The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Sitting in the stone hall, looking at the blood ginseng six or seven inches in size in front of him, the surface of the blood ginseng was still shining brightly, Xia Tuo's face blushed, and he was embarrassed as soon as he arrived at the spirit crystal and elixir.

How embarrassed is this?

Before the job was done, he was given the resources, and besides, he came to speculate.

This whole, how embarrassed to start.

Boom!

Footsteps sounded outside the stone hall, and with a flash in his hand, the blood ginseng was incorporated into the sea of ​​divine orifice qi, and no Wu Zun could refine it into a witch pill, so he could only directly refine elixir.

It's the old man Hulu.

This old man appeared unexpectedly. As the warrior who followed the ghost master into the small world of the land, Xia Tuo estimated that only the two of them had escaped.

"The old gourd has a red face, and his aura is better than before. It seems that he hasn't seen a lot of progress in several years."

The old man Hulu smiled when he heard Xia Tuo's compliment.

After he came out of the small world of Pidi, in the past few years, relying on the spiritual objects obtained from it, he opened two divine orifices again, and now he has opened thirty-one divine orifices, ranking in the fourth stage of the gods.

This is not without training resources, so when he heard that the Kuilei tribe invited a casual cultivator, he came.

In fact, he had been in the Kuilei tribe for two years, mostly practicing on Luoxia Mountain, and the Kuilei tribe was very friendly to the casual cultivators who joined him.

"The little friend has not seen him for a long time, and his strength has grown."

As for the strength of Xia Tuo, Old Calabash was naturally able to see clearly. When he first saw him in the City of Beacon, Xia Tuo had only developed a few divine orifices. Now I see at least a dozen divine orifices. There are far more opportunities in the small world of Pidi.

The most important thing is that the two of them were rune-marked by the ghost master at the beginning, and now they are living well, and they have met again, obviously they have their own means.

"When did Senior Calabash come to Kuileibo's department?"

"Almost two years."

After some exchanges, Xia Tuo also learned about the current situation of the Kuilei tribe through Elder Gourd. These are all things on the surface, so Elder Gourd has nothing to hide.

Kuilei, the leader of the Kuilei tribe, is the pinnacle of the Divine Hidden Realm, and has opened up the seventy-two divine orifices. In addition, the Kuilei tribe has six strong Divine Hidden realms, excluding the four of them who have been recruited. people.

In the past two years, the Lord of Kuilei has been in retreat, but the battle between the two clans has not subsided. In the middle and middle tribes, both parties are accumulating strength and preparing to destroy the other in one fell swoop.

Today, of the remaining 23 high-level tribes of the original Linghebo tribe, 13 are subject to the rule of Kuilei tribe, and seven of the remaining high-level tribes still surrender under the rule of Linghebo. The remaining three are in swing.

Obviously Kuilei had temporarily changed his strategy, and was eroding the Linghe tribe domain step by step. When all the tribes in the tribe area returned to Kuilei, Linghe Bo's tribe became a waterless Ping, not far from death.

"In the past two years, I went out twice, once to the superior Blue Wolf tribe to sit in town, to help the Blue Wolf Clan defend against the attacks of the Linghe Boss strongmen, and once to the Cliff Spirit Mine Veins thousands of miles away to help Kuilei fight for the spiritual crystal. Mineral veins, the rest of the time will be cultivated here."

Looking at the appearance of the old gourd, he is obviously quite satisfied with the life of Keqing in Kuilei tribe. After all, he takes care of food, housing and cultivation. If it weren’t for Kuilei tribe’s promotion to the head, this good place would not be good to increase the strength of the tribe. Find.

...

Heiling City, death row.

Qiao'er transcribed the techniques and combat skills cultivated by the three Celestial Vessel Martial Artists, as well as the witchcraft practiced by the wizard Que He, and he transcribed nearly a hundred animal skin scrolls.

"I take it away, and it will give him a stable environment for recuperation."

After doing all this, Qiao'er said to Que He.

Temporarily send the teenager Que Lin into the secret of the wooden box, put the wooden box away, Qiao'er turned and walked out.

Que Lin is a descendant of the fourth elder of the Huo Linhou tribe, awakening the blood of the power of the supernatural power realm in his body.

"help me!"

There was a shout in the dungeon, and Que He looked at the three people beside him with murderous intent in his eyes. Although he was branded with the slave totem mark, he still had a sense of autonomy as long as he did not involve matters related to the Xia tribe.

Hum!

In an instant, a ray of black light bloomed from the center of Quehe's eyebrows, turning into three light knives, and pierced into the center of the three people's eyebrows.

After doing all this, he seemed to have lost all his anger, only his eyes could turn.

The moth ghost walked down and saw everything in front of him, revealing a touch of coldness, and Que He's actions couldn't cause him any mental fluctuations.

A young man who was almost dying was re-tied to the wooden stake that Que Lin had originally carried.

Then with a piercing scream, splashes of water appeared in the calm water, and dense black leeches rushed out. In the silent death cell, only the sound of blood sucking was left.

...

After leaving Blackling City, Qiaoer returned to the tribe with seventeen sorcerers and sorcerers who were normally bought and sold from the slave market.

A month later, Qiao'er and Fat Brother appeared at the Slave Market in Fengling City.

Following the same method, after half a year of intermittent time, the slave owner finally visited the slave market in the southern region of Tuze.

Then, the eyes of the two fell to the slave market in the Cangshui area.

In the blink of an eye, nearly two years passed, a certain person from San Xiu Xia was still in the Kuilei tribe in front of his part-time guest secretary, and the injuries he suffered in the northern Qinglongshui were completely recovered.

When he was in Kuileibo’s department, he was a little lingering. Every six months, there is a one-hundred-year-old subterranean elixir, and there are a thousand inferior crystals a year. Elder Keqing is more patriarch than him rich.

For two years, he mostly practiced in Luoxia Peak of Kuilei Mountain Range, and he only went out to fight once, guarding the superior Luoshan tribe.

Not only that, but he also took the time to return to the tribe twice. The Kuilei tribe has no restrictions on the exchanges of elder Keqing, but for casual cultivators, who would leave with such good treatment?

You are simply using resources to smash people. You can't stop it, and you don't want to leave.

Now the high-class tribes controlled by the Kuilei tribe have reached sixteen. Counting the surrendered middle-level tribes, two-thirds of the original Linghe tribe area is already under the control of the Kuilei tribe.

...

Under Leiniu Peak in the center of Kuilei Mountain Range, within a cold pool cave.

Wearing a dark golden beast robe, a middle-aged man surrounded by thunder pattern, sitting cross by the cold pool, the heat and destruction of his body, the chill in the cold pool instantly evaporated.

Beside the strong man, there are swords, guns, axes, and jewels, and Ding Jue, with runes depicting the mystery of the heavens and the earth. These are the heavy weapons of the clan sent by the Lu You clan.

Outside the cold pool cave, a white-haired old man walked up, tall, with high cheekbones, and a black witch seal on the center of his eyebrows, vaguely condensing a mysterious rhyme, but it seemed to be imprisoned.

"How is the clan owner's injury?"

Kui Leiyue's eyes opened and closed, and two divine electricity shot out from the eyes, piercing through the void and looking at the incoming person.

"The high priest is here."

"Patriarch."

Kui Ji came to the edge of the cold lake, sat cross-legged on a smooth stone, and looked at the heavy equipment of the sky.

"Can the clan master gain?"

Hearing that, Kui Leiyue shook his head, and there was a problem with the rituals for offering sacrifices to the heavens. This is why he hasn’t offered sacrifices to the Tianli clan. He has succeeded the clan leader and led the Kuilei tribe for three hundred years. He never believed there would be any. Good things that fall in the sky.

Lu You’s gift to him with treasures millions of miles away is still a heavy weapon of a family’s fortune. If it weren’t for a few uncles to restrict the circulation of heavy equipment smelting methods, plus a period of time, he couldn’t overthrow Linghe to take the heavy equipment. thing.

But unable to find the problem, he would rather postpone the time of offering sacrifices to the Tianli Clan. Anyway, he has waited for more than 300 years, and he doesn't care if he waits for more than a few decades, and even let his descendants come to sacrifice to the Tianli Clan.

"Whether the high priest's ban has been released."

Kuiji shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It will take at least ten years before the seal can be broken."

"Then I will wait ten years to see who can have the last laugh!"

Kui Leiyue burst out with a tyrannical aura, with a kind of supreme self-confidence that looked square.

Fifty years ago, the high priest went to the Southern Nine Spirits to participate in a bartering meeting. He was severely hit by a sneak attack, the witch seal was sealed by a secret method, and the spiritual witch sea was sealed so that witchcraft could not be used, and he was desperately killed by the elders of the clan. Sent back to the tribe, for this also lost a god hidden elder.

Fifty years later, the ritual instrument for sacrificing the heavens was delivered to the hands in this way, but the high priest was injured, unable to insight into the mystery, the major events related to the entire tribe, and how to be assured without personal verification.

He took the Kuilei tribe to this day, and he never believed in shit coincidences.

"Then the high priest will be relieved to heal his wounds. Since some people want chaos, how can I not follow their wishes?"

Hearing this, Kuiji was startled and hurriedly said, "Patriarch, your injury."

"It's okay, Ling Wanli is already old, and his combat strength is gradually defeated, and the injury caused is far worse than when he was at the peak." Kui Leiyue said aloud, "There is Kuizu sitting in the tribe, plus The elders of the Divine Tibetan Realm, the tribe is safe and sound, I will meet Qiu Feng."

"Slave owners have always been cunning, but it is better for the clan owners to be careful."

"I know that Qiu Feng revealed the news to me. It seems that his life is not easy. He has been forced to a certain point by Lu Yu's. Perhaps he can see Lu Yu's conspiracy and even seize the position of a slave owner. In this way, the clan also has strength secretly, and can use the slave hall to develop the tribe."

...

Luoxia Mountain, Stone Temple.

Xia Tuo woke up from his practice, he was comprehending the rhyme of the thunder, and the thunder rhyme of the Kuilei mountain range was very abundant, and now his thunder destructive rhyme was almost finished.

Condensed, he got up and left the stone temple, preparing to return to the tribe to see how Qiao'er was doing.

After leaving Luoxia Peak, he first went to Desolate Niu Peak to find Kuilei the third elder Kui Lei, and then he left Kuilei tribe only after he had gone out.

After leaving the Kuilei tribe, he kept going east but not north.

I don’t know why, the Liaoshan mountain range in the south of the Tuze Wasteland seems to have become the boundary of several great uncles. Except for the high-class tribes on both sides of the mountain range, the uncle’s forces did not penetrate deep to the north of Liaoshan.

boom!

After finding a city, he would follow his tail and flick into a stone workshop. Only a warrior who had just been promoted to the Divine Tibetan Realm, he easily hammered him, and Xia Tuo returned home with peace of mind.