The Strongest Tribe

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"Help."

The screams sounded again and again, and for ordinary Longbo Holy Land tribe, their blood was not obvious, in fact, they were similar to ordinary people outside.

Cursed into the body at this moment, the black cocoon turned into a blood monster, draining the blood of the whole body in a flash, turning it into a corpse.

As one of the thirteen ghosts and gods in the Nether World, because Nether Nether World and Wasteland Yang are two opposing worlds, the order of the will of heaven and earth has rules, and they cannot easily appear in the world of Yang.

The Daqi dead clan surrendered under the throne of the ghosts, which just set up the medium between the underworld and the sun, and gave the ghost king an excuse to appear in the wasteland, so that the ghost king came to the sun to draw blood and food, and the will of heaven and earth would no longer be in order .

For ghosts and gods, there are many ideas, but it is just one idea.

"open!"

With a loud roar, Long Zitian's body was as blazing as a blazing sun, and a golden crow appeared, turning himself into a heaven and earth flame oven, and wanted to refine the black cocoon that rushed into his body.

However, the cocoon at this time has already been in contact with the Ghost King, cursing into the body, his body becomes a blood bank of the Ghost King, either completely sucked out, or the cursed cocoon is refined.

Despite the blazing flames, the cocoons did not move.

Such a method is absolutely frightening, feeling that one's own vitality is withering, but can't do anything, bearing the body and soul is a double torment.

"Daqi's hatred, you will be paid by your clan."

The whimper sounded, and a black flame emerged from the figure of Young Master Da Qi, which burned clean in the blink of an eye, and thousands of black smoke turned into tiny strands of hair, piercing through the void in all directions, and sank into the Long Bo people.

...

Three beads cave sky.

A sacred tree pierced the sky and the whole body was shining with scorching blue light. On top of the green tree, three figures were sitting around the sacred tree, with a small illusory world floating behind each.

The three illusory small worlds echoed each other, blended with the breath of the sacred tree, and turned into a big sky-reaching formation, blocking a group of black clouds from the holy land of the cave sky.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

The black cloud continued to spill heavy yin air, and when it fell on the sacred tree, it was absorbed by the vitality emanating from the sacred tree, and then gradually decomposed and melted.

"The remnants of Daqi dare to make trouble, reincarnate without being honest, and still have a glimmer of life."

At the top of the sacred tree, an old man with a blue cloak and snow-white beard, with a face as gentle as a sacred jade, and an unusually sharp light, looked at the black cloud above the void.

"Thousands of woods are alive, but unfortunately, my spirit race was born out of vegetation."

Abruptly, a cold voice sounded in the void, and the voice had not yet fallen, a cyan-light lightning shot like a god, pierced the void, and fell to the position of the Sanzhu cave owner below the sacred tree in the blink of an eye.

Spirit Gun!

A sharp gun penetrated nothingness.

Cang!

In an instant, the small world behind Sanzhu Dongzhu suddenly appeared in front of him, and collided with the spirit spear, the spear broke the realm and sank into the embryonic form of the small world.

The Sanzhu Cave Lord blocked the shot of the Spirit Spirit Spear, but it also caused a loophole in the three-legged Shenmu array.

Click!

Suspended in the black cloud above the Sanzhudong sky, a black electricity fell down, and along the direction of the trembling of the Shenmu, it cut through the void and sank into the Sanzhudong sky.

"Ling Patriarch, you are not afraid of restraining backlash and completely dying!"

The Spirit Spirit Spear let out a clang, and after breaking through the small world of the Three Pearl Cave Master, it returned to the old ancestor Ling once again, and then the ancestor Sanzhu changed his expression and shouted.

The ancient city of Qingteng where the spirit race is located is not only because it is the ancestral land of the spirit race. After the destruction of Daqi, the great caves were huge, but they were also intrigue. After Da Yin retreated, they did not dare to enter the spirit. Ancestral land.

In the end, the three big caves forced the spirit race to make a blood oath, and those who are above the supernatural power level in the spirit race must not leave the ancestral land of the spirit race, or their blood will burn themselves and die.

The ancestor of the spirit holds the spirit spear, pointing to the three pearls in the cave, and his beard is dancing. His eyes are like gods. His strength is not the peak of the first step. Fortunately, he has the spirit spear in his hand, which can be comparable to the **** of the second step. Hou.

"Back then, the spirit race should be completely wiped out!"

The ancestor of the three beads danced wildly, with murderous intent splashing in his eyes.

"Did you kill fewer people back then?"

A hoarse voice sounded, and an old rickety figure came tremblingly with a cane in the shattered void.

Royal ancestor!

At this moment, every time he took a step, his rickety figure grew taller, the wrinkles on his face became dim, and his skinny body reappeared with flesh and blood.

The old ancestor, whose white hair turned black, draped over his shoulders, walked in front of the crowd, and returned to his middle-aged appearance. The rushing blood was like a vast ocean, and the walking stick in his hand was flowing out of the energy of a giant waterfall, and the law was lingering outside.

The middle-aged ancestor, eyes fierce as a big Peng, the whole person has a sign that he is about to be transparent, his whole body is glowing, his cane turns into a blue dragon and entangled in his hand, a phantom green mountain emerges behind him, suppressing the trembling void.

"Daqijing Tianwang's auxiliary minister Yu Qingshan."

The words of the ancient ancestor sounded and passed through the void.

"Come to fight!"

"kill!"

...

The Thousand Cang Realm Passage, this is a desolate land, filled with a desolate atmosphere, there is no sun, moon and stars, only a cold mountain, and covered with moss.

As a small world that Daqi has operated for thousands of years, the Thousand Cang Realm has been developed to the extreme in those days, and it has even constructed a spatial channel to the Thousand Cang Realm.

At this moment, what Xia Tuo took with the war soldiers was the passage left by Da Qi. Young Master Da Qi drew the blood formation, and he also took hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the road to return to the wasteland.

As for the battle between Young Master Daqi and Dongtian Holy Land, he really couldn't get involved right now. The dead clan of Daqi bought the favor of the Ghost King at an unknown price. This kind of power from the Nether World is beyond estimation.

This time, Daxia inherited Daqi's great favor, but she didn't know if she would have a chance to return.

This passage opened up in the void is not very long, but only three thousand miles. As for the end of the passage, outside the ancient city of Qingteng.

...

In a hidden mountain stream outside Qingteng Ancient City, the void shattered, turning into a space vortex, and the space rippled, Xia Tuo walked out of it.

Hum!

Immediately afterwards, a ray of purple light burst out from his body, and he was ordered by the seal of the sky to automatically surface above his head, and an illusory wave went straight into the sky, as if hooked into the depths of the endless void.

Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo immediately absorbed it into his body, and then temporarily suppressed the fluctuation of Qi Luck. At this time, once the Qi Luck breath was exposed, it might cause Dongtian Holy Land to take action.

"The Haohaigod commander is camping in the mountain stream here."

"In times of crisis, everyone must follow the arrangements of the gods."

After speaking, Xia Tuo's figure disappeared in this mountain stream and headed towards Qingteng Ancient City.

An hour later, outside of Qingteng Ancient City, looking at the ancient barren forest filled with white smoke, Xia Tuo sprang out of it with a dusty face.

The spirit clan has been granted a clan, a large formation has been set up in the barren forest, and it is impossible to break in.

When it fell to the ground, Xia Tuo took out the psychic skeleton, and a thought entered it, connecting all the towns and elders of Daxia.

"Patriarch."

After a while, Xun Fenghou responded first.

"Master has left the customs and wants to see you."

"it is good."

After half a stick of incense, Xia Tuo chose a desolate mountain range and opened up a cave. His mind and thoughts were submerged in the psychic skeleton.

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Tianhou Mountain, Shenhou Dongfu.

On Xun Fenghou's psychic pearl, Xia Tuo's phantom appeared, and he saw the old **** at a glance.

"Old God Hou can be well."

Seeing the old **** Hou again, Xia Tuo felt like a world away, knowing that only decades have passed.

"I've heard Fenghou all about you, it's pretty good."

Old Shenhou nodded.

"You came out of the Thousand Cang Realm?"

"Yes, now I am stationed in the barren hills outside Qingteng Ancient City, and more than 700,000 allied troops have brought out more than 700,000 elites of all ethnic groups."

Xia Tuo didn't cover up, and told the old **** Hou about his situation.

"Shenhou, why did the Spirit Clan be granted a clan and opened a big formation?"

Hearing the sound, he saw a sigh flashing across the face of the old Shenhou.

"It's too urgent, they're too urgent."

The old Shen Hou shook his head lightly, and then said: "In order to cooperate with the young master Daqi, the ancestor of the spirit race has already killed the Three Pearl Caverns.

Originally, the old man wanted to go too, but now Yaohou is watching from side to side. Once I make a move, I'm afraid the situation will turn straight down. "

"Young Master Daqi has won the favor of ghosts and gods, even if Dongtian Holy Land is powerful, it can't be the opponent of ghosts and gods."

Regarding Xia Tuo's doubts, the old Shen Hou shook his head and said in deep thought: "How easy is it that you said, ghosts and gods have a lot of thoughts, and what the young master Daqi works is just a hint of ghosts and gods.

The remaining strength of the Daqi Dead Clan is still barely feasible to deal with one of the cave heavens. It is still incapable to win the three cave heavens. Moreover, the volatilization of the power of the curse requires a long process, so it is said that the cave heaven holy land in a short time Still have a strong strength.

At that time, in order to lift their own curse, God knows what these guys will do. Next, we will not only prevent the evil beasts from counterattacking, but also deal with the demon soldiers. "

The old **** Hou expressed his worries, but he did not judge the actions of the Daqi dead clan too much. Just like the spirit ancestor who shot, even though he knew that it might not be the time to take the shot, the young master Daqi made a decision. , He has already shot.

For the king's minister, loyal to the king, nothing more.

Xia Tuo didn't comment on this, even if he wanted to manage, he didn't have that strength.

"Shenhou, the demon soldier thing."

Hearing the sound, the old **** Hou looked at Xia Tuo and asked softly: "You have already won the benefits in the battle of luck, and you have brought back so many soldiers, what do you think?"

"Let the enemy go deep and wipe out in one fell swoop!"

In response, Xia Tuo said aloud: "At the moment, the holy land of the cave is also a crisis. It is not realistic to say that it will not happen anytime. It is unrealistic to rely entirely on the dead clan of Daqi. Therefore, we need to make quick decisions and severely damage the demon soldiers in one fell swoop. This is also good to intimidate Dongtian Holy Land."