The Strongest Tribe

At the junction of the middle, northern, and northwestern territories, the ancient mountains and rivers are filled with a strong wild atmosphere, even if the figure stands tall in the sky, this strong breath can still be clearly felt.

"It's so rich and wild, it's not much more than the wild and ancient land."

Xia Tuo looked down at the vast mountains and rivers below and spoke.

"This is a land that has been reclaimed, and there are few areas that still retain a wild scene."

Xun Fenghou then said aloud, speaking of this wild land, he has some understanding.

"Our frontier land is the last place where the human civilization inheritance appeared in the Nine Wilderness Territories. It was developed a long time later. Naturally, it left traces from the ancient Yankang era compared with other regions.

It is rumored that in the Yankang era, the aura of the heavens and the earth on the wild land is a hundred times stronger than it is today, and the spiritual cultivation is much easier than it is now. The wild aura is also of great benefit to the spiritual cultivation.

Rumor has it that a great array of sky-reaching sky has been laid here to lock the wild air from flowing out, so that this land can still preserve a trace of wild ancient charm. "

Hearing that, Xia Tuo nodded slightly. If it weren't for the existence of too many miasma in the wild and ancient land of the West, it was indeed a sacred place for spiritual practice. Unfortunately, it can only be used to cultivate elixir and is not suitable for large-scale immigration.

"Go, let's go to Qingteng Ancient City first."

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On the ancient mountains and rivers, among the mountains and valleys, there are huge undulating trees like mountains, and countless giant trees have grown for tens of thousands of years.

Many thick giant trees have withered long ago, and the roots of the squiggly tree are rooted in the mountains like earth dragons, and the new trees grow from the withered roots and stand tall.

Among the countless giant trees, there are rows of green vines winding, some vines are as thick as a mountain, and the surface is covered with ancient folds like an old dragon.

Walking on this land, you can clearly feel the vitality from the trees and vines, as if you have breath, the branches and leaves are shaking, and the vines tremble, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

You can see some withered giant trees and giant vines, wooden houses and wooden halls built by someone, there are figures walking between the forests, and the noise is spreading in the forest.

This is the ancient city of Qingteng. The ancient city is this ancient mountain forest. There are no walls and no tribes. Some of them are warriors from all directions.

The old gourd walked at the back, but he was very interested in the surrounding scenes. The big gourd he had always carried on his back now fell into the palm of his hand, overflowing with a touch of vitality.

In the early days, Xia Tuo discovered that Lao Hulu was a treasure with an extraordinary origin.

"The vines of Qingteng Ancient City were actually derived from a vine, and this vine has not withered since the last era."

At this time, Xun Fenghou pointed at the vines that looked like thousands of green pythons and said aloud.

It caused Xia Tuo to show a touch of surprise, and he carefully looked at the vines. After tens of thousands of years, it did not wither. It was indeed a strange thing. He quickly figured out the reason.

This vine has been alive for a long time, but it is a pity that it is almost fortune, and the feet are too shallow, just like the blood of a beast, with noble blood, natural strength will continue to promote.

The vine lacks a trace of noble blood, which makes it a vine even after a long life. Unless there is a great opportunity to change its fate against the sky and truly surpass this pair of skins, even if it is tens of thousands of years later, it is still a vine. In this way, living ignorantly.

Soon, a clear river appeared in the forest. The water was clear and gathered towards the center of the old forest. There was a big boat down the river.

Xia Tuo and several people set foot on a three-foot boat on a simple wooden pier, and headed toward the depths along the river. The boat was an old man with white beard and spirit, and his strength was not strong. However, the Sky Vein Realm was supporting a green boat pole.

"How many adults are here to participate in the festival?"

As a ferry on the river, the old man is very talkative. In addition, Xia Tuo and the others have no breath, and he has no bad thoughts, so he naturally seems a lot indifferent.

"Spirit Festival?"

The fat brother said with a smile: "Lao Zhang, we just came, you can talk about the Festival of the Spirits."

"The Spirit Festival is the annual sacrifice day in Qingteng City. It is a small sacrifice every year, a sacrifice every ten years, a big sacrifice in a hundred years, and a three hundred and sixty years of sealing sacrifices and a thousand two hundred and 96 years of spiritual sacrifices. Ordinary people can catch up with the Great Sacrifice of the Hundred Years.

This time is a festival once every ten years. There will be women of the Holy Spirit appearing to preside over the sacrifice and offering sacrifices to the Lingvine. It is the Lingvine that guards the landscape and gives everyone a place to live and multiply. "

The old man of the punting is a heartfelt reverence, and he has admiration for Lingvine. Xia Tuo sees it really, but it’s no wonder that after entering the ancient city of Qingteng, he also felt the tranquility and peace in this mountain and field. People have a feeling of washing the soul.

Then he looked at Xun Fenghou.

"The ancient city of Qingteng has a family of spirit protectors, which are passed on from generation to generation. They never step out of the boundaries of the ancient city or participate in outside affairs. This family is very mysterious to outsiders."

The transmission of Xun Fenghou's voice resounded in the ears of the three of Xia Tuo.

"The demon race was so tyrannical back then. Anyone who broke into the boundary of the ancient city died for no reason. Those demon races who dared to destroy every plant and tree here rotted and died, and their flesh and blood became the nutrients of the vegetation.

Rumor has it that the blood of this race has surpassed the blood of the human race. It seems that something has changed. The outside world calls them the spirit race, and there are few spirit warriors outside the ancient city. "

The big boat went down the river, and soon there appeared a large green lake, ripples in the lake, and fish jumping in the water. There were many boats passing by, and many warriors who looked very hideous were honest here. Like a cat.

He saw a flat boat on the lake, which was woven with ivy, and there were young shoots growing on it. The hull was hollowed out, but it was soaked in water without leaking. The flat boat was only half a foot long, and a rattan basket had a beautiful shadow.

The young girl in a cyan gauze dress has a bright white head and a light gauze brushing her face. There is a star-like sapphire embellishment on the center of her eyebrows, and her jade hands are slender.

Spirit tribe people.

On the vast lake, these spirit girls did not clash with the human warriors who were going around, and many human warriors could be seen, leaning toward them, across the void.

Similarly, at this moment, the old man on the boat also got up and slightly nodded towards the spiritual girl not far away. The girl from a distance blinked her beautiful eyes, bowed down and bowed, and then drove the boat away with ripples.

This kind of scene is very harmonious, and it makes people feel that this is not in the wild land at all.

Xia Tuo retracted his gaze from the girl who was going away, patted the fat man, and told him to put away the halazi.

"Hey, I didn't expect such a pure person."

The fat brother glared at Xia Tuo, is he such a wretched person.

"Lord Lingmai tries his best to help us outsiders, otherwise the old man won't stay."

The old man on the boat is grateful from the heart, which makes Xia Tuo nod slightly. It seems that there is a problem. He seems to be thinking badly. The giant tree boss chose to be in the Qingteng Ancient City Union. Is it true that he didn't even think about it. ?

"Lao Zhang, we need to find a place to stay temporarily."

"Four adults, all wooden houses with no one in the forest can live in. Outsiders will not go in after seeing someone in the house."

Soon, the four of them got off the boat on the lakeshore, Xia Tuo took out a spirit crystal and gave it to the old man on the boat. After he was thankful, he left.

Several people are going to find a wooden house to settle down temporarily, and take a look at the ancient city of Qingteng, anyway, it is still too early to meet the alliance.

"Look."

At this time, the fat brother said, pointing to the direction where the old man of the boat was leaving, and everyone looked up.

After the old Zhang propped the boat to a hundred feet away from the shore, he placed the pole in his hand, lay on the bow, and slowly sank the spirit crystal he had just obtained into the water.

A piece of spirit crystal, for the martial artist of the Celestial Vein Realm, has a great effect, but Lao Zhang did not give up the slightest bit of reluctance, and sank it underwater.

This made Xia Tuo surprised.

"Let's go, let's take a closer look."

Xia Tuo retracted his gaze and walked towards the distance. The old man's behavior was like a believer in the previous life, but he was a little uncertain.

After all, Lao Zhang's mental fluctuations can't deceive people. He didn't notice the frenetic fluctuations, but Lao Zhang didn't reach that kind of desperate situation, and even the heavens could not do it.

A few people found a wooden temple in the forest. Some people flowed through it. It was a food trap. There were several spirit men taking care of it. The food trap did not appear to be noisy.

In the wide gap, there are partitions woven by vines, which separate the space one by one. The shadows of each other are dim. Several people choose a place to sit, and then some spirit tribe warriors bring up the spirit spring and medicated food, filled with a lightness. Fragrance.

"This is the famous ancient spring of Qingteng in the ancient city of Qingteng. It is rumored to be the origin of Qingteng from deep in the earth."

Xia Tuo picked up the wooden cup, and immediately felt a faint vitality floating in the spring water, a very thin vitality rhyme permeated.

"Elder Xun, do you think there will be any small actions by the giant wood uncle here?"

After tasting a sip of the ancient spring~www.novelmtl.com~ Xia Tuo transmitted the sound to Xun Fenghou, where even the monsters did not dare to huohuo, he also felt that he was a little fussed, but the habit of heart has long been developed Up.

After pondering for a moment, Xun Fenghou didn't dare to be sure, and said aloud: "The spirit races in Qingteng Ancient City are very mysterious. I heard Master once said that they are not troublesome but not afraid of troubles, and they are very powerful.

The Yaozu swept across the border and deserted north and south back then, and the limelight was nothing for a while. They all smashed into the sand outside the ancient city, which is enough to show the strength of the spirit race. "

Having said that, Xun Fenghou's voice turned and looked at Xia Tuo.

"Patriarch, is there such a possibility that the Giant Mu Bo's tribe will be selected here in an alliance to prevent us from playing tricks."

"Uh~~~."

Hearing this, Xia Tuo didn't react for a while, and Gu Quan almost choked on his lips.

This~it seems~probably~estimated~is it possible...Is it really used to it?