The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Inquiring about Hun Kong's life experience was handed over to Fat Brother, and asked him to go to the Great Yin King Territory Kongsang Mountain to see if he could find the weakness of Hun Kong.

Since the return of Zhu Rongyu, Xia Tuo stayed in the tribe and did not go out again. Da Xia has entered a stable development. Although there are continuous minor problems in the entire territory, it is generally in a stable state.

At this time, the entire border and the northwestern land was still peaceful. After Tianhou Mountain was closed, the chaos imagined by the ministries did not occur, but the northwest seemed to be a peaceful and peaceful scene.

Giant Mu Bo Department.

The green wood towers as high as a god, and its branches are as towering as the mountains and ridges, surrounded by rich vitality, which makes people feel that they are in the realm of vitality.

In the deepest part of the giant tree of Uncle Qingmu, within the Lingmu Cave, there are cyan air currents intertwined with a faint purple air.

A wooden tripod stands in the cave. The tripod has three legs, more than a few hundred feet high. The tripods plunge into the ground as deep as tree roots. The mouth of the tripod has a halo of bluish-purple divine light, which surrounds it like a galaxy. .

In the purple light, the phantom of a sacred tree swayed, and there were round beads hanging on the sacred tree. If the image of the sacred tree appeared, it exuded the aura of ancient vicissitudes, suppressing the spirit tree that originally belonged to the giant wood Bo town tribe. Source force.

The roots of the sacred tree are like old vines, covered with cracks like dragon scales, and wrinkled, overflowing with the simple majesty of the vicissitudes of life. With every breath, a large amount of purple gas will be inhaled by the sacred tree.

The totem of the Giant Mu Bo Bu is a green wood god, but an anomaly between the heavens and the earth, the green wood psychic tripod, and by chance, became the totem of the Giant Mu Bo Bu.

On the other hand, the clan fortune of the giant wooden uncle tribe is the purple qi essence pillar of the clan luck outside, and it is gathered in the wooden cauldron inside.

At this moment, there is a sacred tree in the sky above the wooden cauldron, and the roots of the tree go deep into the cauldron, taking the purple gas in the wooden cauldron as nourishment.

The sacred tree rooted in the wooden cauldron, swallowing and exhaling the purple gas belonging to the giant wooden uncle's department, exuding the ancient majesty with one breath, like a silent god, coercing the surroundings.

Outside the wooden cauldron, the purple gas turned into fog and the sea of ​​clouds rolled, a figure wearing a purple robe appeared out of thin air, looking up at the sky above the wooden cauldron.

The purple-green airflow at Dingkou evolves into a starry sky vortex scene, in which the sacred tree takes root, the overlying branches and the hanging round beads are like stars in the starry sky.

"Mu Qingyun, your tribe has long been weary and weary with my Sanzhudongtian. The ruler of the wild land is always the tribe. We just borrow it and we will return it to you."

The voice of the figure in the purple robe sounded, and men, women and children could not be heard.

"Qingyun understands."

Purple Qi rolled, and a path was opened in the green wood cave sky, and a middle-aged warrior wearing a blue armor walked in. First, he looked at the figure in the purple robe, and then his eyes fell on the wooden cauldron.

"It’s good for you to understand that clan luck is related to all the resources in the clan domain, every tribe, every warrior, every beast and other resources, and even every warrior’s understanding, talent, and opportunity. What you have to do is Let your tribe become stronger, and the luck will rise. When it reaches a certain level, the luck can feed back the tribe."

"I also hope that the envoy will give me some guidance."

Mu Qingyun nodded slightly, looking very respectful.

"Position, general trend."

"The giant wood uncle department is known as the largest uncle department in the northwestern frontier. It has a name but no truth. Since it is famous, it must be worthy of its name. The general trend is like a surging river, and it will never go forward."

The purple-robed warrior glanced at Mu Qingyun, his whole body was enveloped in a faint purple breath, only a pair of eyes shone with light.

He has his own way to control the human tribe for the Three Pearl Cave Sky, instead of blindly squeezing, it will only backfire.

Although he doesn't look down on the savage human race, he has to admit that he needs these low-blooded people to make the Three Heavens Cave.

The real method is to let the giant wood uncles know that Sanzhu Dongtian can lead the giant wood to become truly powerful and become the frontier northwest, and even the entire frontier wilderness.

It's not empty, it's a real edict, the real overlord.

The giant Mu Bo is strong and has become the overlord of the frontiers, and its luck will rise. When it reaches the extreme, it will cut off its luck and replace it.

Coming up with strength to oppress, that is what the barbarians of Longbo Sacred Land did.

"Qingyun understands."

"It's good to understand, but now is not the time, I will let you know when the time comes."

The purple robe figure turned into a purple mist and disappeared into the cave sky.

"Yes."

Mu Qingyun looked at Mu Ding blankly, speechless for a long time.

...

Purple Power Department.

There is an illusory golden vine in the Zidianbo tribe's ground, which merges with the big pillar of tribal luck from the sky, as if it fell from nine days.

This divine vine, surrounded by golden aura, is hidden in the pillar of purple qi, and has continuously evolved into divine forms such as gods, dragons, and phoenixes. It envelops the thunder of heaven and earth, and illuminates this ancient piece of purple power. Mountains, rivers and earth.

The light and sacred breath overflowed, falling from the sky, surrounded by purple electricity and silver light, continuously merging and interweaving.

Clan Luck Ziqi connects to the veins and sinks into the depths of the clan.

"It is necessary to rush to merge the air luck before the Three Trees Cave Heaven."

In the deep cave of Zidian Buddhism, a golden giant with a height of more than thirty feet sat upright, and in front of him was the high priest and elder of Zidian Buddhism.

As for the patriarch of Zidian Bo's tribe, he also disappeared after the Great Elder disappeared.

The rest of the clan had to surrender to the Longbo clan.

The golden giant's eyes were like golden sun in the sky, scorching the void with scorching heat, and looked at the elders of the purple electric family standing below with contempt. The dark golden pupils were only indifferent.

"For decades, I have only merged less than half of it. It's hardly possible that I want me to integrate you all into the vine."

Hearing this, the figures in the cave sky trembled, showing panic.

"Fuck!"

Hearing this voice, everyone in front of the golden giant hurriedly ran towards the outside of the cave.

In the Zidianbo tribe, there was no noise, and the entire clan was very quiet. In the continuous stone houses, the Zidian people sat cross-legged, frowning.

Some little dolls opened their eyes and kept peeking, couldn't help but want to get up, and then they were held tightly by the adult next to them, staring at the little doll with wide eyes.

This is what they do every day, which is to sit in meditation and visualize a golden giant idol.

...

In the cave sky deep in the clan land, the golden giant got up from the huge seat and entered the land of clan luck. A golden vine rooted in the veins of the clan and merged with the purple energy.

In the deepest part of the golden vine, one by one is rooted in the ground veins, and there are shriveled bones on the roots. Compared with the huge roots of the vine, these shriveled bones are like black spots.

"Be happy, surrender to my holy land of Uncle Long. I will make you my slave. In the future, I might give you a drop of blood, fade your humble blood, and become the descendant of the giant Long Uncle."

Shenteng, a slender root like a short spear, pierced through a figure that looked like a young man. Compared with other figures that had already been sucked clean, this young man had a clear consciousness.

Seeing the giant appearing in front of him, his mouth was sneered.

"If there is a kind, you kill me."

The golden giant burst into anger, his huge head approached and looked at the youth.

"You really think that my uncle Long holy land dare not kill you, a humble bug."

"Bah~ You try, you are my grandson if you don't kill me."

Zi Wuji showed a touch of ridicule in coldness, facing Long Bo Sacred Land he had no backhanding power, but Long Bo Sacred Land was also a rat-jerk.

He is the clan leader of the Purple Dian Bo tribe, in line with the clan luck. The Long Bo Holy Land wants to use the Zi Dian Bo tribe's clan fortune to seek the foundation of the world, but he is afraid of being backlashed by the human fortune.

If some ordinary Zidian people want to kill, kill them, even if it kills tens of thousands of people, there is no need to be afraid, but they have great scruples about the clan owners who are in harmony with the clan.

It's not that you can't kill, but that killing is easy to be backlashed. Of course, as the Longbo Holy Land that has inherited two great eras, this backlash can be solved with the Holy Land's heritage.

But as a last resort, it is better not to take this step.

It is precisely because of Zi Wuji's non-cooperation that the integration of the Longbo Sacred Land with Zidian clan is very difficult. It has been decades, and it has not been more than half of the fusion, let alone the method of replacing Tao Zheng with luggage.

"Grandson, come and kill your grandpa."

"you wanna die!"

Hum!

After a while, the golden god vine buzzed, and from the thick vines, dozens of fine branches were suddenly separated, turned into golden arrows, and plunged into Zi Wuji's body, blood blossoms burst, taking away a part of life.

The golden giant jumped into a rage, and was so humiliated by the humble scum that he didn't look down on. One can imagine how angry it was.

"Haha..."

Despite the sharp arrow stabbing his body, Zi Wuji laughed out loud.

"Grandson, call grandpa."

...

"roll."

In Daxia clan, Xia Tuo walked out of a stone temple with a flying copper cauldron and copper cauldron on his back. The guys who dared to give him temper in Daxia today were empty except for the bastard.

The old man was ordered to imprison the witch seal by the Cullinan, but his physical body still had quite a strong combat power. For so many days, he hadn't shown Xia Tuo a good face.

Walking out of the stone hall, Xia Tuo was not angry at all with a smile on his face, he always came to see the empty space after retreating.

This time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was 43,844 years old. He had invited the old man Hunkong to the tribe for three years, and the old man's temper never stopped.

The fat brother has not returned to Kongsang City, but he is relieved to think about it. Such a long distance, plus the need to inquire about news back and forth, will take a lot of time.

In just three years, Daxia has changed a lot.

The disciples who walked out of the Daxia Academy have gradually entered the territory in the past three years, and have reached positions in various cities, and have become the mainstay of the grassroots level of Daxia. Various systems have been spread across the vast territory of Daxia.