The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

The ground in the Palace of Gold is overflowing with golden aura, the aura is like a golden syrup, there is a golden dragon phantom in it through the clouds and mist, and there are faint dragons.

In the breath of the golden armor man above, the air flow rushed into the golden air, revealing a piece of light gold dragon scales inlaid on the golden bricks of the main hall, but one piece was the size of a millstone, forming a complete golden Taoist talisman, until the sun overflowed. Out, evolved the flame dragon shadow.

"Now it's the third great era. When the ancestors left the wild land, they also followed the trend. Now we want to regain control of the mountains and rivers, and it is also in line with the times.

Over the past three generations, many creatures have been fighting for the world and wanting to seize the supreme destiny, but they all ended up in vain. My Longbo clan does not want to be so vague and remote, but only wants to be passed on and not annihilated in the age."

The words of the Jinjia people made the atmosphere in the hall become stagnant. The Longbo clan is very powerful and the bloodline is high, but there are very few true pure-bloods, and the total is less than twenty people, but the Longbo clan will surely gain magical powers once they reach adulthood. It’s also much easier to become a new place than other ethnic groups.

In the Longhan era, in the heyday of the Longbo clan, there was once a king and nine princes. At that time, there were no more than a hundred members of the Longbo clan, and now it can only be remembered in the clan records.

"High priest, in order to break the shackles of the people, we have no choice."

Hearing that, the high priest in the golden witch robe, the golden pupils were groaning.

The situation of the Longbo clan is changing day by day, and it is getting harder and harder for the clan members to practice breakthrough. Now the strength of the clan has fallen to the lowest level in three generations, and the ancestor of the strongest in the clan can't break the realm.

In order to revive the ethnic group, they need to break the game.

In the hall, in addition to the golden armor man and the high priest, there is also a warrior wearing a golden robe. He has not spoken, closed his eyes and rested. At this moment, his eyes are closed, like two golden giants.

"The luck for the recovery of the frontier is not the only thing we are staring at. The Nine Wilderness Regions are the Divine Land, the center of the heaven and the earth, surrounded by golden crows, the laurel moon and the sky, how many stars surround the outside, and how many sacred places and caves rely on us. Although the time when the holy land leaves the wild land varies, there is no doubt that the wild land is the root of everything."

The golden robe warrior spoke lightly, and his eyes were very cold. The Frontier Desolate Clan had been silent to its lowest point in ten thousand years, and it had attracted the powerful people to move around. The seemingly peaceful Frontier was already undercurrents.

"I'm afraid that some people from other regions have already cast their eyes on here. I heard that a mocking wind stele appeared in the northwestern region of the border decades ago. I didn't expect the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land to also come here."

"The Laughing Wind Stele has taken away more than a dozen supernatural power realm masters and demon supernatural power realms in the wild northwest, weakening the power of the human tribe, which is of great benefit to us, why not do it."

Then, the high priest groaned: "Furthermore, this is a wasteland. What kind of moths Tianlong Sacred Land wants to move, not just to face our Longbo Sacred Land.

In order to wait for this opportunity to come, the sacred places of the Bianhuang Caves and Heavens sealed their respective small worlds, and the old guys sealed themselves in the blood crystal coffin. Now someone wants to jump out and pick the fruit, how easy it is."

Hearing this, the golden armor warrior sitting on the head showed a little coldness and said: "Since I dared to do that thousands of years ago, I didn't think I could hide it, and I was not afraid of someone coming to grab it. Now that the time comes, let's see who The last laugh."

Immediately afterwards, the Golden Armored Warrior changed his voice, looked at the high priest, and asked in a deep voice, "High priest, do you have eyebrows?"

"Yes, there is a human tribe called Zidian in the northwestern desert. It is led by a person with supernatural powers and one peak. This tribe has a good background and can support the method of becoming a puppet and replacing the peach with luggage."

"Then do it as soon as possible. Someone has already taken a step ahead of us, and the people from Sanzhu Dongtian have already done it."

After the Jin Jia warrior finished his command, the two figures in front of him had turned into streamers and disappeared in the hall, his eyes muttered.

"Fortune..."

For a moment, he seemed to think of something, his eyes were inexplicable, his luck was illusory, but everything came into being, not only from the Longbo clan, but also from other sacred places in the cave.

The royal court, which is known to suppress the mountains and rivers, has never really been alone in the fortune.

I don't know if the order of heaven and earth has changed, martial arts practice seems to have become a lot more difficult, unlike the Yankang and Longhan times recorded in the clan, it seems that there are too many constraints.

...

The Eternal Mountains, the Daxia Clan, and the Tianlu Cave.

Within the cave, purple qi surrounds, revealing a side of clan transport enchantment, and three figures in the enchantment are watching the three divine lights overflow.

In a golden stream of light, a giant stepped in the sky, chasing stars and moon by month.

In a blue light, there is a sacred tree that is indescribably stalwart. The strange thing is that the leaves on the sacred tree are cyan beads.

In a black light, the black water is full of oceans, and there are shadows floating in the black water, making it difficult to see what it looks like.

Puff puff!

Before long, the three divine lights were annihilated and returned to nothingness.

"Uncle, these are the three kinds of qi that I caught in the wilderness."

Qiao'er stood not far away obediently, and said to Xia Tuo, not the same as the previous image in the Luolong Mountain Range.

"The golden luck comes from the big man in the Luolong Mountain, the cyan luck comes from the giant wood boss, and the black luck comes from the black dragon boss."

The reason why Qiaoer's aura changed dramatically in this way was because she had just entered the Wuzong realm.

The Wuzong needs to condense the soul and life, that is, the only soul, but the true soul of the Wuzong needs to be transformed, and this kind of transformation will cause some changes in temperament.

Hearing this, Xia Tuo frowned, and Qiao'er told him that these glorious rays were also luck, but it was a little different from the original purple energy of the human race.

There is no doubt that these are beyond his imagination.

Although he knows little about purple qi, he also knows the purity of human purple qi. As the largest uncle of the northwestern frontier, there is a kind of pan-green luck in the giant wood uncle, which is obviously a problem.

"The two supernatural powers killed by Yunlan Mountain came from Longbo Sacred Land, but they seem to be members of the impure bloodline. The strength of this Longbo Sacred Land cannot be underestimated. Two supernatural powers are sent casually. No wonder Care about the life and death of Yunlan Mountain."

At this time, the fat brother continued: "It seems that Bianhuang is about to change."

Nodding slightly, Xia Tuo looked at Qiao'er, and asked softly: "Qiao'er, can you feel what the effect of these extraordinary luck?"

"Qi Luck is intangible, and one grows while one grows. Take the giant wood uncle's tribe. Now the purple qi of the human race is still flaming. Swallow completely."

"graft?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Tuo was taken aback.

"Fatty, I remember you said that the Heavenly Cave Holy Land is very powerful, why don't they do it themselves?"

Looking at Xia Tuo, the fat brother shook his head and said, "I don't know about this either."

"There is only one possibility. They can't get off the court personally, so they have to choose puppets."

After speaking, Xia Tuo shook his head. Unfortunately, they knew very little at the moment. They could only see a little bit of things. Originally, he thought that Daxia wanted to develop and had to fight for luck and compare with other uncles in the Northwest. Dispute, but it doesn't seem to be the case now.

It is no longer the Bo Bu in the northwest that competes with him, but the Holy Land hidden behind him, and it is far more than the Long Bo Holy Land.

It seems that the real game is always the big hand behind it.

Suddenly, Xia Tuo let out a long sigh, and said in deep thought: "The trees really want to be quiet but the wind is not stopping. Let's prepare in advance. Whether it affects us or not, we must deal with it in advance. Don't go out to the tribe. I need to go to Tianhou Mountain."

"it is good."

...

Xia Tuo was very depressed, and the news Qiaoer brought back caught him off guard, and finally wanted to settle down a bit, but he didn't expect a large number of players to break the rules and enter the arena.

With a belly of doubt, he did not delay heading towards Tianhou Mountain. This time he did not have the leisure and elegance of the last time, but ran all the way towards Tianhou Mountain.

...

Tianhou Mountain.

I haven't seen him for many years, and when I saw the old Shenhou again, Xia Tuo found that the old Shenhou was sluggish, and he was no longer the spirited old man, and the wrinkles on his face were also a few more.

"Why don't you stay in the tribe, what happened?"

The old god Hou looked at Xia Tuo up and down, and only after a few breaths did he withdraw his eyes.

"It's all good in the tribe. I don't want to miss you when you are old. I came here to see it specially."

After hearing Xia Tuo's words, the old god Hou laughed twice and hummed: "If you have any questions, just ask."

"Well, our northwestern land is still stable recently?"

After thinking about it, Xia Tuo didn't know what to say, and came this sentence.

"You want to ask what's happening in the northwestern land, as for such a roundabout."

The old god was sitting on the futon, his eyes lost his spirit, like an old man in a tribe, his eyes were cloudy.

"Tianhou Mountain is no longer able to control the northwest, the whole border has been desolate and chaotic, and the evil is..."

Having said this, the old god Hou didn't go on, and there was a touch of desolation in his eyes, but he converged in an instant.

"Originally, Tianhou Mountain had no real right to rule over the northwestern princes. It would be a good thing if the demon was the real thing."

From the words of the old god Hou, Xia Tuo once again heard a feeling of twilight, seeming to be unwilling, there are memories, and there is a kind of downfall.

"Senior, Northwest..."

The old god Hou waved his hand and said with emotion: "The northwest has never been the northwest of the ordinary human race. The old man has practiced for thousands of years, and he has only realized this truth until now. It's a sigh, sad~~~"

For ordinary martial artists, the level of life evolution is not high, and the feeling of the environment will not be deep, but the more advanced martial arts, the more profound the understanding of the environment, especially the invisible context between heaven and earth.

As a god of land, although it was only the first step, he could still grasp the context of heaven and earth. He clearly felt a few strange auras in the sky in the northwestern region of the border.

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