’s Si Yu, and so on, although all of them were at the cultivation level of Human Saints, they were all heavily injured, and were only afraid that it would be difficult for them to hold up through the next attack of the alien Human Saints.
Sighing softly, he said, ”The Human Race only has nine thousand miles of surviving land and tens of millions of people left. Now that countless martial artists have died in battle, whether or not there will be any Human Race in the future of the East China Ming Domain all depends on the final nine cities and the Empress of the Imperial Capital’s Earth Emperor Technique… Everyone, are you afraid of death?”
That Si Yu laughed, “All of you are Saint realm martial artists who see through everything, why is Mr. Win so petty? You’d have to ask this to Si No Man who died on White Cloud Mountain, Qing Xiao who died in battle in Desolate Emperor Valley, and Xin Zhuo who has been isolating and defending the Southern Border for twenty years!”
The rest of the crowd, including Jiang Yukui, who had just been sainted by Jiang Wen’s removal of the “Primordial” poison, also showed a hint of death on their faces.
Twenty years!
Too many people have died, surrounded by fellow disciples, close friends are gone, tired and tired, only a strong obsession is supporting, perhaps the death of the battle is the final relief.
“That’s also true, but that Xin Zhuo guy must still be alive and well, that guy of his often creates miracles.”
The Winsome Man joked.
The group pulled the corners of their mouths, but there was no half-smile on their faces, Xin Zhuo was still alive?
How could he be alive after holding strong for nineteen years without a glimmer of hope or any supplies, hearing that a group of great saints of the foreign race had traveled to intercept him last year, with no place to return to in the sky or on the ground?
It is the Wins Man himself, there is no half smile in his eyes, he is a true saint, blood war for twenty years, absorbed the last countless resources of the human race, yes, the human race is almost gone, the resources of all the great holy caves, don’t want to give away, all the people in just twenty years the strength has soared, the Yuanji into the quasi saints are numerous, quasi saints are also forced to close the door in just a dozen years, soaring into the true saints. Pseudo-Saint.
He Wins Man five years ago, successfully entered the human saint middle realm, still a little short of breaking through the human saint after realm.
Only, there are too many foreign saints outside this city, he is not half sure to break out.
Even if Xin Zhuo was strong, how could he block the attack of several great saints of the foreign race?
“Can’t stop it!”
At this time, Si Yu suddenly pointed to the edge of a formation three miles away, where thirty alien human saints attacked fiercely, and the seven human saints protecting the formation of the human race instantly died three times, and the formation broke through a gap.
“Go!”
The Winsome Man waved his hand.
Twenty human saints, including Si Yu, Jiang Yukui, and Qing Xuan, swept away at speed.
However, the house broke, and at this moment, twenty-seven, ten, and three miles to the east, thirty-nine, twenty-one, and nine miles to the west, and a dozen other places broke.
“Go!”
The Winsome Man waved his hand once again, and behind him, the only remaining Jiang Nuying and the other twenty or so human saints flew in all directions.
The only person left in the original spot was Winsome Man alone, he gripped his longsword tightly, his cultivation at the middle human saint realm climbing to the extreme as he looked straight at the twenty most powerful human saints of the foreign races that pressed in front of him, twelve of which were at the rear human saint realm.
This is where the main formation is located, the strongest Human Saints of the foreign race are all here, only, it is impossible for him to leave behind too many people to guard this place, he would rather be alone to stand firm and learn from Xin Zhuo.
Therefore, looking at the opposite side of the twenty ferocious, hideous, and grim human saints of the foreign race, he let out a laugh and said, “The Three Dao Mountain Winning Clan Winns, guarding the formation today, you and others, come!”
Saying that, he leapt into mid-air, the Sword Dao Saint Ripple swept across the sky, and a vertical eye opened up in the center of his eyebrow, a purple heavenly fire enveloping half of the sky.
This is his strongest means of mud pill palace cultivation hundred years of “desolate sky sword pattern” and one of the heaven and earth foreign fire [purple violet sky fire].
Three or five human saint experts would never be his opponent.
Unfortunately, the opposite side is twenty!
He couldn’t learn from the guy who had been guarding the southern border for nineteen years.
(End of chapter)