Chapter 975 – Thoughts of the Nine Divisions Sea Grand Formation Saint Kings and Lord Xinhai

Chapter 975 – Thoughts of the Nine Divisions Sea Grand Formation Saint Kings and Lord Xin Hai

When the Ten Thousand Races went to war, the seven hundred thousand miles of heaven and earth were jointly defended by the four major formations – three thousand minor formations – and billions of clans in the Great Domain.

The Southern Nine Divisions Sea Grand Formation, with a total of seven hundred and twenty-one small formations under its command, every three days each of the small formations would send a message, and so far everything was going well, none of the small formations had been breached.

But these small array, there is an extremely special existence, is the “hundred tribes abyss” small array, this array is the human experts from the hands of foreign tribes in the year to snatch the place suitable for human survival, so deep into the foreign tribes territory of nearly 10,000 miles, facing the top ten foreign tribes, the situation of the dangerous, can be called the first of the three thousand small array.

It would be false to say that the ancestors of the Nine Division Sea Formation were not concerned.

However, the colorful patrol eagle that was sent out to keep an eye on these days was always inexplicably and subtly slapped to death and eaten by a dog, and according to reliable sources, it was the little yellow dog by Xin Zhuo’s side.

Today, finally a living colorful eagle returned and brought back news.

This matter was side-splitting.

How was Mixed Sage Xin Zhuo, who was known as the number one human saint, facing the most massive group of foreign races, now?
“Si Yu, speak.”

Hundreds of imposing old ancestors in the great hall looked straight at that woman, and the white-haired old man in the first position on his left hand was the first to ask.

This person exuded wisdom and understanding, and the aura he unintentionally dispersed was appalling, far surpassing the likes of Ye Clan’s Ye Feiying and Jiang Wen, and his identity was also very mysterious, being the second floor master of that strange existence, the Hundred Dawn Tower.

The woman who delivered the news bowed and saluted, and said with a straight face, “Xin Zhuo has gone to war with the foreigners today, and one person fought ten foreigner human saints ……”

The hall was instantly silent, as if the air had frozen, honestly, everyone knew that the “Hundred Races Abyss” was the most dangerous, but did not expect ten Human Saints to be deployed at once.

Jiang Wen and Ye Feiying glanced at each other and asked, “How did it end?”

The woman called Si Yu said in a slightly trembling tone, “Among these ten Human Saints, there are six Human Saints in the middle realm …….”

Inside the great hall, the atmosphere was a bit gloomy.

Cui Ying’er’s face changed as she frowned, “Has the formation broken? Where is Xin Zhuo?”

Old Ancestor Tian Gai of the Heavenly Pivot Sacred Dynasty, who was the second from the right in the arrangement of the Old Ancestors, waved his sleeves and was also slightly impatient, “Si Yu, a single sentence has allowed you to break it into three pieces, how exactly is it going?”

Si Yu took a deep breath, really this moment the mood is extremely unsettled, she is also a human saint, and is the cultivation of the arithmetic way of the Hundred Dawns House of people, really can not explain the “Hundred Races Abyss” matter of the absurdity, she is even a little suspicious of the colorful eagle’s eyes is not a problem, weighing for a moment, said, “Xin Zhuo! Firstly, he defeated two foreigners’ human saints in the middle realm within ten breaths, and then he fought against eight foreigners’ human saints with his spells, and his hands were all full of terrifying spells that could reach through the heavens and completely, calling out the wind and summoning the rain, turning over 300 miles of river water, and sealing up 300 miles of ice…….

The alien ten human saints could not defeat his spells and were forced to flee, leaving the alien race dead or injured by more than 100,000!”

Inside the great hall, it was quiet for the third time.

Previously, some people had also mentioned the matter of the “Hundred Races Abyss”, but when it came to this matter, they were all very secretive.

Whether Xin Zhuo is dead or alive, no one cares, the hidden secrets involved are too great.

They are even ready, once the “Hundred Races Abyss” small array is about to break, Xin Zhuo escaped or died, which human saints immediately topped up, such as the Nine Divisions of the sea Cui Ying’er and Han Qiniang and other eight human saints is to be transferred back to prepare for the top of the Hundred Races Abyss.

Now this matter ……

This kid is really so demonic to the sky?

A group of old ancestors were great saints and saint kings with astonishment, doubt and hesitation on their faces.

Ye Feiying and Jiang Wen took a deep breath, their faces strange.

If one were to ask to throw away the consequences brought about by the fact that the right and wrong that Xin Zhuo’s benefactor, the Medical Emperor, had already spread out, what did they themselves think of this son of Xin Zhuo? Unluckily, here are all the great holy land cave ancestor, whose family does not have a few beloved disciples died in the hands of Xin Zhuo, really mention him, everyone is not immortal Buddha, how can a laugh to end enmity?

Just coincided with the great war, Xin Zhuo is killing for the human race, no one deliberately mentioned just.

Now ……

Yu Heng holy land holy lord, holy king level expert Murong Jingfeng stroked his beard and laughed: “It’s a good kid, did not dishonor the mixed saint, ten thousand years in the second law and martial arts dual cultivation of the name, but this matter, still can not be taken lightly, prepare to take over the human saints, ready to go at all times.”

Cui Ying’er couldn’t help but ask, “Why? There’s still danger in a battle of his caliber?” Shaking Light Saint King’s old ancestor Li Shenqi, dressed in black, youth-like, at this moment blandly said, “The ten human saints of the foreign races are not fools, Xin Zhuo did not really kill them, no one dares to guarantee that there are no stronger human saints in the Hundred Races Abyss, and let’s not forget that there are at least ten million races in the ten races, the martial artists under Xin Zhuo’s command can’t stand up to it, and once they die or get too injured, the small formation is in danger! ”

Han Qiniang couldn’t help but say, “Then why can’t we let us go help Xin Zhuo now and send some more martial arts experts to protect the formation.”

“How dare you!” The old man in front of him was slightly chubby, with a reddish face and a brash aura, but at this moment, he rebuked in a cold voice.

Shaking Light Saint King Li Shenqi shook his head, pointing high into the sky, “The top experts of the southern foreign races, I’m afraid that the ones coming in the next few days won’t be projections, there are no martial arts experts in the world to be dispatched, and at that time, perhaps even you and the others won’t be able to spare the time, so let Xin Zhuo begrudgingly do what he needs to do.”

Han Qiniang and Cui Ying’er glanced at each other and stopped talking.

Inside the great hall, they quickly changed the topic and chatted about defense, dispersing after half an hour.

Han Qiniang and Cui Ying’er followed the slightly fat old man out of the palace, and Cui Ying’er carefully asked, “Sea Lord ……”

The slightly chubby old man ignored it and instead looked at Jiang Wen, who was rubbing his side: “Your son, are you really not worried?”

Jiang Wen paused for a moment, his face sad: “Sea Lord Xin, father and son are connected, how can I not be concerned? It’s just that this son is killing for the human race, what can I do? Couldn’t I make an exception for him and bring him around to protect him?”

He said with a hesitant face and left.

Lord Xin Hai looked at his back silently for a long time before saying, “The world says that the Jiang Clan of the Martial Immortal family on the mountain is mean and unforgiving, but today I have seen it.”

“Sea Lord be careful with your words!” Cui Ying’er reminded in a small voice.

Sea Lord Xin laughed, “Don’t worry, the mountain is sealed off, those horrible old men and the foreign ancestors can’t see here until they are separated.”

The three of them walked down the steps, looked at the sky, and then went straight to a high-altitude garden with a beautiful view, where they could look in the direction of the “Hundred Races Abyss”.

Han Qiniang cautiously asked, “Is what Holy Lord Yu Heng said true?”

He was referring to Xin Zhuo’s situation, which was still unsafe.

“Really!”

Lord Xin Hai said, “These old guys, the only one who doesn’t have any special thoughts about Xin Zhuo is perhaps Murong Jingfeng, very few Jade Balance disciples have died in Xin Zhuo’s hands, and his son Murong Huo mirrored the water and moon back then and also followed Xin Zhuo for a period of time, the two of them have a friendship!”

Cui Ying’er said, “That really doesn’t matter? Xin Zhuo was your grandson back then in Voltron Mountain, he has now given up his Jiang surname and has always followed your surname.”

A hint of reluctance and helplessness appeared on Lord Xin Hai’s face as he pointed high into the sky, “See this foreign race barren ship? This is the Great Desolate Projection Technique of the Divine Martial Race and the Witch Race, breaking the barrier of the seven hundred small formations and coming to consume the aura of my Nine Divisions Sea Formation.

Once it has no effect for a long time, I’m afraid that there will be Saint King level experts that will cross over and risk being restrained by the formation to break this formation!
Xin Zhuo there broken, there is still save, here if broken, this southern frontier 700 small array not attacked from the break, hundreds of millions of people and martial artists die!
Weighing the pros and cons, I have no choice!

Moreover, Xin Zhuo’s danger is not lifted, but it’s even greater. Now you’re not allowed to go there, you may not be able to go then, and once he’s injured, there’s no one to replace him.

Taking a step back, even if you can go and save him, the ten or even more human saints of that foreign race would have already surrounded and killed him!”

“Then just stand by and watch?” Cui Ying’er asked.

Han Qiniang also said urgently, “This can’t be done!”

Lord Xin Hai suddenly had a dark and gloomy face, his voice lowered, “I’m not afraid to tell you frankly, in fact, throwing a few small formations won’t hurt, it can even reduce the pressure, your real role is to put out the fires, not to go on top of the Hundred Clans Abyss, this is the old guys’ scheme.

The Hundred Clans Abyss was originally abandoned, the rear has already begun to rebuild new formations, linking the big formations here, you will understand.

There is nothing the old man can do, Xin Zhuo will die! Unless, he is able to rapidly increase his cultivation during this period of time, how else can he hold up against the ten foreign tribes that are as vast as the sea, those one hundred thousand martial artists holding up or him alone?”

Cui Ying’er and Han Qiniang turned pale.

(End of chapter)