Chapter 976 – The Distance Between Breaking Through the Human Saint Middle Realm
Chapter 976 – The Distance of Breaking through the Human Saint Middle Realm
Nightfall.
Deep within the dimly lit Hundred Clans Abyss, within a stone canyon that stretched for a hundred miles, the ten people of the Barbarian Clan Custodian and Star Moon Clan Ulan were sitting in a seated position.
Sapient Fish and Hutu’s injuries had gotten a bit better after taking the clan’s holy medicine, but their faces were still a bit pale and their bodies were soft and numb.
The ten people were all gloomy with a bit of dishevelment in their faces.
“Gong, did we win the fight?”
A young barbarian male, under the employment of a slave, quietly came up from the distance.
“Scram!” The lodger raged.
That young male took a few steps backward, “You’re mean to me? Sooner or later I’m going to defeat you!”
Taking the slaves with him, he scurried away.
Only then did Cebu look at the remaining nine, the tattoos on his body dazzling and radiant, which only appeared when he was angry, and said, “Reason it out!”
Cracking his fingers, “This person can cross the border and defeat any of us; this person’s natural divine power is as powerful as the Divine Martial Clan’s; this person’s holy tattoos are as powerful as the Sorcerer Clan’s; this person’s martial arts aptitude is more powerful than all of us; this person can do spells, which are more powerful than all of us; this person possesses Heaven and Earth Divine Water, that kind of divine artifacts that the human experts have snatched away from our clans; this person… …”
“Don’t say anymore!” Ulan waved her hand, “I’ll go home if you say more, I don’t want to fight anymore!”
The lodger’s eyes rounded as he rebuked, “Cowardly woman!”
Wulan smiled bitterly, “I finally understand why the big shots of the human race sent him, he is a demon this person, I’m only afraid that in the human race he is a genius that is very much favored by the Martial Immortals, everyone is after him, and all the good things are given to him!”
Tallow Fish said, “Why don’t we turn this person and send you to marry him!”
“Bullshit!” Wulan was furious, “The Human Race has been oppressing my Star Moon Race for 100,000 years, and the Holy Lord of the Star Moon Race was killed by them, I’d rather die if I don’t get this revenge!”
Wulan’s eyes flickered for a moment and said, “Go invite Linglong of the Snowwing Clan, Lin Xiutian of the Green Forest Clan, and Cebu Star of the Barbarian Clan, this time the thirteen human saints of the ten clans struck down the Hundred Clans Abyss, it was an order from the old ancestors, the three of them are geniuses who have drank Heavenly God’s blood, so what the f*ck are they still lurking in cultivation for.”
“No need!”
Sutra looked to the north, “We haven’t lost yet, we just made a mistake, we only wanted to kill this guy but didn’t think about breaking the formation, the Human Race picked off the Hundred Races, there weren’t enough men, they didn’t have reinforcements. Our ten clans have 60 million clansmen, we just charge the formation, none of the 100,000 martial artists under his command will survive, as long as we break the formation, it won’t be hard to kill him!
And if he dares to come out of the formation, we’ll kill him and see how he does!”
……
Inside the “Hundred Clans Abyss” small formation, densely packed martial artists with mournful faces were carrying the corpses of their fellow disciples, giving a barely decent afterlife.
Not far away within two hours, a large row of simple sheds were built, and at the moment, in the biggest one in the center, the Flying Sword Ancestor and other eight Paramount Saints and Xin Zhuo were sitting in a coiled position.
Lu Zhiruo four people and Xiao Huang stood on the side to serve.
“In today’s battle, the saints have made a great display of power, congratulations!” The great monk Quasi-Saint of Bodhi Temple, his palms together, was full of flattery.
Xin Zhuo glanced at him, “Speak human!”
The Great Monk smiled bitterly, “Well, back to the Sage, today, we died 8,000 people in battle and injured 12,000 ……”
The faces of the group of Flying Sword Ancestor and Spirit Blade Ancestor were unusually ugly, they all knew what this meant.
This kind of casualty ratio was truly terrifying, and it was still on the premise that the saints had fought ten against one and driven them away, if they were caught up in a continuous bloody battle, how could they hold up?
As long as ten days came down, they would be fucking dead.
The Flying Sword Ancestor hesitated for a moment, “Perhaps there’s no need to be so pessimistic, most of today’s deaths were low-ranked disciples, the rest are all elite disciples above the Earth Immortal level, so perhaps it will be better in the future.”
Old Ancestor Xuan Ce sighed softly, “The ten great foreign clans have at least tens of millions of clansmen, all beast-like foreign cultivators!”
That Spirit Sword Old Ancestor carefully asked Xin Zhuo, “Can the Sage slaughter all ten of those alien human saints? It would be much better if the group of dragons had no leader.”
The crowd looked at each other, although this matter sounded outrageous, the saint’s great power today gave them a great deal of confidence.
Xin Zhuo calmly said, “Can’t!”
Those who could reach the saint realm, no matter what clan, even if it was a pile of poop, could not be naive goods, who could run if they couldn’t beat them, or a group of ten people could beat themselves up. He had the certainty of defeating a few of them, if he wanted to kill them all, just kidding.
The crowd was silent.
Xin Zhuo added, “Tomorrow, pull out those killing weapons of mine, and the spirit beasts as well, and try again.”
With that, he brought Little Yellow with him in a flash and disappeared in place.
When he reappeared, he had already arrived at Lin Vengeance City, the city was lit up with ten thousand lights, but it was full of pessimism and depression, today’s great battle in the south was clearly felt here.
Mundane people, for the foreign races, weak like a flock of lambs, they have no bottom.
Xin Zhuo silently looked at the meeting, then a flash, has arrived in the small array space.
When the formation was opened, the shadowy aura and ghostly fire became even more dense, as if it was a ghost on earth.
He walked to the bagua platform in the center and sat down to calm down a little.
To be honest, I don’t know what way those foreign races will attack tomorrow instead, and how long the martial artists under his command will be able to hold out.
The essence of this small array is that he, the guardian saint, controls the main array, and the martial artists under his command will support the array stakes, and if the martial artists under his command are lost in another day’s fight, and there are no reinforcements to come, then this small array can only rely on him to hold on alone, and he has to waste a large portion of his true qi to support the array, and he may not necessarily be able to support it well.
The cultivation plan was a bit taken for granted!
Nope! It also depends on how much true qi can be seized today, how the progress of cultivation is, if it is raised to the Human Saint middle realm in a short period of time, everything is greatly promising.
At that moment, summoning the Moonwatch Well, there was a change in the surface of the well –
[…… Note: Sacrificial Spirit Fitting three hundred ten thousand years ago martial artists, can seize!
It means that today, after killing 100,000 foreigners and fitting three hundred ancient martial artists, one can absorb their cultivation and true qi.
Xin Zhuo was in a somewhat excited mood, reached out and seized!
“Whoosh–“
Within the withered bones that were like a sea of abysses in all directions, suddenly three hundred of them were forcefully seized with a large amount of residual pure true qi before losing their luster and hardness in the blink of an eye.
These true qi quickly entered his body.
Xin Zhuo immediately operated his mind, receiving it little by little, introducing it into the sea of dan, leading to all the limbs and bones, and then converting it into his own true qi, surging into the five holy gates, maturing little by little.
After half an hour, he opened his eyes, with some disappointment and realization in his eyes.
The residual true qi of three hundred ten thousand year old martial artists was, after all, residual, and could provide too little of it.
He estimated that he would need roughly thirty times this amount before he could break through to the Human Saint Middle Realm.
In other words, one would still need to kill two million nine hundred thousand foreigners? Or kill some foreign races of a higher realm?
How long would that take? Will the martial artists under your command still be able to withstand it?
What he didn’t know was how difficult it was to cultivate the Saint realm, normal human saints from the Beginning realm to the Middle realm, and outstanding True Saints, it would take a hundred years or more, and there were even people who wasted their entire lives in this realm and couldn’t go any further.
The higher the cultivation, the more difficult to cultivate, is not empty words, if not, the world is not everywhere masters? Which great saint did not live for more than five hundred years?
Letting people know that it is still possible to cultivate in this way, must be crazy.
……
At dawn, the horn of the foreigners blew again.
The human martial artists were already experienced, and led by the Flying Sword Ancestor and the others, they beat their drums and waited.
However, a few moments later, all the martial artists were dumbstruck-
(End of chapter)