The Strongest Tribe

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　　 The dark clouds pressed the realm, and for a while, Xia Tuo sensed his own mental thoughts, and was a little sluggish in the world of purple energy.

　　 Although he hadn't realized the transparency of his family luck, he also understood that there must be storms and rains when dark clouds cover the sun. This is not a good sign.

　　 Soon, the stagnation originating from the family luck and purple energy also spread to his spiritual world, and even his own thoughts became obstructed.

　　 "Qingyang, or Luyou?"

　　 At this moment, Xia Tuo frowned. After more than ten breaths of thoughts flowed, there was enlightenment in his heart.

　　 This is a warning about the fortune of the clan, obviously something related to the ups and downs of the fortune of the Daxia clan is about to be born.

　　……

　　 Qing Yang Bo Bu.

　　 The ancient Saint King Mountain Range is lying like a giant beast, lying in the clan land under most of the mountain range, with ancient trees, turbulent springs and green mountains.

　　 In the depths of the clan, a pillar of luck stands in the center, towering into the sky, with purple clouds, abundance of aura, and densely packed vitality.

　　 The purple air is like a god, lingering hundreds of miles in the mountains and plains, and the sky is full of rays of light.

In the big purple column, there is a blue sheep with two curved corners and dense green forest attached to the whole body. It is as high as thousands of feet even if it is lying. The purple gas is swallowed and breathed, and the purple is overflowing. Sprinkle in the tribe below.

　　 At the same time, Dao Dao Zi Qi rose to a great height, gathering on Qing Yang.

　　 The mixed purple qi and spiritual qi that the green sheep huffed and evoked the momentum of the Qi fortune within a radius of two hundred miles.

　　 In the low mountains close to the edge of the Saint King Mountain Range, Xun Fenghou sat in an inconspicuous mountain col, converging his breath, constantly observing the changes in the Qingyang uncle.

　　 It has been almost a month since he came to the land of the Qingyang clan, but the Qingyang uncle was not disturbed. Fortunately, he was not in a hurry. If there were no mutations, it would naturally be the best and save trouble.

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　　 In the center of the Qingyang Clan, a stone palace carved and carved like a huge green sheep lies in the middle.

　　 In the main hall, the dress is luxurious, and the ground is covered with a light blue jade, exuding a touch of aura.

　　 These gems are similar to semi-spirit crystals, and for ordinary warriors, they can be used directly for cultivation.

The stone pillars standing in the hall are carved with the **** pattern of the blue sheep. The appearance of the blue sheep, walking, lying, entangled, and angry. The eyes of the blue sheep in each depiction are precious beads carved from the essence of sapphire, and the scales are also used. Rare gems are carved out.

　　 Qingyang Lianshan sits on a jade seat in the depths of the hall. The throne under him is a treasure accumulated by the Qingyang tribe in the past, and it is a witch treasure that can gather aura.

"Clan Lord, the territory of the nine-headed bird in the depths of the Saint King Mountains has not been opened up. This beast is tyrannical and has always been rude to the human warriors. I think we should migrate along the Saint King Mountain and detour the original road. It is safe. some."

　　 Qingyang Grand Elder Qingyang withered and said.

　　 "Nine-headed birds and a beast are just a beast. It doesn't matter even if you cultivate to the realm, you will make it beautiful sooner or later."

　　 For the words of the great elder, Qingyang Lianshan did not show much concern. The fierce beasts in the Saint King Mountains all have territories, and they will not leave their respective territories easily, but people are alive and can completely detour.

　　 As soon as the voice changed, Qingyang Lianshan looked at the high priest and asked in a deep voice, "High priest, are you all ready?"

　　 The old high priest of Qingyang, wearing a simple animal bone helmet on his head, with two sturdy and curved horns on it, the surface of the horns is pitted, a section, with vague runes looming.

　　 "Everything is about to be prepared, the direct children of all veins have been ordered, the elite soldiers have recently been summoned, and the people in the clan have also received news of entering the Holy King Mountain Range to dig for the mineral vein."

"That's good."

　　 Qingyang Lianshan whispered, all three figures in the main hall were silent for a while, and it was not easy for the uncle Qingyang who had passed on for so long to go.

　　 This walk, in the eyes of outsiders, is equivalent to giving up the majesty of the Boss and becoming a blood group like the Lu Yu clan. If Qingyang can find a suitable place again, it can still establish the clan to open up the frontier and restore its glory.

Of course, since Qingyang has decided to leave, it naturally has a complete plan. The change in the situation in the northwest is only an opportunity to promote. People go to higher places and water flows to lower places. Qingyang naturally wants to run up. .

　　I would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. This applies to many people. There is a big master on the head to take care of it. How can I do what I want to do?

　　 "The Great Elder, the High Priest, this migration may not be our Qingyang's opportunity. Over the years, the three generations of clan leaders have been making preparations, but have not been able to make up their minds. This Northwest turmoil just helped us make a decision."

　　 Qingyang Lianshan's eyes burned, and then he said: "Although the road ahead is difficult, if my Qingyang passes through, we may not have a chance to get a piece of the turmoil in this conflicting world."

　　 Qingyang Lianshan said this, and suddenly the eyes of the two silent old people in the palace brightened.

　　 "I used the Dongtian Witch Treasure handed down from the clan to take part of the clan to go first, and now the migrants are moved in batches after Xishan in the southeast of the Holy King Mountain Range is settled."

　　 Qingyang Uncle Tribe passed on for so many years. At that time, the ancestor was a casual cultivator who escaped living outside the Saint King Mountain Range. He picked up a mysterious sheep bone in the Saint King Mountain Range, and then gathered the scattered people to form the Qingyang Tribe.

　　 And I also got a Witch Treasure Cave Sky back then, with an area of ​​more than ten miles. For such a huge tribe of Qingyang Uncle Tribe, this Witch Treasure Cave has limited carrying capacity and is not too large.

　　 Not only that, but their migration does not want to be known to outsiders, so they can only migrate in batches, moving away the most important bloodline first to ensure the foundation of the clan.

　　……

　　 Soon the night fell, the stars filled the sky, and the bright stars continued to fall. The laurel moon was horizontal, and the Qingyang tribe land was scorching purple under the night, as if a purple flower border was half-buckled on the wasteland.

In the land of the 　　 tribe, the households of the Qingyang tribe lit up beast fires. Except for the patrolling clan soldiers, the noisy voices of the households gradually fell, and the crying of the dolls could be vaguely heard.

　　 This scene looks no different from the countless nights in the Great Wilderness. Many people start to rest. After all, tomorrow they still need to go out hunting or gather herbs and spiritual fruits.

　　……

　　 In the depths of the mountains and plains, the breath of the wind is silent. Looking towards the tribe of Qingyang, I can see that everything is as quiet as before, with the breeze blowing and the grass swaying.

　　 The night is getting deeper and the stars in the sky are also covered.

　　Xun Fenghou looked towards the sky, it was foggy?

　　 In the blink of an eye, the night sky, which had just been shining with stars, dimmed suddenly, looking very gloomy, and the atmosphere was mixed with cold.

　　 wrong!

　　 After a while, Xun Fenghou noticed something was wrong.

　　 He turned his head and looked into the depths of the Saint King Mountain Range. The mountains under the night were dim, like a giant beast dormant, and the mountains were dead and silent, as if countless shadows were rolling in in a trance.

　　 For a time, the sound of ghosts in the depths of the mountains screamed bitterly, and the golden iron is sonorous. Under the night, the ghosts and charms are crowded, boundless and dense, like the night road of thousands of ghosts.

　　 Among these figures are figures in shabby beast robes, soldiers in armor, and some of them are driving ancient chariots. Without exception, they are not creatures.

　　 At this moment, the army of ghosts pulsed out of Shengwang Mountain.

　　锵!

Suddenly, Xun Fenghou appeared in the hand of a black and yellow big stick, and a huge figure of the saint appeared behind him, holding the big stick and splitting a batch, tearing the sky, thousands of miles of mountains and fields roaring, and countless ghost images under the stick. The snow generally dissipates.

　　 This blow shocked the uncle Qingyang in the silence.

　　 The mountain of green sheep stands tall in the sky, seeing the dark clouds rolling in from the Eastern Holy King Mountain Range, his expression changed, his eyes flashed with changes, making difficult decisions.

　　 The energy fluctuations that came from the Saint King Mountain Range, even if they were separated by hundreds of miles, still scared him, this kind of existence could easily annihilate him.

　　 Between life and death, it seems that all the choices are much easier.

　　 "High priest, bring the totem bone."

　　 For an instant, he turned into a streamer and rushed into the depths of the clan.

　　 "Qingyang clan soldiers, join the battle!"

　　 Soon, the roar of Qingyang Lianshan spread throughout the Qingyang clan.

　　 The black cloud in the east of the tribe land is like a big river with a bursting bank, surging in, and just a few breaths across the wasteland outside the tribe, wherever it passes, the vegetation withers and the creatures turn into bones.

　　 In the long river of Yin Qi, countless ghosts roared and roared, making people feel scared, and ghosts and demons were clustered. These ghosts ate flesh and blood, drawing vitality.

In the mountains, Xun Fenghou waved the Heaven Soldier Tianxuan Bone Stick in his hand, and every shot would blow up dozens of miles of the mountains~www.novelmtl.com~ However, there are too many ghosts, and every time they are cleared out. , In the blink of an eye will be filled with ghosts again.

　　 These ghost images moved in the direction of Uncle Qingyang, and then he turned and rushed toward Uncle Qingyang, rushing into a vacuum zone wherever he passed.

kill! kill! kill!

　　 Yin Qi rushed into the land of the Qingyang Clan, and the clansmen of the Qingyang Clan were fighting with ghosts everywhere. Although these ghosts were hideous, most of them were ordinary ghosts and charms. As long as they were totem warriors, they could be steamed dry with the burning blood.

　　 But there are too many ghosts, every breath will have a lot of Qingyang people being swarmed by the ghosts, and then turn into a pile of bones.

　　 Not to mention that there are still many ghost soldiers wearing broken armor in these ghosts, ghost generals, they can mobilize many ghost soldiers and ghosts.

　　 Ghosts are pervasive, and the sky is full of blood wherever they pass. Some ghosts even fight each other in order to draw blood, making people look creepy.

　　 Xun Fenghou rushed into the land of the Qingyang clan, and shouted: "Where is the lord of the Qingyang clan, why can't I afford the big formation!"

　　 "Where is the leader of the Qingyang clan, why can't I not have a big formation!"

　　……

The voice of 　　sun Fenghou reverberated in the Qingyang Clan. His previous collision with the ghost in the mountains was enough time for the Qingyang boss to react.

　　 But at this moment, there was no response at all. While the spirit was circulating, I did not notice the aura of the Divine Power Realm in the Qingyang Clan's land, even the Divine Reservoir Realm had only a few breaths.