The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Not long afterwards, there was a scream in the Rift Valley Stone Forest, and the old gourd touched the three felled guys all over, not even letting go of the ordinary soldiers, and put them away together.

Cultivation is just collecting resources bit by bit. Although the soldiers are not very valuable, they can also exchange for some spirit crystals to cultivate, and the small ones can accumulate into the towers.

After condensing things, his eyelids jumped a few times, and immediately the old gourd's brows frowned, and the old face became even more gloomy.

I always feel something is wrong!

Frustrated and eyelids twitched, Lao Hulu raised his head and looked around. The wild mountains and rift valley rocks were still the same.

Somewhat unwillingly he looked around, he had just arrived at Jiuling Yidi for three days, and he hadn't found many resources yet, so leaving like this was really unwilling.

Although there was unwillingness in his eyes, Lao Hulu quickly made a decision that it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time, first go first, hurriedly flew out of the valley and headed away.

...

In the north of the Nine Spirits Relics, Xia Tuo has come here with his sword lattice, standing high in the sky overlooking an abyss and gully, squinting his eyes, and then looking around the Nine Spirits Clan, coming to the black robe The place where the man pierced the cave heaven sacred land warrior.

Even if many days have passed, this rift valley is still filled with a strong aura, and ordinary gods in the Tibetan realm dare not easily step into the surroundings.

"The vitality of the vegetation, the breath of the sun, the vitality of the vegetation should be the martial arts of the cave outside the dragon."

Xia Tuo was in the two cracked earth ruins, carefully perceiving the aura left by the two.

"I just don't know if this vigorous warrior is the Dongtian warrior behind the giant wood uncle's department."

After intercepting a part of the aura from the two ruins, Xia Tuo observed the surroundings again, and there was no other aura remaining.

Vitality Dao is a kind of Vitality Dao. Warriors who understand Vitality Dao have a great opportunity to comprehend the Vitality Dao, so the vitality Dao Yun is nothing to him.

"Atuo, I feel that the warriors of Dongtian Holy Land should have come rushing to the black robe."

The sound of Jian Li sounded.

Withdrawing his spiritual thoughts from the surroundings of the Nine Spirits, Xia Tuo nodded, and observed the Nine Spirits, but found no terrain, vision, or anything that could attract the Warriors of the Heavenly Cave.

The assertion that the warriors of the cave sky sacred ground are coming to the black-robed man has deepened again a little bit, but the conflict between the black-robed man and the cave sky sacred ground also shows that the two are not friends.

So the question is, what kind of role did the black-robed people play in the transformation of Bianhuang’s luck? Judging from the various scenes today, the black-robed people are definitely a shit stick, step by step into the overall strength of Bianhuang abyss.

After pondering for a moment, Xia Tuo said aloud: "Elder Xun, I need you to go to the giant wood uncle's department to secretly verify the cave heaven behind the giant wood."

Although there was a decision in his mind, he felt it was better to confirm it, but it was just a matter of more effort.

"it is good."

Xun Fenghou did not delay, but agreed and headed south.

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

After not finding anything, Xia Tuo took the sword and prepared to return to the tribe. The two volleyed up into the air. After flying for a certain distance, their eyes turned to look around and suddenly saw a familiar figure in the distance.

Where do you not meet in life!

Although it is far away, with his supernatural power realm's strength, as long as he stands high enough, he can have a panoramic view wherever his eyes can reach.

In the distance, Lao Hulu was several tens of feet away from the ground and walked along the undulating gully towards the distance. He was going to leave, but he encountered a robbery gang on the way. He didn’t hold back his move and got a small fortune. Haven't left the land of the Nine Spirits.

"Ok."

After a while, Lao Hulu stopped and saw a looming figure floating in the void around him, surrounded him in the middle, and then slowly fell to the ground.

Suddenly, his face became difficult to look. This time, it was not the Heavenly Vein Realm that blocked him, but the figure of the Divine Hidden Realm.

"Everyone, the old man is exhausted. I have been here for three days and haven't got any good babies, that's all."

The next moment, the old gourd quickly took out the things on his body, and all the soldiers, treasure medicine, elixir, and spirit crystal were all thrown away in the distance.

"If you don't believe me, you can check the old man's spirit and energy, there is absolutely no private possession!"

"Puff chuff~"

From a distance, Jian Lian saw this scene and couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckled, this~ this is too...

Just now, Atuo told her that she met an old friend who was particularly afraid of death. She still didn't believe it. She was so famous as to meet.

"Cough~"

In this scene, Xia Tuo was also very surprised, knowing that the old man gourd was very scared, but he did not expect to be out of the realm.

You must know that the sea of ​​divine apertures is the secret of every martial artist, this guy directly lets people search the sea of ​​divine apertures.

Hearing a soft cough, Elder Gourd's body trembled, the voice was so familiar.

"It turned out to be Clan Master Xia. It is really a blessing for Xiao Lao Er to see Clan Xia again."

The old man Gourd looked at Xia Tuo who was coming, and suddenly understood that it was this turtle grandson who was frightening him and cursed in his heart. No wonder his eyelids were always twitching. Any contact with Xia Disaster is bound to be unlucky.

"The old man will not delay the affairs of the Xia clan leader, let's say goodbye."

After that, the old man Calabash didn't even need his own things, and was about to slip away.

"Don't go, see old friends, how can you not stay for a while."

Xia Tuo said with a smile: "What are you doing in a daze, this is my old friend, I don't help yet."

"Yes."

Then, the Guiwei Army put away the things of the old man gourd, and surrounded it in the middle, no matter which direction the old man gourd could not rush out.

After so many years, the strength of the old man gourd is in the fourth level of the gods, in fact, the promotion is not fast. Of course, if you know that the old man is nearly 600 years old, he can open his gods after a while at this age. It is not easy.

Seeing Xia Tuo stopping him, the old man Gourd smiled bitterly, and still did not avoid it. Why Xia Catastrophe wanted to bully him, this old man.

In a short period of time, his heart became more and more restless and panic. This is about to happen.

No, can't stay!

"Lord of the Xia clan, the old man is just a casual cultivator. You are the lord of the clan. Why bother with a bad old man, or let's see you back?"

Xia Tuo was puzzled by the attitude that Old Hulu had every time he saw him as if he had encountered a ghost. Is he so scary?

"Let's go, I remember that when I was in Huanglong City last time, I said that I should be treated as an elder. This is still valid today."

The more the old man Gourd hides from him, Xia Tuoyue feels that he wants to catch the old man. This is not about the strength and weakness of the old man, it is the old man that made him interested.

"Clan Lord Xia, you should let the old man go, you are too powerful, the old man can't bear it."

The old man Calabash was a little eager. When he met Xia Tuo, they were both in the early stage of the Divine Hidden Realm. It took only a few decades. Although Xia Tuo was already in the Divine Power Realm, there was no such thing as martial art. Coercion.

"Please go to Daxia, Elder Calabash."

Hearing Xia Tuo's words, Old Hulu was about to cry.

"If Elder Calabash doesn't follow, then stun and take away."

Hearing this, the old man Calabash had a bitter face and looked around his figure, his head downcast, and he cursed Xia Tuo secretly in his heart.

He also understood that it was impossible to escape. If he didn't, Xia Tuo really dared to knock himself faint and resist. At that time, he would be more passive and couldn't run in danger.

"Since the Xia clan leader is so kind, the old man can't help but wants to go to Daxia for a long time."

Seeing Lao Hulu's face suddenly changed, Xia Tuo rolled her eyes slightly, this old man really can act.

"Okay, let's go."

Xia Tuo walked forward with Jian Lian, and the old man in the back was watched by Guiwei Army, and the group began to return north.

...

At the border between the northwest and the central region, there are vast mountains and vicissitudes of life, and clouds are like vast smoke and dust, floating in the sky.

Under the curtain of night, the laurel frost, there is laurel blooming, a osmanthus tree straddles the sky, and the shadow of the osmanthus wood falls on the wasteland, traversing the north and south of the wild nine regions, and this mountain is just shrouded in the shadow of the laurel.

In the dark place, clouds and mist linger, the mountains are silent, and there is a ray of starlight falling from the sky, passing through the thick fog, and falling into the depths of the mountain stream.

The moment the starlight fell, it was like a beam of light falling from the star sea deep in the sky, and a faint green divine light flashed out on the earth, forming an ancient dragon pattern.

The Jiao has six poems, grim and vicissitudes of life.

The dragon pattern cracked between the beards, exposing an ancient boundary. The aura in the boundary was vast and wild. The smallest tall tree was hundreds of feet in thickness, and it was everywhere.

In the deepest part of the realm, a figure wearing a cyan flood leather robe, the whole person is mostly covered by the diffuse haze, sitting in the haze, without the slightest breath, but it brings people from the spiritual world Of oppression.

"Old ancestors."

In the realm, there is a dragon passing through the clouds. The scales of the cyan dragon are fine and crystal clear.

The middle-aged warrior looked at the figure with his back facing him, with a glow of heat in his eyes.

"Ji Meng Dongtian's orphan has been found."

"bring back."

The figure sitting cross-legged did not turn around, but the voice resonated in the nothingness around it.

"Don't let the people in the Three Pearl Caverns notice."

"Several elders of the Sanzhu Dongtian in the Clan are familiar with the Sanzhu Dongtian. I let Jiao Lin go. He is not strong enough in the Dharma Realm, but has the combat power of the Holy Realm, enough to complete this task."

"Ok."

The middle-aged warrior condensed his breath, stood respectfully, waiting for the instructions of the figure in front of him, he knew that the ancestor was thinking.

The strength of Sanzhu Dongtian is stronger than that of his six-sacred sacred land. Now the fate of the frontier has recovered, and everyone is preparing for the fight for fate, and they are in a competitive relationship.

At that time, Sanzhu stabbed Jimeng Dongtian in the back. Now if the descendants of Jimeng are found in the clan, there is a lot to do in it. After all, the two holy places are not intimate, and there is peace of mind if you can have a backhand. .