The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Qinglong water.

The vast expanse of the water and the huge waves surging to the sky, Xia Tuo stepped into the air and plunged into the water, heading in the direction where the old man was. In the silent bottom, a group of large and small turtle shells lay on the bottom of the water, covered with thick moss.

Xia Tuo looked at these turtle shells, shook his head, suppressed the various thoughts in his heart, and the crisis came. Whether he could use the power of the bastard was related to the survival of the tribe.

"You dare to come!"

"You dare to come!"

...

"You dare to come."

...

The next moment, an old voice rang out from the bottom of the water, followed by the same voices, undulating, shaking Xia Tuo's ears.

The Jiujia old tortoise was incarnate hundreds of thousands, each of which was his own, and each tortoise was like having a meeting, croaking.

A hundred-foot-long Jiujiayun looked at Xia Tuo with a strange light in his eyes.

Xia Tuo didn't talk nonsense, and said, "Let's make a deal."

"With you, make a deal with my ancestors?"

Jiujiayun has a deep disdain. He has been ups and downs for tens of thousands of years, traversing the wild land, and assisting a generation of dragons. Even if the turtle falls into the water now, he is not a warrior of the gods and can talk to him. Price.

"Nine generations of Jumang, are you qualified?"

Hearing this, Jiujiayuan fell silent. The reason why he stopped last time was because of the appearance of the God Lord Jumang. As an old guy who has lived for a long time, he knows the secrets that many creatures in the wild land don't know.

Innate God Lord!

According to the legend, the innate divine lord, who should have fallen into the Longhan era, reappears on the mainland, and there must be something mysterious.Fortunately, I didn't kill the guy in front of me last time, otherwise the Jumang Totem would go crazy, and he would definitely be unlucky. After all, the Xiaojumang was also a Jumang, and the innate personality was there.

Seeing Jiujiayun's silence, Xia Tuo took out the cyan beads that Wuwu had gathered with the power of totem, and threw it towards Laoyun, and was absorbed by an invisible force, suspended in front of Jiujiayun's eyes.

"The power of the innate totem."

A strange color flashed in Jiujia's eyes, the small beads were not big, but the power contained in them made him notice the difference.

Sure enough, it once again confirmed that Xia Tuo's words were true, with a totem sentence behind him.

"This bead, in exchange for you to make a shot, my tribe has encountered a supernatural power realm powerhouse."

Too lazy to talk nonsense, Xia Tuo continued.

After groaning for a moment, Jiujiayu made a sound, opened his mouth, and swallowed the cyan bead into his mouth.

At the same time, a blue light appeared on the body of a small Jiujiayu who was no more than five meters in size. The blue light was intertwined like a big net, and it collided with a vaguely blue dragon and a big net.

The dragon roars, the blue light is like electricity, and there is a blue thunder arc exploding between the collisions. Xiao Jiu Jiayun's eyes are full of ferociousness, and he is constantly struggling, and his body is constantly violent with black runes. The ghost of Jiayu.

"broken!"

Click!

In an instant, the blue light shattered, the dragon shadow collapsed, and Xiao Jiujiayun's light was disillusioned, and there was no slightest fluctuation, as if he were dead.

This scene frightened Xia Tuo and killed a Jiujiayu. This is crazy.

Hum!

The next moment, a black light appeared on the silent little Jiujiao, and an illusory turtle shadow appeared. At first the phantom was still entangled with Xiaojiujiao, as if it were difficult to separate, and waited until the illusory turtle shadow peeled off. , Quickly condensed into an entity, wandering with a faint blue light, isolating the Qi.

"You go."

After all, Xia Tuo only felt a surging force coming, encumbering him and the newborn Xiao Jiujiayu and flew out of the water. The sky was surging, and it appeared on the south bank of Qinglong Water in the blink of an eye.

"Old Loach~~~"

In the depths of the water, the number of Jiujiayun was not small, but the aura of Xiaojiujiayun who had been stripped of a figure was completely silent.

For a time, the waters became deeper.

...

On the south bank of Qinglong River, Xia Tuo looked at the five-meter-sized Jiujiayun in front of him, his abrupt body trembled, and he felt a big crisis passing by in a daze.

This is not considered a firefighting with a salary, in order to solve the immediate trouble, it caused a bigger trouble.

Qinglong Shuijun!

An old dragon who got his way in the early Chiming era.

...

I shook my head and suppressed the ups and downs in my heart. Wherever there is something left and right, everything has been done. If you can't get past the hurdle in front of you, you will be completely dead and talk about what to do later.

"You regret it."

Jiujiayun on the side felt the ups and downs in Xia Tuo's heart, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of meaning.

"It's best for you to be able to resist the supernatural power realm right now, otherwise even if you walk out of Qinglong Water and avoid Qinglong Water Lord's insight, it will be a death."

Xia Tuo stepped out and landed directly on the tortoise shell of Jiujia.

"Ok."

This scene made Jiujiayuan's expression stagnant. Although he looked like when he was young, the soul in his body was an old monster that had been up and down for a long time. He had never been a mount for anyone.

"Do you know what happened to the guy who once wanted me to be a mount?"

Feeling the silence of Xia Tuo on his back, Jiujiayuan's eyes splashed fiercely, and then gradually eased down, walking and looking, now he still needs to use the power of innate totem to cover his aura and avoid Dragon Palace's investigation.

Although Ju Mang was in his infancy, his innate position was there, and the physical strength he had escaped right now was not strong. As long as he stayed stable, he would be safe to escape the investigation of the Dragon Palace.

Having been suppressed underwater for more than 30,000 years, he is not at all anxious to avenge him. As a turtle clan, the biggest advantage is patience.

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Tribe Tianlu Mountain.

Xia Tuo returned and saw that the tribe was safe and sound. He was relieved. Fortunately, he rushed back. In fact, it took him only half a day to go back and forth to Qinglongshui. It can be said that he was desperately rushing. Lao Wang Ba breathed out and sent directly to the shore.

Xia Tuo is still confident about whether Jiujiayuan can withstand the Divine Passage Realm. After all, this old guy has been ups and downs for a long time, and no one knows what means is hidden.

In order to cope with the offensive of Luoshuibo's tribe, the entire Daxia tribe has shrunk its clan strength, and all the tribesmen outside have returned to the mountain. As for the large and small tribes outside, they have given up.

When these tribes informed Luoshuibo's ministry, they were destined to be on the opposite side of the tribe, and these tribes would be better off.

Before the strong of Luoshui Boss arrived, Xia Tuo entered the spiritual veins under Tianlu Mountain and began to heal his injuries with middle-grade aura. However, Luoshui Boss appeared in just one day.

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Tuze Wasteland.

The huge dragon rush is in the sky, and the four-headed flood beasts are rolling in with the wind and clouds, wrapped in the airflow of thousands of miles.

In Long Huzhong, he developed the universe and the sky, and the master of Luoshui tribe sat cross-legged.

Wearing a white robe, the chest is engraved with the Luoshui Qinglin Flood Dragon Totem, with scattered white hair hanging on his shoulders, his face is red.

Below him, there are two figures sitting cross-legged, one is the high priest, and the other is the wounded grandma Longzhang. Now he has stopped his injuries, and even the broken divine orifice has been taken. The dragon blood fruit is stable, and it only takes time to regenerate, and there is a chance of recovery.

Based on this alone, one can see how vigorous the Luoshui tribe's background is.

In front of the High Priest of Luoshui, there is a nine-faced dragon gilt dragon bone tower. The tower is nine-fold high, with dragon tendons as the core and dragon blood as the material, and the jumping flame is a dragon's shadow.

The high priest was thinking of obscure spells, and he kept playing magic tricks in his hands. The flames in the tower jumped more and more quickly. He took out a keel bottle from his arms. After opening it, there was a piercing roar. The soul fell into the flame and was swallowed by the flame dragon shadow.

"Sacrifice!"

After sacrificing the soul, the witch print on the center of the high priest's eyebrows bloomed with divine light.

Hum!

In an instant, the dragon lantern that had swallowed thousands of souls, obviously containing dragon blood and souls as fuel, gradually began to extinguish, and the beating became more and more rapid, and the surrounding area covered by the flames began to glow with blood, as if the blood curtain opened.

puff!

At this moment, the dragon lantern flame disappeared, and the blood curtain died.

"High priest, how?"

"Is it bad or good?"

The high priest looked up and looked at the extinguished keel tower, with a glimmer of stagnation in his eyes.

"Patriarch."

For a moment, both of them looked at the Luoshui clan leader.

"Sure enough, there is a big secret."

The Luoshui clan master groaned softly, with interest in his eyes. It was another Kuilei tribe, but it was a pity that he was not Linghe in Luoshui.

The Da Xia Department severely injured the Longzhang mother, and even wanted to seize the power of the slave hall with Luoshui Bo's. A high-class tribe dared to offend the majesty of Luoshui. If Luoshui did not take action, he would inevitably be ridiculed by the tribes in the northwest region. .

How can there be no secrets in the sudden rise of a little-known clan?

The Luoshui tribe shot, and the heels and feet of the Daxia Ministry were unreservedly turned out. A tribe that had gathered scattered people for only three to four decades had developed into such a situation.

If not all the collected news were in front of him, Luo He couldn't believe it. He even suspected that this so-called Daxia Buddhism must have been inherited by the Wangu Bo Bu.

At that time, Wangubo's department was in the northwest of Megatron, and its momentum was close to the gods of Tianhou Mountain, and it was known as the first quasi-hou department of the northwestern region.

Even Luohe couldn't take it lightly for the inheritance of Eternal Uncle Bu.

"Elder Longzhang, can Luo Jiaowei come?"

"Five hundred Luojiaowei has arrived outside the Wangu Mountain, and the Kaishan and Tianmai in the surrounding tribes have also been conscripted together."

"It was passed that Luo Jiaowei blocked the Eternal Mountain Range, and no one could run out!"

When the voice fell, Luo He's figure had disappeared in Long Hu.

Stepping into the sky, the mountains and rivers and the land were straddling in an instant, Luohe's figure appeared outside Tianlu Mountain, looking at the Daxia tribe surrounded by purple pillars.

There was a sense of surprise in his eyes. It was strange that a high-class tribe also gave birth to clan luck. What happened to the Northwest Territory recently? First, there was Kuilei and Daxia.

Such a tribe with great potential, whether it is due to previous conflicts or neighboring regions, is doomed to not be able to make good friends, so it can only destroy many future troubles.

Today is the right time. Once such a tribe starts, it must be beaten to death with a stick.