The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

"Ji Meng Dongtian has contact with Daqi Wangting?"

In the Yinmai Cave Sky, Jiao Lin's screams constantly sounded, the tingling from the soul, unable to hide, constantly stimulating his soul.

"I don't know, I really don't know."

Jiao Lin shouted in pain and kept shouting.

After constantly suffering torture, Jiao Lin's soul has gradually wilted. Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo understood that he could not squeeze out anything useful.

Through the mouth of Jiao Lin, he finally understood the distribution of the sacred place of the Bianhuang Dongtian, and the sacred place of the Dongtian that still exists in the wild area now has three caves, namely, the Three Pearls, the Dragon Bo, the Six Jiao, the Qin Chong, the Tianhe and the Wufeng Holy land.

Ji Meng Dongtian was destroyed in the hands of these six sacred places. As for the deeper reason, it is still a mystery.

However, the general context is almost clear. Thousands of years ago, the Daqi royal clan wanted to enter the royal court and tied for the fourth royal court in the wild. At this time, the shadow demon territory happened to invade, and it was an aggressive attack.

As the King of Heaven, King Jing Tian, ​​who was able to ascend the throne for several generations, is definitely a generation of heroes, but the bloody heaven has already explained a big problem.

The Great Yin Palace, the Heavenly Cavern Holy Land, and the Youying Demon Realm all played too many roles.

Sure enough, the water in the border is very deep.

These things are linked together, and we can't blame him for speculating in the direction of malice in his heart. It really has to make people show up.

"This guy will leave it to you."

Glancing at Jiao Lin's soul again, Xia Tuo turned and left the Yin Vein Cave Sky. The last value of this guy was to be handed over to the elder Luo to practice his hands.

"Patriarch, I will go back with you."

Luo put away the copper lamp and followed Xia Tuo.

"what happened?"

"I'm in Linghe ghost mythical things, someone moved, go and see."

Luo responded softly, following Xia Tuo, and returned to the Daxia Clan.

In the summer garden.

"Master."

As soon as he returned to the garden, Xia Tuo heard a sweet voice, Xia Yu was still a child, and when he ran a few steps, his small body flew into the air and threw himself into his arms.

He opened his big hand to catch the little girl. After several years of life, Xia Yu is no different from an ordinary human child. The only difference is the two crystal clear horns on his forehead, emerging from the fluffy hair.

"Where is your wife?"

"Madam went to Tianhuo, and the Wu Hospital had something to deal with and didn't take me."

Xia Yu pouted. She used to take her with her when she went out, but this time she left her in the clan.

Hearing this, Xia Tuo nodded. Xia Yu has naturally not been able to go out recently. The Sixth Sacred Land will not give up. This is not just a matter of catching a little girl.

Jiao Lin was skinned and cramped. With the self-proclaimed urinary sex of Dongtian Holy Land, he absolutely wanted to poke Da Xia into ashes. As for the cause of the whole thing, it was no longer important.

Killing the people of Six Jiao Holy Land is the greatest sin.

The truth in Dongtian Holy Land’s eyes is that if I kill you, you have to wash your neck obediently and wait for it to be chopped. Even if they have blood on their bodies, it is your sin.

This is so sick!

With the little girl walking towards a valley in the tribal land, there are many houses in the valley. Compared with the noise in the tribal land, the breath in this valley is a little quieter, but fortunately you can see some small ones. The doll is running and playing.

In some places in the middle of the valley, some people were placing beast candles and incense woods, burning smoke curling up, and figures were creeping or standing in front of the incense, with a sorrowful face.

The valley is full of survivors from the Jiuling Bo tribe, probably less than 100,000 people in total. Among them, the Baiyou line is the most numerous, and the Chifu line is the least with a few less than a hundred people.

The former Nine Spirits and Nine Veins have disappeared, and the rest of the people now know the causes and consequences of their tribe’s ruin, leaving only endless regret and grief.

Standing on the top of the valley, looking at the smoke and dust of worship, the light smoke curled up into the sky, and then went towards the direction of Tianlu Mountain, submerged in the realm of Yin God.

This kind of scene was invisible in Xia Tuo’s eyes. The soul shadow in the Yin God Realm came into contact with the fireworks after burning beast candles and incense wood. He recovered from the sluggishness and looked into the valley from the air, gradually An Xin disappeared between the heavens and the earth, and entered the cycle of reincarnation.

There are more than one million Nine Spirits people who don't have one. Now they can settle down. It's not easy. No one is making noise about Daxia's resettlement.

The White Nine Fox has become the backbone of everyone, and the remaining Nine Spirits gather around him. Everyone has understood that the calamity of the Nine Spirits originates from the Totem of Destiny, and the people who have passed away have become the past.

"Sister Qiaoer."

Xia Yu, who was lying on Xia Tuo's shoulder, gleamed with crystal clear eyes, looked at the figure appearing in the distance, and shouted sweetly.

"Uncle."

Qiao'er came to him, took Xia Yu and hugged him, staring into the valley.

"The blood of the people of the Nine Spirits is indeed extraordinary. Among only 100,000 people, almost 50% of them have the talent for witchcraft. Once they reach adulthood, they will use some simple witchcraft."

Xia Tuo squinted his eyes and listened to Qiao'er's words. He said that the Jiuling family is indeed terrifying. The Jiu Ling family is no more than one million people. After being assigned to the nine channels, each channel is no more than ten or twenty. More than ten thousand people.

However, when the Nine Spirits were at their peak, there were scenes where six witch sects joined the world. This is not a powerhouse of the witch venerable realm. Even if it is placed in the current depressed clan, the witch sect was born from the Nine Spirits. The ratio far exceeds the average level of the wild land.

"Can you sort out the inheritance of the Nine Spirits?"

"I went to the Scavengers Hall. The inheritance of the Nine Spirits' witchcraft is indeed extraordinary. Among them are the witch spirit wall, witch spirit formation, communication witch formation, teleportation witch formation, witch treasure, witchcraft, yin and yang, space, etc. And other refining methods and mysterious records.

The concept of refining a large flying boat mentioned in it is similar to the idea of ​​the catalog you gave to the Witch Academy."

Qiaoer whispered, and then said: "But I don't know why, these records about refining flying boats and some witch treasures have not been taken seriously, and they are regarded as side-by-side by the Nine Spirits."

"Let's go."

Taking a look at the valley, Xia Tuo turned and left. The Nine Spirits Department was all in the past. These things are Daxia's. What Daxia should do is the next focus.

"Elder Yin Hong is in charge of the Great Summer Witch Academy, but he still has some strength."

After returning to Xia Yuan, Xia Tuo said softly to Qiao'er: "I originally liked Master Hunkong, but the fat elder never returned, unable to catch Hunkong's weakness, so he dragged it down.

However, with the joining of this group of Nine Spirits, plus the sorcerers and sorcerers we have cultivated over the years, it is almost possible to set up a stand.

At that time, if no one comes out to rule the sorcerers, Qiao'er will be your burden."

"it is good."

Qiao'er nodded and did not refuse, but the witchcraft she practiced has gradually deviated from the direction of portraying, casting, cursing, etc., extending towards the direction of sacrifice to witches.

What she cultivated has also become the law of destiny. From the moment of birth, any creature has traced the path of destiny between heaven and earth, and what she sees is the vein of destiny.

"Wait until Fat Elder comes back."

Xia Tuo whispered, watching Xia Yu run to the side of the seedlings of the Purple Pole Leiyang Tree, taking out the spiritual crystals, crushed and scattered toward the roots of the tree. The spiritual power that the Purple Pole Thunder Yang Tree has absorbed over the years has long been unclear. But it still looks like this and there is not much change.

The only difference is that in the roots deep in the earth, a huge power is gathered. This power is like a volcano, when it is brewing to erupt.

...

Linghe ghost mythical creature.

Daxia has been in charge of the north for decades, and has gradually become popular among the cities and tribes of the northern regions. Linghe ghost mythical creatures have become legends for the nearby tribes and cities.::

As the place of cultivation he chose, Luo built a great training formation in the depths of Linghe Ghost Mythos, and also couldn't prevent the warriors outside from entering the Ghost Mythical. Of course, anyone who wanted to enter had to live and die.

Linghe ghost mythical creatures, dark clouds cover the sun all year round, ghosts are filled, there are constantly hideous ghosts flashing in the black smoke, and the wind whistling, most normal warriors will not come here to take risks.

In addition to growing some Yin-attribute herbs in the ghost mythical creatures, even the stones are cold and warm in the arms. It is useless for most warriors.

In the dumped mountains, the old trees that were once eroded by the yin qi, have either withered or transformed into a cold wood, swaying in the yin wind.

Among the piles of rocks, a black robe figure appeared, and a pale figure appeared under the wide robe, looking young, but there seemed to be a sickness in the eyebrows.

The yin qi whizzing around does not seem to affect young people, and several yin winds will be pulled into the body during breathing.

Yin Jiuzhu raised his head and looked towards the center of the mountain range. Unfortunately, the cloud was foggy, and he couldn't see the appearance of the mountain range in the depths. It has been five days since he entered the Linghe Ghost Mythical Mythical Vessel. Due to his strength, he could not walk to the center of the mountain range.

The closer you are to the center of the mountain range, the more ghosts you will gather, and the stronger your strength.

With the palms open, a small dark tower appeared. The surface of the black tower was carved with countless figures with many arms.

As soon as the small tower appeared, the surrounding cold air swept through, and the ghosts floating in the dark air sent out a hideous ghost howl, which was torn by the small tower and sank into the tower.

After incorporating the surrounding ghosts that were comparable to the ordinary Celestial Vein realm combat power into the small tower, he moved forward again, with his strength in addition to the small tower in his hand, even if he encountered the ghosts of the Divine Tibetan realm combat power. , There is also a fighting force.

These ordinary ghosts of Celestial Vein realm combat power are of little use to him, and only the ghosts of Divine Hidden realm combat power can help him.

Holding the small tower in his hand, he began to walk along the collapsed mountains. The veins in the ghost mythical creature were very strange, as if they formed a natural formation of Yin Qi, making him continue to circle around.

...

In the high sky of nothingness, in the mist, the snail's figure is like a ghost, volley looking down below, and the whole body is cold and cold, as if it merges with this sky.

He quietly looked at the young figure below, and his white eyes could not see the slightest mood swing.