The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Xia tribe.

In the morning light, a faint purple light was scattered above the sky, and then it scattered towards the mountains and wilds of thousands of miles. Between the same undulating mountains, there was vitality rising and converging towards Tianlu Mountain.

The illusory purple gas converged into an illusory column of gas, which appeared in the sky above Tianlu Mountain, like a huge mountain tripod with a stick of purple scent, which continued to collapse and converge.

In the middle of the Tianlu Mountain, Xia Tuo sat cross-legged, the mountain breeze roared, feeling the vitality from all directions of the Eternal Mountain Range, whether it was his understanding of Taoism or the cultivation of fighting spirit, he was much faster.

A few years ago, Wuwu told him the scene of the first-class tribe in the Longhan era, which has always been in his heart. The fertile fields are thousands of miles, the tribes are millions, the spiritual veins are vertical, the mountains are like clusters, and the lakes are like mirrors. The tribe can do the same.

The tribe of Jumang God as a totem should be so strong, this is the basic operation.

Now, the Xia tribe has the reality of the superior tribe, and it is not yet the name of the superior tribe. It is time for everything.

His eyes closed slightly, and the purple energy that was lingering above Tianlu Mountain in an instant turned into a wave of wind and attacked his body, and the rich purple light wrapped him in it.

In his perception, the purple energy was dissipating, which is expected. After all, the tribe has not established a fetish to suppress the air luck. Even the Qiyun of the Bobu is fading, as long as the speed of aggregation is far faster than the flow. Speed, then the tribe’s luck will go down.

Surrounded by the purple race in the depths, the perception of the rules of heaven and earth is also deepening.

Tweeted!

The blue light was like electricity, and the purple Ling Qingluan bird flew to Tianlu Mountain and called to Xia Tuo. He woke up from the silence, the purple gas dispersed and returned to the surrounding illusory purple gas sea.

"what's going on?"

...

Summer park.

"How is the injury?"

Xia Tuo looked at the evil spirit with undulating aura, with concern in his eyes, and a torn wound on the left shoulder of the evil spirit was exposed, with blood gurgling and a trace of evil spirit.

Moxie traveled to the Fengchuan Region for three months, but he did not expect that this return would be severely damaged.

"It's okay, there are injuries on that end, so I can escape back."

Even if it was severely injured, the evil spirit's face was still cold, and it seemed that he was not injured.

"Ling Zhu comes from the elder Dianqing Liu."

First gave a command to Qingyu who was standing by, Xia Tuo then asked the evil spirit: "How do you say, Xingru is injured?"

Moxie shook his head lightly, and then said: "I don't know, when I found Xingru's lair, he was lying on his stomach in the cold pool cave to recover."

Hearing this, Xia Tuo's eyes showed thoughts. The Wangu Mountain range happened to be at a corner protruding from the northwestern region of the border, and the surrounding areas were all prominent parts of this region.

To the south, the three regions of Cangshui, Tuze, and Fengchuan are the boundaries, and if you leave these three regions and go south, you will walk out of the most prominent corner of the northwestern frontier.

This area is about 30,000 to 40,000 li. The north and east of this corner are all Qinglongshui. Only after crossing Cangshui, Tuze, and Fengchuan, is a large wilderness land going south to east.

Back then, these places belonged to the clan category of the Wangu Bo tribe. The weird thing is that since the Wan Gu Bo tribe was destroyed, this area has not reached out for the Bo tribe. Is this normal?

Absolutely not normal!

Looking at the present Linghe uncle's department, before it completely collapsed, four or five uncles were incited to take action, and by the way, with hidden forces, they all shot.

Why didn't Hobbu not reach out for this area of ​​Eternal Age for so long?

Is it out of reach?

Are you kidding me, are there wolves that don't eat meat?

In the Tuze Wasteland, the Black Crow Tribe has been pretending to be a tiger, but Luoshuibo in the south has turned a blind eye to it.

Xia Tuo has always felt that this is related to the demon, but he has no evidence.

Junru may be a good breakthrough.

Soon Qingliu hurried over and showed the evil spirits to see the injuries. In fact, for the warrior himself, the injuries could be cultivated by his own fighting spirit, but the evil spirits were injured by the evil spirits, and the evil spirits penetrated into the body and needed to be cleaned up.

"For the time being, we will meet this big demon in some time."

After Moxie left, Xia Tuo said to Qingyu, who was waiting at the left and right, "Send an order to the Baicao Palace to take a hundred-year elixir and send it to the Moxie elder to heal his injuries."

"Yes."

...

Half a month later, the Wangu Mountain Range in the southwest winds.

Several figures stood on a wasteland, the sky was howling the wind, and the weeds were as high as ten feet high. Looking around, the world was vast.

"Xiaoru's hiding place is in an underwater cave in the Heishui River."

The evil voice sounded and said to Xia Tuo.

Xia Tuo listened quietly, no wonder the Shadow Palace couldn't find Xingru's trace over the years, and it was so tightly hidden.

"This time we have to catch it."

After that, he instructed the four figures behind him, this time Qingling, Jian Lian, Qiao'er and Moxie came with him to Fengchuan Region, and the little demon Lili followed to see if it could be used. on.

According to what Li Li said at the beginning, Fengru came with Demon Uncle Wuwei Hao, and Wuwei Hao could not go back to the Demon Realm, so he could only lie down here.

The lifespan of a demon is much stronger than that of the human demon of the same level. The human gods can have five hundred lifespan. Once a demon is promoted to the demon storage, he can have at least eight hundred lifespans. Some guys with high talents and bloodlines, life It can even break a thousand.

Heaven and Earth favored the demon, but it also deprived the demon in another aspect. For example, it was much harder for the demon clan to be promoted than the human clan, otherwise the wild land demon would not only be making waves in the southern regions.

Now it has been seven or eight hundred years since Uncle Demon Wuwei Hao died, and Xuanru is still in the Demon Storage Realm. According to reason, this great Demon should not have much life left.

Black water cold pool.

In the Heishui River, an underground cave can evolve within a day, with a cool atmosphere blowing in the cave, standing smooth as white jade-like molten rocks, in the middle of the cave, a cold pool is as large as the size, exuding a faint chill, and the aura follows the chill. Constantly emerging from the pool.

The white jade stone wall is paved by the cold lake, and the spiritual energy turns into droplets to surround the outside. On the stone wall sits a figure, which looks like a deer with a white tail. There are two hooves in the limbs like horses, but two of them are human-like. Four antlers on his head.

At this moment, Xing Ru was sitting cross-legged with a weird appearance, breathing in and out, taking the spiritual energy from the cold pool into his body. His face was like a deer, his beard and hair on his jaw were white, and there was a rotten breath permeating his body.

call!

I don't know how long it has been before, Xingru opened his eyes. There is no sharpness in his eyes, but there are vicissitudes of life. More than half a month ago, a human race suddenly broke in and was injured by him and fled. He always felt unsure in his heart.

He was a little bit reluctant after leaving the cold pool. Without this cold pool, he should have died long ago. He is one thousand and two hundred years old. His cultivation is in the early stage of the Demon Tibetan Realm, comparable to the triple powerhouse of the Human Divine Tibetan Realm. .

Even if the life of the demon is longer than that of the human clan, his blood is not noble. It is a great good fortune to live to one thousand and two hundred years old.

The Junru clan is not a big clan in the Demon Territory, and it is not even a small clan. It is similar to the scattered tribes on the human land. The small number does not form a clan, so he would follow the demon uncle to share a piece of the pie. .

No matter how brutal the internal fighting between the big clans of the demon was so brutal, the demon uncle came here, and was cursed to death by the lich in the demon. He could curse the demon uncle, he couldn’t even think about it. .

It is conceivable that the demon uncle's hundreds of thousands of people, the arrival of the wind and dust, just fell on the territory occupied by the , and belched, what a sad thing.

Not to mention that the small place also involved the competition between the two king races of the Yao Yao and the ferocious demons. No matter how downright the Yao race was, the ancestors were also the race that had walked out of the Demonic King.

If he knew this, he shouldn't have come to drip this muddy water. This area is only tens of thousands of miles, or the northwest corner of the wasteland, the horns are in the middle of the horns, and there is nothing to fight for, the distance to the demon realm is vast, how can he go back?

The journey is far away, and there is a great chance that his strength will die on the road. The strong humans don’t mind picking up a pair of demon skins to make a robe. The monsters in the demon domain are naturally cold, and often they will watch the same kind be killed without the slightest fluctuation. .

...

"That's it, the cold pool cave sky is at the bottom of the water, and there is an enchantment at the entrance of the cave.

Moxie pointed to the wide Heishui River and said.

"Summon the big demon, so as not to destroy the Dongtian cold pool."

Xia Tuo's words caused several women standing in several directions to cover their mouths and chuckle. Before the big demon had cleaned it up, he had to take back the cold pool where they lived.

The cold pool with spiritual energy, obviously there are spiritual veins in the depths of the cold pool, Xia Tuo is naturally reluctant to destroy it, this is the family property of the Xia tribe.

Seeing the evil spirits about to do something, Qiao'er said hurriedly: "I'm coming."

Then she struck a witch mark with both hands, revealing a cyan dragon shadow, rushing out of ten meters in size and disappearing into the water.

boom!

After a short while, there was an explosion over the Heishui River, and the demon spirit exploded, sweeping across the square, and a black and white figure appeared on the water.

Cang!

In an instant, several figures lined up in four directions, surrounding Xingru, Xia Tuo saw four people in one direction, and there was nothing wrong with him.

"That, don't beat me to death."

With a light cough, he solemnly ordered.

"I know Uncle."

Following this, the crescent moon witch mark on Qiao'er's eyebrows suddenly enlarged and turned into the size of Zhang Xu. On top of the moon shadow, there was a blue dragon shadow entrenched, directly facing Xuanru's suppression.

Cang!

Followed by the shadows of a few swords, penetrating the void and heading towards Xingrudong.

Come up and fight!

It directly made Xiangru a little stunned. What kind of background is this? How can the human race be more barbaric than the beast.

He didn't dare to be careless, and he let out a roar, and his whole body was dancing wildly, like the feet of a human hand, and suddenly the sky blew up and the water splashed everywhere.

There was fierceness in a pair of eyes, and the big hands like horseshoes wanted to strike Qiaoer witchcraft first.

Rumble!

The witch seal broke and turned into a sky full of brilliance and exploded. A large part of it was dissipated by Xuanru, and naturally fell on him. After the witchcraft, he was blocked by the sword light of the sword.