The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

No wonder Xia Tuo was cautious. In fact, if he had the strength, he would do the same to kill the leader of the hostile force. This method of beheading would save much trouble, so why not do it.

As the weaker right now, he is very self-aware of himself. It is best not to happen to this kind of thing. If he treats the gentleman's belly like a villain, once it happens, he will cry without crying.

"and many more."

After thinking about it, he went on to say: "I won't bring the cavalry anymore. Let's go with Fat Elder. Our Daxia tribe is weak and everyone knows it."

He and the fat brother did not hinder the running faster.

...

After the arrangements were made, the two left the Eternal Mountain Range and headed towards the Linghe Clan.

"Ling He retreats to Lingyang Mountain these years, and the tribes dare not venture into Lingyang Mountain. They are afraid of trapped beasts and fight. I heard that there is a witch formation in Lingyang Mountain?"

Xia Tuo said, he and the fat brother were heading towards the southwest without worrying at all.

"Yes, it's called the Mountain and Water Wind Formation. It is based on the three mysteries of earth, water, and wind. It can evolve into a triple killing formation and rank high in the earth.

Fat brother took his words, he knew all this clearly.

"I heard that this large formation was dug out from a tribal monument when Linghe was standing by the clan. It was originally a sky formation, but Linghe is not good at home and has not been completely restored."

"Why can't we dig up treasures from the ancient ruins?" Hearing that, Xia Tuo thought of the guys in his own collection hall. Over the past ten years, he had dug several tribal ruins in the eternal area, all of them were small tribes.

Thinking of the inheritance of the formation method from the little bit of his family, his patriarch felt stunned.

...

Lingyang Mountain.

Once the tribe of Linghebo in the Northwest Territories, mountains and rivers are interdependent, the Linghe in front of the Lingyang Mountain is billowing, and the mountains are verdant, purple and full of vitality.

Nowadays, Lingyang Mountain is filled with a heavy gloomy mist, the water in the Linghe outside the mountain is black and exudes rancid air, and there is no crisp bird crying in the mountain.

The Lingyang Mountain with a radius of eight hundred miles is as silent as a dead place. Sometimes people can see people walking in the mountains, but they are still quiet.

Lingyang Peak in the center of Lingyang Mountain, this is the core area of ​​Linghe Bo's Department. At this time, it was noon, and the sun shrouded the earth, but it could not dispel the chill here.

In the Linghe Hall, there was a ray of strong demon aura. In front of the door were two demon generals standing like great apes. In the main hall, on the stone bed, the wandering demon with nine fox heads was lying on the table. , The eyes of the nine heads are all squinted, seeming to be resting.

"Lord."

A figure with a pointed mouth monkey cheek walked outside the hall, half kneeling on the ground.

"The great formation is fully in hand, even if the human beings in the supernatural power stage attack Lingyang Mountain, they can drag it for a day or two."

The long spirit chanted softly, the words fell, quietly waiting for the silent figure above.

After a long time, the long, narrow eyes of the middle head of the crocodile lying on the top opened and closed, bursting with a strange purple light, he got up and walked out of the hall, into a cave deep in the mountain.

The cave is just below the Lingyang Peak. There are still rocks piled up at the entrance of the cave, and there are messy excavation marks on the cave wall, which were obviously dug out recently.

Violet light glowed on the four feet of Panwa, and his whole body was walking one foot away from the ground, and the water stains and blood from the bottom of the cave could not be contaminated.

The cave is very deep and deep. The more you move towards the depths, the cold and bloody aura becomes stronger. The stone walls on both sides are inlaid with heads, and the heavenly spirit opens and burns flames to disperse the darkness in the cave.

At the end of the cave is a big cave sky, and on the ground and surrounding walls, there are a series of curved witch patterns, which are intertwined like eyes.

Within the cave, bloody air filled their noses, and the monsters who were like apes were busy, either holding three-foot-sized crystal bloodstones in their arms, or busy pouring a pool of blood into the hole dug out around them. Then the demon pattern was stimulated, and the bright blood burst out.

I turned a blind eye to this worm,

The animal bone pillars are ten feet high, and there are ten in total. Each of them is locked with a chain. Not only that, there are two crescent-like hooks on the animal bone pillars, which pierce the shoulders from the back and hook each A person with shoulders.

The ten pillars are locked by the elders of Linghe's elders and other high-level people. Among the largest bone pillars in the middle is the Linghe clan leader, an old man with a white beard, wrinkled face, and free breath.

On both sides of the Linghe Clan Lord are the Great Elder and the High Priest, and beyond, there are Young Master Linghe and other elders, all of whom are not bad are stuck in this cave.

Pinwei came to the Linghe Clan Master, narrowed his eyes, looking at the Linghe Clan Master with his head down.

"Have you thought about it?"

The immature voice of the child rang into the ears of the Linghe clan master. The old man's body trembled lightly, struggling, and the beast bone scimitars that pierced through his shoulders instantly burst into fascinating purple patterns, stimulating the whole body like purple electricity, making him lift all over his body. Can not afford the slightest blood.

Not only that, in his spiritual world, there is a rune like a nine-tailed fox to suppress.

"Bah~~"

A mouthful of blood was spit out, and the hoarse voice of the Linghe clan master sounded, and there was no bright color in his eyes.

"Shemales are not equal, kill my race, destroy my tribe~~~"

"You have to understand that even if I don't come, your tribe won't last long. Human races have always liked infighting. When Linghe is weak, it becomes the fat in the eyes of the surrounding people, and they all want to rush to take a bite."

Pin Wei then said softly: "I can let you re-establish your clan on this land, let you take revenge, and destroy all the tribes that are unkind to Linghe."

"Bah~~"

Another spit out of blood.

puff!

In front of Huanwei, there was an invisible barrier deriving from it, blocking the blood, and there was a sharp look in its eyes.

"You are stubborn, if you continue like this, not only will you die, but your people will have no chance of reincarnation."

At this moment, Linghe Clan Lord's eyes closed, as if he had passed out now.

"Find death, I will fulfill you."

After speaking, two purple rays of purple light splashed out of the eyes of Pintail, intertwined to form a demon talisman, and fell on the Linghe clan master.

"Ah~~~"

In an instant, the Linghe clan lord twitched all over, his wrinkled face was as hideous as a ghost, and the talisman culture in the spiritual world bit his soul for a monster shadow of leech.

This kind of pain can't be avoided, even if it is in the supernatural power state, it is unbearable.

Watching the Linghe clan master twitching on the white bone pillar, the white bone scimitar that pierced his shoulders was continuously cutting the blood bone, a flash of comfort flashed in the eyes of the phoenix.

The human race in front of him is really hard and bones. After being worn here for nearly ten years, he still refuses to surrender to him.

"Tu~~my race~~~ descendants, kill~~my son~~min..."

Linghe Clan Master’s words are already incomprehensible. Although he is a supernatural power realm, he is the weakest among the tribe masters of the northwestern tribes. However, the supernatural power realm is only one level, and he has lived for nearly a thousand years.

As a supernatural power realm, he had five or six hundred years to live at this age. He was cursed when he was promoted to the supernatural power realm. He spent a lot of vitality to smooth the curse and lost the opportunity to go further.

In addition, the Linghebo tribe’s power was deteriorating, and he suffered heavy injuries. He was exhausted and his mind was further affected. In the suppression of the Kuilei tribe, he was severely injured by the old Kui Niu of the Kuilei tribe, directly detonating his strong support body.

The tribal luck fell, and his injuries were added, otherwise the big demon in front of him would not have a chance to enter the Linghe clan.

Hum!

Seeing the Linghe clan master still yelling, Linghe once again knocked down the demon talisman, aggravating the torture of the Linghe clan lord in front of him, since he came to the border wasteland, this was the first time he saw such a tough human clan.

"Master, something is happening outside the mountain."

At this moment, the voice of Changling came from outside the stone room, and the narrow and narrow eyes of Linghe gave the Linghe clan master a fierce look, then turned and walked outside.

Uh~~ah~~

The head of the Linghe clan, who was full of demon patterns blooming, and suffering from both soul and body, had blood vomiting at the corner of his mouth.

His gaze looked towards the beast bone pillars standing around, and every figure had lost its life. Among them were his bloodline and the elders of the clan, none of them could withstand the torture of the great demon.

Under the disheveled hair, looking at the widow who left, a pair of eyes flashed with resentment, and one of them flashed away, returning to the lifeless look.

...

On a low hillside to the northeast of Lingyang Mountain, Xia Tuo sighed as he looked at the mountains covered by dark clouds.

"The leaks in the house happen to be rainy." He groaned softly, then added another sentence, saying: "Misfortune never comes singly."

The uncle, such a situation is sad.

These two sentences perfectly interpret the Linghe Bobe now, and it can even be said that there is no Linghebo in the northwestern land.

"The world is impermanent, and the ups and downs are normal." The fat brother replied. As a descendant of the ancient race, passing on forever, he really hasn't tasted the taste of family ruin.

"The key is that Linghe is ups and downs..."

The dark clouds enveloped the mountain range of eight hundred miles, the purple qi had already disappeared at all, the totem god phantom disappeared, and Ling He fell this time, really can't get up.

"Let's wait to see who is coming."

Xia Tuo was not going to go to Lingyang Mountain, but was going to wait to see who had arrived.

Roar!

Above the sky, a beast roar sounded, accompanied by the thunder falling like a sky drum and thunder, a kui cow surrounded by purple electricity and silver light, every time it fell, it spanned hundreds of miles, just still in the sky, in the blink of an eye Just appeared close.

"Lord Xia."

Above Kui Niu, Kui Leiyue sat cross-legged, and a strong aura of destruction hit his face.

This Kui Niu was not the old Kui Niu of the Kuilei tribe, but a Lord-level Kui Niu, but its strength should not be underestimated.

"Lei Clan Lord, long time no see."

Xia Tuo arched his hands towards Kuileiyue from the air. There was a bull in the air. There was still a strong wind in the Laozi tribe. Did I ride out to show off?

Bah, broken bull!