The Strongest Tribe

The crimson aura fell down, overflowing with divine brilliance, and sank into the world of witchcraft at the center of the eyebrows of the lacking moon old witch sacrifice, like a river of purple qi pouring into it.

The gurgling divine brilliance was like running water, covering the old missing moon. At this moment, the old witch sacrifice body exudes an aura of returning to innocence, but the oldness has an indescribable vitality.

The lack of moon old witch sacrifice mind is silent, his witchcraft world is filled with desolation, this is the trace of time, if the warrior suppresses his strength and does not step into the realm of open sky, the small world will gradually wither.

He has lived for thousands of years, comparable to some short-lived Heavenly Kings, but without entering the king's realm and proving the immortal king's soul, he will not be able to really slow down the erosion of time on himself.

The reason why he was able to live so long was because what he had comprehended was the law of time, and it was precisely because of this that he could live so long.

But this situation is not omnipotent. Now his law can no longer delay the traces of the years on his body, his own insight has reached its limit, and he wants to be promoted again unless he breaks the original shackles.

The blood is withered and the world is withered. He can only use the power of sentient beings to baptize the small world again. This is his only chance.

Qi Luck Zi Qi submerged in the small world, mysterious and unparalleled, like nectar nourishing the small world full of cracks, making a buzzing sound.

"Ok."

In the dark, the old witch Ji Yuanshen trembled. He noticed something wrong. The purple air that descended from the sky did not have the magnificence of a domain. Although it could also nourish his small world, it was indeed not a domain. Luck.

In an instant, he understood that the Daxia clan master did not control the gas fortune of the border and wasteland at all, but he could mobilize most of the fortune of the border and wasteland.

What he needed was luck and purple energy, and the Daxia Clan Master gave it.

Seemingly different results are the same.

His last chance is right in front of him, how can he choose?

That's it!

Soon, the mind of the old witch sacrifice completely fell silent, accepting the purple vitality that was hanging down from the sky, and began to nourish the dried up little world.

...

The slight strangeness of the old witch sacrifice was caught by Xia Tuo. When he saw that the old witch sacrifice fell silent again, he withdrew his eyes. If he didn't tell the secret or the old witch sacrifice, the people watching the battle would not know it.

As for whether the old witch priest would say that he took the short of his hand and the short of his mouth, and just noticed that there was no sound in the air luck, this matter would be completely swallowed.

Right now, although the owner of the Yinglu clan was thrown into the Luwu God Prison by him, the Yinglu clan has inherited you in the Southern Borderland for so many years and is deeply rooted. It takes a long period of time for Daxia to completely integrate the wilderness. time.

But Daxia wants to truly integrate and integrate the fate of the border, the safe way is to let the people return to their hearts, just like what they have done in the clan domain these years, this is the way to fundamentally control the fate of the clan.

Da Yin and Da Cang King Court, their method of controlling clan luck is because there is a mysterious bird totem master, and the totem master controls the totem spirits of the various tribes under their command.

Bianhuang now has two great totem spirits, one is Wuwu and the other is the totem of the Yingzu clan. In the future, there will only be one real totem left by Bianhuang.

Only relying on Wuwu to suppress air luck is the right way to make changes on the basis. The people return to their hearts, even if the king of heaven comes, the air luck belongs to Daxia.

The difference between kingly way and humanity, for Xia Tuo, what kind of kingly way is domineering, stability is everything.

At this moment, there is naturally a reason for showing the means that can mobilize luck.

"Everyone, I didn't expect the Yingzou clan and his party to be killed." Xia Tuo sighed, then changed his voice, said: "Everyone came to watch the battle for hundreds of millions of miles, and the five-year training time was delayed. Xia is grateful to all of you. The battle contract is about to end, and you still have to bear a testimony."

"Brother Xia, what does this mean?"

Wu Lin Jiao looked at Xia Tuo, with thoughts deep in his pupils. He felt a familiar breath from Xia Tuo, but this breath was beyond words.

"Previously, the contract between our clan and Yingzou, and now the Yingzou clan is dying in the waters of the dead body. This war agreement is naturally my Daxia victory. You are the witnesses and defenders of the battle contract, and you still need to come to Yingzou. The clan makes a trip to ensure that the final agreement of the Zhan Ge Contract is reached."

Xia Tuo's words, Zhunwang Tianyang, Jingnan Hou, and even the Wulin Jiao could understand. This is to let him be a wicked person and suppress the Bangtao tribe with a general trend.

The five-year agreement is still one year away. Originally, everyone still needs to wait, but Xia Tuo directly controls the Qi Yun. Those who can control the Qi Yun must be the most beloved of Qi Yun in a region.

Xia Tuo can control luck, what does this mean?

The last gleam of hope for the Yingzou clan is gone.

The royal messenger behind the Yingzu clan was just slapped into the world of the cave by Xia Tuo, this is for them to make a choice.

Of course, the royal clan of Tianzhu is strong, but the forces behind them are not afraid of Tianzhu at all.

Xia Tuo looked at the three figures on the witch ship, and waited quietly. They came here this time, the quasi-king of Tianyang under the court of the Great Yin King, the king of Jingnan under the court of the Great Cang King, and the walking envoy of the true dragon cave. Famine, but all came on behalf of the respective forces behind it.

Once these people descended on the Yingchu clan land with him, the significance would be quite different, and the frontier desert Daxia would be recognized.

Several observers also understood what he understood.

It's such a thing, and it's very clear before you. One is the thriving Daxia, and the other is the Pangzu tribe who is destined to be suppressed. How do you choose?

What's more, Da Xia has already controlled the fate of the border shortage. Without them, Da Xia can calm the border shortage, and by then there will be no chance of icing on the cake.

"As a witness of the totem war battle contract, it is natural to maintain the war battle contract to the end." Wu Lin Jiao said. For him, Da Xia's imminent control of the border shortage has become an established thing, and he naturally stands on Da Xia's side. , On the contrary, if the 梼杌 clan wins, he will choose 梼杌.

The 梼杌 clan can only blame bad luck.

No way.

King Tianyang did not speak, and King Xing did not give instructions when this happened.

Jingnan Hou also didn't speak, he just watched the excitement, and then reported what he had seen and heard to the King of Great Cangren.

How to turn around and fall on them.

What’s the matter of Youlong Divine Bone has long been forgotten. How can such a divine object as Youlong Divine Bone be so easy to obtain? In the original battle contract, no one really took the Youlong Divine Bone as the final condition. .

In terms of the number of people walking out of the perishable sea area, Daxia is already seven, including the Daxia clan leader, and zero for the Yinglu clan.

The most important problem is that Da Xia has already begun to control the fate of the border and wasteland. The Yinglu people are not blessed by the fate of a region, and the future development of the ethnic group can be imagined.

It's over.

"Since I'm here, let's go with the Xia clan leader." Jingnan Hou smiled bitterly, this time he was planted, and Da Xia was pulled into a car. He glanced at the Wulin Jiao.

Could this man be Da Xia La's support?

Why did you sing and make peace with the Daxia clan master, right? I didn't see people calculating you.

Zhunwang Tianyang didn't speak, but smiled and looked at the Old Witch Sacrifice who was still absorbing purple energy.

Seeing Tianyang's expression, Xia Tuo didn't say much, and turned to look at the tribe.

There were eleven people in a group, seven strong people from the realm of land, and four others came back besides him.

The aura on Jian Yi lost its sharp edge and became a lot more rounded, but he could feel the sharp sword aura in his body. The aura was stronger than before, and it was obviously a lot of good fortune.

The aura on the remaining Ten Thousand Sky Qiong and Shi Yu also fluctuated a bit, and it seemed that they had also gained some good luck.

The rest is the old man from the stone tomb, his aura is a bit miserable, but a trace of new vitality bursts out of the old blood, as if to break the original shackles and promote to the third step.

Of the four disciples of the supernatural power realm academy, only two returned, Si Ling and Qiu Shan, all of them were promoted to the realm of creation.

Xia Tuo feels distressed because of the loss of the two conquered scattered cultivation grounds. The two Xuegong disciples have not returned. This loss makes Xia Tuo a little distressed. He is distressed by the two Xuegong disciples. As for Guangyao and Mu Han, Daxia is still true now. There is no shortage of strong people, let alone two casual cultivators.

"Sky Qiong, you sit here and continue to wait to see if there will be people coming back."

"Yes, patriarch."

"The rest of the people follow me to Yingtiaocheng."

After the order was over, Xia Tuo also took a seat, waiting for the precipitation of the Laowujie Laowujie, which lasted for three days and three nights, and finally recovered.

"Old predecessors, I want to go to the Zangzu clan and urge the Zangzu clan to obey the contract, and I want the old predecessors to condescend to come to the Zangzu clan."

Seeing the old witch festival waking up, Xia Tuo spoke.

Xiaoyue Old Witch Ji looked at Xia Tuo, his turbid eyes flashed a little, and said, "As it is."

Seeing that the Old Witch Festival of Missing Moon said so, Zhunwang Tianyang didn't say much, and then the group embarked on the boat of the Old Witch Festival of Missing Moon and headed north across the mountains.

As for the five-year agreement, what is the five-year agreement?

Seven to zero, Daxia won.

...

The witch boat traveled north, traversing mountains and plains, and the wild aura permeated the world. After crossing the wild border, many tribal relics, city walls, villages, and abandoned villages can be vaguely seen on the earth.

All the tribes are still relying on the habit of hunting to make ends meet.

The speed of the witch ship was not full, but within a short period of time, a vast wasteland appeared in the southern part of the border.

In the middle of the wasteland is a majestic giant city that stretches for thousands of miles, the wall is majestic, and red flames can be seen in the city.

This is the clan city of the Yinglu tribe. It took tens of thousands of years for the Yinglu tribe to build a city as a residence, rule a large area in the south, and command the seven uncles.

What is called making a fortune in silence, this is a model.

Dominate the deserted southern part of the border, without showing mountains or dew, the real benefits are in your hands.

"It's a strong flame."

Above the witch ship, Zhunwang Tianyang squinted his eyes and looked at the huge city on the wasteland with a touch of surprise in his eyes.

Borderland is a remote place in the eyes of the warriors of all regions, let alone the south of the borderland. I didn't expect that there would be such a tribe in the south of the wilderness, separated by the land occupied by the monster race.

The city of Daxia is big, but it lacks a kind of precipitation over time.

Xia Tuo, who came to the city for the first time, also had a touch of surprise in his eyes. This thing is not jealous. It took tens of thousands of years to settle the foundation. Although the Daxia curve has overtaken, the problem is how to overtake and time. The precipitated breath cannot be superb.

However, this is nothing. Give him time, he can kill anyone.

From the heart, Xia is not counseled.

The witch ship rolled over without covering it, naturally drew the attention of Yinglu City, a fiery red figure appeared on the top of the city, and after seeing the witch ship clearly, she was shocked.

Bad comer!

"Point Zhu Rong Shenhuo."

what!

On the city wall, the shackled soldiers wearing fire-red leather armor were suddenly shocked.

Zhu Rongshen fire cannot be lit when the ethnic group is in danger.

"Great Elder."

Zhu Rongjiang's expression was stagnant, he saw Xia Tuo, the man who severely injured him in the Dry Mountain.

Of course, it is not the time to pay attention to this issue. The Daxia clan leader who participated in the battle contract returns, and the clan leader is nowhere to be seen.

This problem is big.

Rumble!

In the blink of an eye, thunder sounded in the city, and in the middle of the city, a flaming sky fire ignited. It was red and dyed the sky, causing the stable city to suddenly become chaotic.

"I wish Rong Shenhuo, life and death."

"What happened, who ignited Zhu Rong's sacred fire."

...

"Zhangzu tribe and Daxia clan are defeated in the battle contract, and the Zhuangzu tribe will not open the door to surrender!"

At this moment, the booming thunder sound spread all over the world, inside and outside the city of Yinglu.

what!

The tribe is defeated!

This is impossible!

For a while, the city was completely chaotic.

The voice was called by Si Ling under Xia Tuo's instruction, and several witnesses were here, so don't disgust them with this little thing.

Anyway, the Yingzu tribe is the meat in Daxia's mouth. Whether these witnesses are reluctant, they will spread out after today. They and Daxia are standing together.

"Xia Tuo, where is the lord of my clan?"

Above the city, Zhu Rongjiang's eyes flickered with flames and anger.

"The owner of the Yinglu clan is deeply trapped in the sea. This time I won the battle contract in Daxia. All the witnesses who have left a mark on the contract can testify."

After Xia Tuo finished speaking, he looked at the powerful men aside.

"The deity testified that the Great Xia clan won the battle contract~www.novelmtl.com~ the Yinglu clan and his party did not come out of the dead body sea area."

In an instant, a terrifying dragon power swept out, as if a purple-gold divine dragon appeared in the void, and its majesty suppressed the atmosphere of the world.

Wu Lin Jiao stepped out and stepped on a high place, overlooking the mouth of the city. His voice was thunderous, and accompanied by a bit of majesty, it swept the entire city in an instant.

"The deity Tianyang, a quasi-king state warrior under the throne of the Great Yin King, the witness of this battle contract, the Daxia tribe wins, and the Yinglu tribe should submit."

"The quasi-royal warrior in the court of Dacang King of Benhou is also a witness to this battle contract. This time the Daxia tribe won, and the Yinglu tribe can do it for themselves."

"Hehe, the old man is missing the moon, the host of this battle contract, the winner is Daxia."

With the thunderous words resounding through the world, the city fell into a deadly silence.

vertex

　　 Please remember the domain name of the book’s first publication:. 4Fiction Net mobile version reading URL: