The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

boom!

The ghost deacon who flew out, was then concentrated by a blue beam, and rushed forward again, showing a mouth chewing mud.

puff!

At this moment, the blood in his body rolled again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which looked very bright red in the purple electric silver light.

"Damn it, it's you!"

He saw Shao Baitou, Gu Feng and others outside the witch formation, and the murderous intent in his eyes surged like a tide.

Cang!Cang!Cang!

What responded to him was a few lasing shots, flashing murderous fine iron spears, and the ghost deacon rolled on the ground one after another, even if it was lasing on the ground and out of the witch formation beam.

The purple electricity fell, wisps of silver light exuding a destructive aura and submerged into his body, causing the fighting energy in his body to completely dissipate and flooding into the god orifice that linked the sky veins.

Not only that, the numbness in the body feels bursts, and the arm pierced by the big gun is already black and purple, and the entire arm is numb.

"mean!"

The ghost deacon was not angry enough to yell, and his whole body jumped up again, trying to run away, but oncoming a big gun made him back again.

call out!

During the tumbling, I only felt a tingling pain in the waist, several cyan rays pierced through the body, and fell to the ground at once. The Celestial Vein Realm Warrior is very strong, but there is a limit to it.

After the Guixu Finger Sword flew back into his hand, Xia Tuo flicked his finger and said stupidly, "You fell down before I tried hard."

Boom!Boom!Boom!

After waving their hands, Feng and the others quickly walked up to Deacon Ghost, grabbed him, and dragged him towards Xia Tuo.

Be careful!

Under the ghost mask, a bright light burst into the dark eye holes, and Feng and Shao Baitou who dragged the ghost deacon were directly knocked out, and the ghost deacon figure suddenly got up and ran down the tribe hill.

In such a situation, no one thought that the old guy still had room to escape.

Patriarch Xia, who was a terrible fart just now, suddenly pulled his cheeks. Didn't this slap him on Patriarch Xia's face?

The next moment, the ghost deacon who had ran two steps staggered and stopped suddenly. In front of him, there was a row of more than 20 witch cannons with their muzzles facing him.

In an instant, a chill rose.

At this moment, he didn't know whether to say something inappropriate.

Slowly turning his head, the ghost deacon faced the people surrounding him, and his eyes were a little stagnant in the black holes in the mask.

"If you have something to say."

After a long time, the ghost deacon suffocated such a sentence.

Xia Tuo stepped forward and looked at the bloodied old man, the chapped collective, withered yellow hair, and his rickety body looked very weak. It was just such an old guy who had spent so much energy on him, but he still didn't take it away. Crushed.

The ghost deacon looked at Xia Tuo, and he saw that Xia Tuo was the principal.

"It's wrong for the old man to run into your ministry at night. I am willing to pay for my life."

Xia Tuo waved his hand without answering the ghost deacon's words.

"put!"

boom!boom!boom!

In an instant, ten of the witch cannons surrounding the ghost deacon directly exploded.

Of course, these are all hybrid beast nuclei, but for the ghost deacon in this state, it is still extremely terrifying. His powerfully supported body was completely blown up, lying on the ground with bloody flesh and blood. No love.

He was traumatized by skin, which seemed terrifying, but in fact it didn't cause much damage, but his body could no longer be supported. His body was numb, his fighting spirit was defeated, and there was a curse lingering outside his body.

This time it was planted.

"Break limbs."

Patriarch Xia, who was afraid of death to the extreme, said again in order to prevent this guy from having extra energy.

Suddenly Feng came carrying a big gun, and a sneer flashed across his mouth.

Hehe!

"No."

Click!Click!Click!Click!

what!what!what!what!

"Asshole!"

Under the grimace mask, the deacon's hoarse voice roared.

"My ghost dome, it's ridiculous to be planted in such a small tribe!"

"Extremely ridiculous!"

"Drag here."

Xia Tuo stopped paying attention to the old guy's rumors and waved his hand to drag him into the Totem Palace.

"Woo~~~"

Wu Wu Fei looked at the muddy flesh and blood lying on the ground, a little unbelievable that the old man was beaten like this.

"Xia Tuo, Wuwu is not so powerful, this old man wants to replace Wuwu's mark, and he can't help it."

"Great, punish him for you to catch a beast and eat it later."

"Okay." Suddenly grinned openly.

On the totem pillar, the cyan light flickered, flashing and extinguishing like breathing, turning into a beam of light and falling towards the ghost deacon.

"No."

A fright flashed in the eyes of the deacon ghost, and he finally knew why his subordinates would betray him, and they had all become slaves to this tribe.

Hum!

The next moment, he was in a daze, and once again saw the phantom of the previous human face and bird body, a kind of fear derived from the soul, and he was unable to resist.

Then he fell completely into the darkness.

"Don't blame me, he just fainted. It's because you made too heavy a hand. Even someone who used to be in the Divine Hidden Realm can't stand such a heavy hand."

"God hidden realm?"

Woo, Xia Tuo was taken aback. He just took off the ghost mask of the ghost deacon. Sure enough, there was a reason for wearing the mask, just like a blind date in a previous life.

Ugly people are self-knowledge, so the ghost deacon did a good job, sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks and crooked mouth. It was really ugly, so Xia Tuo put on the grimace mask again.

"You said he was in the Divine Tibetan Realm?"

Wuwu tilted his head and corrected: "It was in the Divine Hidden Realm. Three blood orifices in his body were opened and then blocked, so he now belongs to the Heavenly Vessel Realm."

"No wonder you are so resistant."

Xia Tuo suddenly realized that he was a witch formation, a black hand, and a drug, and he was really ugly.

"Slave totem planted?"

"Open the mask and take a look."

Xia Tuo took off the mask of the ghost deacon once again, and a group of blue light gathered at the center of his brows, and a blue light wandered in the blue light, which outlined the totem of the Xia tribe.

"Don't worry, Wu Wu is the Totem Master. Although I haven't grown up yet, we are born with a high status. We know how to win at the starting line. There is no way Wu Wu, who allows us to have this condition."

Wuwu shook his head and felt complacent, Xia Tuo turned his face directly, unbearable for this ass guy.

"When will he wake up."

"I don't know about this, you have such a heavy hand, you don't have a x count yourself."

Soon, Qiao'er entered the Totem Hall, holding a ball of black pills in his hand, Xia Tuo took off the mask for the deacon ghost, and prepared to take the pills from Qiaoer's hand to take him.

what!

The next moment, Qiaoer yelled.

"So ugly."

boom!

Qiao'er kicked the deacon with a hum, making Qiao'er so ugly.

Reluctantly, Xia Tuo picked up the witch pills on the ground, opened the deacon's mouth, stuffed him directly in, and put the mask on him.

This is the voodoo antidote on the barb of the fine iron spear, and thanks to this voodoo, most of this guy's combat power was removed.

"Ok."

Not long after taking the witch medicine, the ghost deacon woke up, his eyes flickered in a trance, and it took a while to react, and he felt the burning heat at the center of his eyebrows. Once he felt malicious in front of the figure in his heart, he would be aware of it. Kind of catastrophe.

"Woke up."

Xia Tuo stood in front of him, waiting for the ghost deacon to wake up, his limbs were interrupted, he couldn't move at all, he could only shake his body, and there was severe pain throughout his body.

"Talk about it."

"What is the relationship between the slave market in Zejin City and the Black Crow Tribe?"

The ghost deacon leaning on the stone wall, hearing Xia Tuo's words, his eyes flashed with gray, and it took a long time to become angry.

"Black Crow Tribe."

There was a sense of disdain in the deacon's tone.

"It's just a turtle in the Tuze Wasteland. We are just cooperating with each other. It can even be said that the black crow tribe is obedient to the slave owners."

"you guys?"

Seeing the coldness rising from the corners of Xia Tuo's mouth, the deacon shuddered.

"It's them."

"Who are they, slave owner?"

The ghost deacon showed a thoughtful look in his eyes, and after a while he said: "I don't know who they are. I was sent to Tuze Wasteland by a powerful slave owner named Qiu ten years ago. Several other deacons were sent to slave markets in other cities."

"The Black Crow Tribe is responsible for capturing slaves, and 70% of the beast nuclear resources obtained must be turned over to the slave owner behind me."

Xia Tuo frowned, and said in a deep voice, "You mean, the Black Crow Tribe can only get 30% of the beast core in the end?"

"Yes."

"Then the Black Crow Tribe is willing to do so?"

"Lord~~Lord~~"

The cyan light totem mark on the center of the ghost deacon's eyebrows flickered, and a chill made him feel excited.

"Master, the black crow tribe dare not resist, even if it is unwilling to resist, otherwise the powerful slave owner will completely wipe out the black crow tribe, and then change a tribe to control the Tuze Wasteland. In the chaotic valley near Ze Wasteland, the superior dragon fish tribe was razed overnight because they were unwilling to cooperate with the slave owners."

"I only know that the slave owner who sent me is called Qiu, and the others are not clear. The slave owner of Qiu controls the slave markets in several nearby regions. As for whether there is any powerful existence on it, I don't know. "

"Then who is in charge of the slave market in the Black Crow Tribe?"

"The black crow tribe is responsible for the second elders in its tribe. The lord of each city is regarded as a helper. Except for the distribution of beast cores each year, the second elder of the black crow tribe will appear, and will not participate in the slave market at other times. Thing."

"Come on, take him down for treatment first."

When he got what he wanted, Xia Tuo waved his hand to bring the Deacon Ghost away. Old Man Feng looked at him outside the Totem Hall, and he heard what the Deacon Ghost said from the outside.

"so close."

Looking at the old man Feng, Xia Tuo let out a long sigh of relief.

"Things must be modest."

Without refuting the words of the old man Feng, Xia Tuo nodded, but fortunately, the deacon who controls the slave market in Zejin City has not yet spread the matter.

A powerful existence that makes the Black Crow Tribe obediently obedient is not something he can offend right now, so he has to be counseled.

That's right, Patriarch Xia decided to follow his heart.

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