The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Under the night, in the depths of the Luolong Mountain Range, a god-passing realm was just as dead by a Wu Zun. Fat brother, as a witness, watched the whole process.

It has to be said that Yunlan Mountain's Lao Lao is weaker than the enemy. He is tightly bound. If he doesn't make a move, he will kill his opponent.

Of course, in the Witch Venerable Peak Realm, it took a lot of money to kill a supernatural power realm, and he had damaged several pieces of witchcraft alone.

These witchcraft are his accumulative praise for many years, in order to deal with the pursuit from the Longbo Holy Land, almost all the accumulation was exhausted.

In the depths of the mountains, the suspended black tower was overflowing with halo, and gradually shrunk to the size of a foot, revealing the youth who had been suppressed into a mass of blood and bones underneath. His body was one and a half feet tall torn apart, and he could not die again. .

Hum!

Immediately afterwards, there was a faint yellow light overflowing, turning into smoke and flying, and reappearing like a young man. This was the only soul calmer. As a supernatural power realm strong, the soul had already transformed.

With a touch of regret and unwillingness in the youth's eyes, he stared at Yunlan Mountain firmly.

"The people I want to kill in Uncle Long's Holy Land cannot escape!"

"Humph."

Yunlan Mountain snorted coldly, holding a black tower in his hands. The guy in front of him was not the first warrior from Longbo Holy Land he had killed. He was spotted by Longbo Holy Land not long after he returned from Zhu Rongyu.

In order to kill him, the Holy Land sent two supernatural powers. He relied on the power of the witch sect remaining in his witch seal to kill one of them. Then he was forced to flee while fighting. At this moment, he finally killed the remaining one. .

"You can't see that day."

Murderous intent burst out in Yunlan Mountain's eyes. Even if the Holy Land was powerful, he did not believe in using the magical power realm as a powerhouse. Killing the magical power realm of the two great Longbo Holy Lands did not slow down the murderous intent in his heart.

The young soul shadow was shattered, and the old body shook. From the time when the first Long Uncle Holy Land Divine Passage was killed, he was already traumatized, and he was about to be unable to support it right now.

Wu Yin Zhong Mingzong is bleak, and the core of the Horcrux Soul Tower is cracked, but he does not regret that Long Bo Holy Land killed his relatives. Even if he fights this old fate, he will bite a piece of meat in Long Bo Holy Land. Come.

If he could kill another supernatural power, he would not believe that Long Bo Sacred Land would not feel distressed.

...

At this time, thousands of miles south of the Luolong Mountain Range, on the top of a hill, a purple halo floats, and the blue silk is like a waterfall. The body exposed outside the purple robe is as white as a god jade, and the sun shines with purple light. The figure remains independent of the world.

On the white forehead, the crescent moon witch print overflowed, an illusory figure in a long skirt was glowing in the witch print, and the eyes were filled with endless purple air.

For a while, it seemed that this purple figure was left in the entire mountain.

Yuehua, cold.

...

"Crack!"

Thousands of miles away, the fat brother took a bite of the spirit fruit, and was stunned for a while. He looked into the distance and saw the purple light thousands of miles away under the night, with an incredible touch in his eyes.

"Qiaoer~"

After returning to his senses, he tried to shout.

This has also changed so much. The figure that appeared in his eyes at this moment was like a goddess coming to the world, and her eyes were like stars, exuding a kind of coldness, making the mountains and starry sky pale.

This was more than a bit different from the charming and smart Qiao'er in the memory. What happened?

By the way, how could Qiao'er appear here.

Don't blame Fat Brother for being a little gaffe, Qiao'er's appearance has changed so much, if he can still feel the familiar breath, it's like a different person.

Yunlan Mountain looked at the young woman volleying in the distance, with purple lotus growing at her feet, and a sorrowful step in the witch print on the center of her eyebrows, clearly telling him that this is a witch sect, and he has reached this level. Over.

Thousands of miles away, a few breaths came to the front while the jade feet moved lightly, and the cold breath made the mountains under the moon night even more cold.

"Qiaoer."

Now the fat brother didn't care about hiding, and threw the spirit fruit and ran out. In fact, he didn't fully restrain his aura while following Yunlan Mountain all the way.

"Fat brother, people always grow up."

Qiao'er tilted her head slightly, looking at the fat brother who ran out, her voice was ethereal, a little colder, and a bit less agile.

understanding.

Hearing the conversation between Fat Brother and Qiao'er, Yun Lanshan reacted.

"This has changed a little too much~"

The fat brother shook his head slightly, and he also noticed the fate of the Qiaoer Wu Yin, which was a sign of the Wuzong realm.

It means that he has found his own soul fate. There is no doubt that Qiao'er's change comes from the soul fate at the center of his eyebrows, but he does not know what kind of changes he has experienced in the process of transforming witch fate.

"Fat elder, don't come here unharmed, I didn't expect that the powerful supernatural power realm would have such a hobby."

Hearing the strange voice of Yunlan Mountain's yin and yang, the fat brother twitched, and then returned to normal. He knew that Yunlan Mountain was talking about him following him.

What's that? Fat brother doesn't admit it anyway.

What Yunlan Mountain has done in the past year is under his eyes, including the killing of two supernatural powers. Among them, he has seen many dangerous situations in his eyes, and he did not help.

His ultimate goal was to see the holy land of Longbo, what is it sacred, but unfortunately he only saw two tall guys.

But I didn't expect the plan to keep up with the changes, Qiao'er this girl didn't know where it came out.

"Deacon Yun is really strong and strong, and his shots are extraordinary."

He arched his hand at Yunlan Mountain, and the fat brother looked at Qiao'er. As the Great Priest of Daxia, Qiao'er's presence here is no coincidence.

Hum!

Qiao'er's white jade hand spread out, and a piece of god gold like red copper appeared in the palm of his palm, and then the purple light scorched and fell towards the broken bones below.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the red copper trembling lightly, causing ripples to fall, causing the young man's blood to oscillate, and wisps of blood rose, and a little gold in his blood rose.

Little golden light, gathered into an illusory smoke, about a foot long, fingers thick and thin, like a small snake, stirring the void and fluctuating, exuding a mysterious and mysterious aura.

The golden smoke rose and fell in the air, and then evolved like a nebula. In a short while, there was a scene of an ancient mountain and river. There were giants in the mountains level with the top, stepping in the sky, chasing the stars and the moon.

puff!

In the blink of an eye, the illusory scene was shattered, and the golden light turned into chaos again, annihilated in the world.

"The air of luck."

Then the fat man frowned, his look a little ugly.

Qi luck does not mean that there is only purple. Qi luck changes endlessly. It may even be bloody. This varies from person to person, from tribe to tribe. Shencai is only an external form of expression. Qi luck is true. Mystery comes from deep fantasy.

Qiao'er took the copper back, frowning her eyebrows, and then stretched out.

"What did you find?"

Fat brother groaned softly, Qiaoer shook his head lightly, and then said: "I want to return to the tribe."

"Deacon Yun, I have also heard about Huanglongcheng, but you even cut the two magical powers of the Holy Land. The Holy Land will never give up. I think the first thing to do is to heal the injury. Only if you have a useful body, you can get revenge."

After listening to Fat Brother's words, Yunlan Mountain nodded, but the frontier was so big that he didn't know where he could go, and he could easily be found by the means of Uncle Long's Holy Land.

"Farewell."

Without any more words, Yunlan Mountain moved towards the distance.

In the end, Fat Brother didn't say anything to keep him, and two supernatural power realm powerhouses could appear casually, so that such enemies would not be provoked.

Watching Yunlan Mountain put away the bones, Qiaoer clicked a finger and picked up a drop of blood into a witch bottle.

"Let's go, let's return to the tribe."

Fat brother decided to go back to the tribe with Qiao'er. Before, he knew Qiao'er must have discovered something, otherwise, who would run into the wild mountains in the middle of the night without problems, but Yunlan Mountain is here, it is impossible to explain.

Another Qiaoer suddenly became like this, he was also a little worried.

As for Yunlan Mountain, where two supernatural powers can die, this old man is definitely at the level of Old Yin Ratio, who knows if there is any trick to suppress the bottom of the box.

The two of them went north without delay.

...

In the extreme west of the border, the vast ancient land is vast and boundless, and the breath of wildness is permeated. There are many mountains, and the extreme miasma is almost condensed into water droplets.

This place is already considered to be the deepest part of the West. For thousands of years, few people have been able to come here. Rift valleys have appeared in the depths of the mountains, and rocks piled up in the rift valleys. There are huge stone people standing in the valley. The weathered cortex has fallen off.

Such stone men are densely packed with thousands of li-long rift valleys, and the whole valley is overflowing with the breath of ancient vicissitudes, and the sky wind is involved in the desolate breath of the deposition when falling from the sky.

Hum!

The stone man of thousands of miles buzzed, bright light appeared above his head, and the interweaving knot broke open a void in the sky. The crystal wall of the world with mixed elements like a chicken loomed in the void in ancient times, and was held by the stone man in the air.

Inside the small world, there are glowing rays of light everywhere, there are giant trees like dragons standing in the sky, and there is a big crack in the sky, just to see the sun's rays from the golden crow on the sky.

In time, a wisp of golden crow real fire fell from the sky, and fell along the big crack to the deepest part of the small world.

In the deepest part of the small world, there is a golden figure sitting cross-legged. The figure is surrounded by nine golden suns. The light is not very flaming, but there is a majestic bank that makes the world change.

In the center of the small world, in a golden hall as high as one thousand feet, there are three golden robe figures overflowing with a surging breath, each one is ten feet high, and the eyes are golden.

"High priest, what happened?"

The sound in the hall was thunderous, and the figure sitting on the tall golden chair in the hall, wearing a golden armor, had aura that turned into a spirit dragon and roamed around his body.

"The ups and downs, the direction and the fall, this is the way of heaven. The borderline has fallen for ten thousand years, and the air luck has been low to the extreme, and it will soon be restored.

The old man wearing a golden robe and embroidered with the pattern of the giant gods, with a golden scepter in his hand is a hundred meters in size, he pondered for a moment, and then said: "The earth has spirits. Since the ancestors have left the vast mountains and rivers, they have lost their chance It takes a lot of setbacks to regain control of luck."

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