The Strongest Tribe

After the white-headed old man threw the skull into the copper furnace, he slapped a magic trick. Suddenly, the illusory sky filled the copper furnace and wrapped the copper furnace.

The old man’s eyes were shining brightly. The ghost tribe was rare in the borderlands. They mainly lived in the north and northeast of the wild land in the Gonggong and Guifang areas.

It is said that the ghost tribe was first born in the underground netherworld. Later, due to some changes, the wild land cracked, and the nether-yin air emerged from the underground, allowing the ghost tribe to appear on the wasteland.

Not only that, under the scouring of the nether air, some of the grievances wandering in the wasteland gradually turned into ghosts, so the ghosts are also divided into ghosts and desolates.

The ghosts are the ghosts born in the underground ghost land, and the desolate ghosts are the ghosts born on the waste land after experiencing the baptism of the nether air.

The two kinds of ghost races should be considered tyrannical, the underground ghost race is naturally more powerful, but the desolate ghost is not bad, the Northern Wuming King Court has a deep connection with the desolate ghost family.

The ghost clan in the skull in front of them belonged to the ghost clan, and they also used ghosts to forge their life ghost treasures, using this as a body, but the real strength is still almost.

Soon, a cyan glow appeared in the illusory sky fire, and he got into the copper furnace.

The old man waved his hand at the bottom of the copper stove. Five cyan, chopped firewood were piled under the copper stove. The cyan flames emerged from the burning wood.

This is a branch cut down from the Heavenly Spirit Wood in the Three Pearl Cave. The ordinary one is as hard as an earth soldier. It can be burned to refine alchemy and has many effects.

When the five pieces of wood were burned out, the old man's mental thoughts sank into the world of the copper furnace. Inside the furnace was a world of skyfire intertwined with blue, red and gold. The black skulls were floating on the sea of ​​fire, and the thousand souls were already curled up. In the ghost treasure, unable to move.

The old man’s primordial spirit manifested, probing out his hand, holding the skeleton in his hand again, and then lightly grasping with the other hand, suddenly a blood-colored chain in the skull’s head was pulled out, and then the cyan flame in the three-color sacred fire Fuying fused with the scarlet chain to ensure that the scarlet chain would not break.

Seeing this scene, Thousands of Souls were horrified, and the bans that were banned in their own life spirits were dragged out in this way. You must know that the few people who arrested him before did not dare to ask some excessive questions, lest they would arouse their souls. The restraint in the body is triggered.

Without the soul restraint, his memory was completely exposed to the prying eyes of the old man in front of him.

Not to mention that the old man in front of him is a soul sage, enough to survive his own life.

After a while, Qianhun felt a tingling from the depths of his soul, and then the whole perception became stagnant.

Mu Yanliang squinted his eyes and looked at the memory of Qianhun. In his eyes, Qianhun had nothing to hide, from how he was born to how he later cultivated to the present situation step by step.

In the end, the memory picture stayed on the back of the golden armor in the side of the Yin Qi mirror. Unfortunately, this back was very vague and the Qi machine was chaotic.

"What a black hand, who is in trouble and famine, really thinks that all traces can be suppressed."

Mu Yanliang sneered, losing interest in the ghost martial artist in front of him, just a thug who was pushed out.

Soon, he walked out of the wooden house and said softly: "Come here, send this thing to the Sixth Sacred Land."

...

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye.

The Fenghu Mountains, the Jiao clan settlement, the leaders and clan elders of the Jiao clan, are quietly waiting for the opportunity of the sudden change of the wind and clouds in the border.

In the stone hall deep in the settlement, the old Jiao clan and Jiao Hong sit beside the dragon crystal altar.

"The clan elder, Jiaohe and Jiaoshan went out to investigate the situation, why haven't they returned for so long."

After a few breaths, the clan elder's eyes opened and closed, his eyes full of vicissitudes flowed out, and he muttered: "Be calm and not restless, you will not lose anything in the clan's arrangements."

"Yes."

Soon, the cave fell into silence again.

...

Northern Xinjiang, Daxia.

After Xia Tuo threw the ghost clan warrior to the giant wood tribe, he shrank in the clan and did not go out, lest there really be any accidents, he could not take care of him if he was not in the clan.

However, waiting on the left and right, half a year has passed, and the northwestern border is still safe and sound. In order to ensure that he is always aware of things, he deliberately let Hunkong temporarily create three fixed star piles, which are placed in Zidian, Giant Wood, and Black Dragon. Among the three major ethnic domains.

Not only that, the fixed star pile in Daxia City has also been built. Standing in Daxia City, it is a stone building as high as a thousand meters. The top is overflowing with a silver light, and the sun is shining everywhere. The night is more like a lighthouse. Like.

The emptiness on the fixed star pile was torn apart, the silver light was shining, and Xun Fenghou returned from the world of the cave and headed towards the inner city of Daxia.

Summer park.

"Elder Xun, what did you find?"

"No, everything is smooth."

Xun Fenghou's words made Xia Tuo very dissatisfied. Unfortunately, it was not Elder Xun's fault. I thought it was a trick to bring trouble to the east, and everyone should carry it together. Unexpectedly, the Sanzhu and other sacred places in the cave were all silent.

Grandma's, all of them are unreliable. Aren't all the caves in the Holy Land very powerful? The nose and bridge are higher than the eyes, why are they withered.

The smog that permeated the Yunzi Qi of the Daxia Clan still condensed, which means that the outside influence on Daxia still exists.

"Elder Lavason shot again."

Let Xun Fenghou continue to spy on the news, Xia Tuo sat in the main seat and did not move, thinking in his heart. This passive beating, not knowing what conspiracy the enemy is in the dark, is very unfavorable for Da Xia.

How to break the game?

He got up from his seat, came to Tianlu Mountain, and pulled Wuwu out.

"The fortune in the family is blocked, can you tell what is blocking the fortune."

He groaned and shook his fat body abruptly.

"Where do I know, I am a totem."

"Is there any way to break through the mist?"

"Where do I know, I am a totem."

"How much influence does the haze on the purple gas have on the clan."

"Where do I know, I am one..."

"Hey, don't squeeze your body if you dare to fight a totem."

Woo shook his chubby body, two complete chubby flesh wings grew out of his body, and purple runes could be vaguely seen.

"The haze is just gray, not black clouds overwhelming. It proves that it is not a catastrophe. At most, it will affect us in the summer. When the time comes, some blood or something may pass."

"Blood, whose blood was taken, did you take it?"

Xia Tuo glared and said that it was a coincidence that Daxia provokes someone in Northern Xinjiang. If the destroyed Luoshui has the remnants of revenge, it is a causal cycle. Outsiders ride directly on Daxia’s head and shit. What's this?

Lao Tzu's blood should not be released if possible.

"The general trend of air luck cannot be regressed. Who knows if the haze will gradually change into a black cloud or even a rain of blood. We must always be prepared."

"I know you are counseling."

Whether there are outsiders on Tianlu Mountain, Wuwu's words are naturally unscrupulous.

Then he was punished for his words, and Xia Tuo pinched his tail, slid backwards, and turned in a circle in his hand.

"Woo~ I am an innate totem species."

"I have collected four innate totems in my hand."

"I am the God Lord Jumang."

"Xia Tuo, you bastard, I'm going to be fainted."

After a long time, wooing body swayed in mid-air, and finally hit Xia Tuo.

"Xia Tuo, your uncle."

"what did you say?"

Hearing the sound, Wuwu was stunned and said hurriedly: "Who knows the current affairs is good, so you don't suffer from immediate losses.

Let’s take precautions in advance, so as not to catch the blind temporarily. The reason why the great patriarch of Da Xia was able to develop Da Xia from a small mountain clan to the present situation is because he understood the essence of Gou. "

"I tell you that unless they directly attack the Daxia Clan's Fortune, they will not be able to find out who the dark hand is, and the dark hand behind it will indirectly affect us through more secret means, so that it will be even more impossible to find the righteous master. ."

There is no useful news from Wuwu, but what Wuwu said is true. Right now, it is only a haze covering the sky, and Daxia's clan fortune is still gathering through the haze.

If there is an impact, it can also be said that the impact is not large. Even if the dark hand behind it gives up at this time, the haze will dissipate.

This reason is very simple. It's like two warriors who didn't know each other, passing by accidentally in a city. At this time, one of the warriors greeted the 18th generation of the other warrior's ancestor. Who knows.

For example, this warrior wants to sap another warrior, but has been quietly following behind him without doing anything. This situation is similar to the current Daxia.

But Xia Tuo is used to being cautious. It's better to believe this kind of thing and prepare in advance than to know nothing in case of a crisis.

Coming down from Tianlu Mountain, he returned to the stone temple and immediately ordered the clansmen and servants guarding outside the temple: "Invite the two editors of Wuyuanyuanzheng and Xinhuodian martial arts and Wudao."

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Great Summer City ~www.novelmtl.com~The Fire Palace.

Xinhuo Hall is a palace group of dozens of large and small stone temples and stone towers, the center of which is a nine-story stone tower.

In the first heavy stone hall of the stone tower, there are a series of stone steles, each of which is carved with totem statues, which are the totem statues erected in the Qianlong Hall of all large and small cities and pools in the eight cities of Daxia. You can find them here.

The Ninth Floor of the Stone Pagoda is where the two editors are located. Xiong Si, the editor of Wudao, came to lead the post from Fengming Dao three months ago and received the purple ribbon seal compiled by Daxia Third Grade Wudao.

All Daxia's converged martial arts and sorcery classics must be sent here to be screened and sorted by two editors.

The four sides of the nine-layered stone temple are very spacious, with a radius of one hundred meters, divided into two parts, which are not deliberately separated, but are divided by wooden frames made of spiritual wood, filled with various animal skins. Rolls, stone slips, copper slips, wooden slips, etc.

At this moment, two editors, one east and the other, are busy at the desk with their heads down.

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