The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

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A word from the ancestor of the Spirit Race made the atmosphere on the mountain top stagnate.

All of them are the masters of one party, who are in charge of life and death in their respective tribes. No one dares to disobey. They have long developed a sneer with the power. At this moment, they are so ridiculously ridiculed. If there is no change in their expressions, unless they really cultivate to a very high level situation.

Of course Xia Tuo doesn't count.

Not only in the eyes of Uncle Yu, but also in the eyes of the ancestors of the spirit race, he felt that this person was hopeless.

I can't understand the good words.

Not long after, the ancestor of the Spirit Race shot a blue light, and a piece of dragon skin appeared, exuding a strong breath of dragon power, which was picked off by a domain-level dragon.

The dragon's skin glowed blue, and fell in front of Uncle Yu in a flash. Yu used his hand as a brush and his fighting spirit as ink. The momentum was suddenly opened, the brush was drawn with dragons and snakes, and iron painted with silver hooks.

"Everyone, today we will ally with the Yu and the Spirits as witnesses. The four are the masters of the northwestern land and are of human blood. We should help each other and try our best to protect our humans from bloody disasters."

Uncle Yu's words made Xia Tuo more and more interested, and this scene of the Huimeng all showed that the Yu and the Spirits were defending the way forward for the human race.

It's just that he has been carefully maintaining the development of Da Xia for a long time. Everywhere he feels that there is always an evil person to kill him, it is really inappropriate to encounter a warrior who is dedicated to human race.

It is too abrupt!

It seems that he is underestimated.

Xia Tuo quickly lost his mind. He saw the dragon skin roll drafted by Uncle Yu appeared in front of him. He took a look at it. The content was the quarrel at the time of the alliance. The division of the divisions was just added. The various tribes should support each other, support the human race together, and let the human race suffer as little disaster as possible.

He didn't hesitate, he immediately left his mark, and then the dragon skin flew towards Zi Wuxiao, Master Zidian.

In a blink of an eye, the four uncles branded their marks and returned to the hands of the ancestors of the spirit race. As a witness of the alliance, he also left his mark.

"Farewell."

Not long after, Ao Yu made a sound, and his figure smashed into the thick white fog and disappeared on the top of the mountain, following Zi Wuxiao as well.

On the contrary, Mu Qingyun didn't leave in a hurry, her eyes fell on Uncle Yu, and she whispered: "If Uncle Yu intends, my giant wooden door is open, and I am willing to go out to welcome 30,000 miles."

After speaking, Mu Qingyun also smashed Bai Wu away and left.

Xia Tuo was gone at first glance. Although this Union League seemed like a farce today, it actually finished dividing the Northwest Land. Then it was time for each department to show its magical powers.

He felt that the ancestors of the spirit race and Uncle Yu were somewhat unwilling to see him, he didn't care, got up and left his seat, and was also ready to leave.

"Master Xia stayed."

The old voice sounded from behind, it was the ancestor of the spirit race.

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo stopped and turned around to look back.

"Master Xia, are the descendants of Ji Meng Dongtian in your ministry?"

Xia Tuo looked at the ancestor of the Spirit Race, nodded without covering up, and replied, "Yes, I saved Yu'er by accident and accepted him as a direct disciple."

Hearing this, the ancestor of the Spirit Race frowned, and Uncle Yu frowned.

This scene made Xia Tuo displeased. Why did Lao Tzu accept a disciple and hinder you? Did you grow up drinking sea water?

"Don't worry about Uncle Xia, please sit down again."

At this time, Uncle Yu noticed a slight change in Xia Tuo’s mood, and then said: “Don’t get me wrong, Lord Xia. Back then, Ji Meng Dongtian was not embraced by the Dongtian Holy Land because of his assistance to the Daqi King’s clan, and was even more united by the Three Pearls. You should be aware of the destruction of the holy land living in Dongtian. The descendants of Ji Meng Dongtian are in your summer, we are worried..."

As soon as his eyes turned, Xia Tuo suddenly understood that they were afraid that the Dongtian behind Daxia would attack the descendants of Ji Meng. If Uncle Yu was right, the cause and consequences of the fall of Ji Meng Dongtian would be fully understood.

"Why, don't you believe that I can protect Yu'er?"

then,

"No, no, we believe in the eyes of the old god."

At this time, the ancestor of the Spirit Race continued: "Back then, the Daqi royal family and Jimeng Cave were destroyed before and after. A strong man who survived from Jimeng Cave had a direct disciple. Later, this direct disciple founded Tianhou Mountain in the northwest. When the old god Hou sealed the mountain, he once sent a letter to the old man, saying that Northwest Daxia had some meaning.

Then, the ancestor Ling paused and said, "Unfortunately, my spirit race is also a green vine, and I also lost a green vine. I can't get out of this land of giant trees and vines, and the old man can't see the appearance of Da Xia Bo's family. "

The words of the ancestor of the Spirit Race made Xia Tuo recall it. No wonder the old god Hou asked Xun Fenghou to give him a token of Jimeng Dongtian. This was probably something vaguely sensed in advance.

"Don't worry, Yu'er will be fine. My Daxia is neither a giant tree, nor a purple electricity, black dragon, etc., and it is my human race that is the master."

Xia Tuo said lightly and looked at the two people in front of him. It was obvious that in addition to Tianhou Mountain on the bright side, there were still people in the dark running for the human race.

Whether it is the ancestor of the Spirit Race or Uncle Yu, playing a role he doesn't know clearly in this process, it's not bad, at least not the enemy.

At this moment, he changed his voice and asked aloud: "Why is Tianhou Mountain closed?"

Upon hearing this, the ancestor of the Spirit Race pondered for a moment, and said: "Always leave something for the Human Race, otherwise the situation in the Northwest will collapse in the end, who will fight the sky and leave a ray of life for the Human Race."

Hearing this, Xia Tuo nodded and did not ask any more. The two in front of him seemed unwilling to say more, but he would figure out what Uncle Yu and the ancestor of the Spirit Race did.

Standing up, holding a fist to the two of them, he stepped out and disappeared into the white mist.

Seeing Xia Tuo disappear in the white mist, the ancestor of the spirit tribe and Uncle Yu glanced at each other.

"Uncle Yu, what do you think?"

Hearing that, Uncle Yu didn't answer directly, instead he whispered: "Establish a heart for the heaven and the earth, establish a destiny for the living and the people, for the sacred and inherit the knowledge, and for the peace of the eternal world."

Uncle Yu's soft chants made the ancestors of the spirit tribe's eyes become deeper, and after a long time he said leisurely: "A big traitor is like a loyalty, and a big loyalty is like a traitor. I can't see clearly."

"The Frontier Desolate Race has a long way to go, you and I are dedicated, revenge is not an extravagant hope, and there is no regret if you can live up to King Jing's last wish."

After a long time, Uncle Yu sighed lightly.

"hope so."

...

After leaving the spirit barrier, Xia Tuo quickly found Lao Hulu. Not only that, he signaled to Lao Hulu before leaving, but Lao Hulu also brought back Fat Brother and Xun Fenghou.

"how about it?"

Seeing Xia Tuo coming back, the fat brother asked hurriedly.

"It's over."

Hearing this, Xia Tuo nodded and said, in fact, he didn't go to the meeting alone either. Elder Luo had always been in the Witch Treasure Cave Sky that he carried with his heart. A witch-cursing witch was definitely a big killer.

But this Union League was indeed beyond his expectation. The four parts of stolen goods, although Zidian, Giant Wood, and Black Dragon vie for each other, actually blocked Daxia in the northwestern land.

This is also good, the more Daxia is not valued by everyone.

At this time, Xia Tuo looked at Lao Hulu.

"The old man is a little restless."

With a word from Old Calabash, Xia Tuo's mind immediately became tense.

"When did it start?"

"After the spirit clan warrior invited you to join the alliance."

Old Calabash did not hide, and then said.

Then, Xia Tuolu pondered, since the old gourd had the induction when he went to the Huimeng, he did not come from within the spirit race, but was undoubtedly from the three great uncles, or the cave heaven behind it.

And it's just a sense, which means that there is danger and ambiguity, but he will not be careless, no one can know the preferences of the person who shoots, and whether he does it is a matter of one thought.

...

Outside of the ancient city of Lingteng, the world of emptiness, a void between fragmentation and reorganization, the old man wearing a green robe stands in the realm of the void, overlooking the mountains and rivers of the ancient city of Lingteng.

His mental thoughts traversed the four voids, and every inch of the void world was in his perception, and then his palms opened, and a diamond-shaped bronze mirror emerged.

The bronze mirror was transformed into a size of three feet, covered with mysterious dragon patterns, and the mirror surface was overflowing with a faint cyan light, shrouded in the void on all sides.

At the same time, in another direction of Qingteng Ancient City, the old man in burlap and linen was holding a bamboo stick, standing between the void and reality.

A verdant three-foot jade tree was held in his other palm, overflowing with a faint glow, spreading towards the world of the cave.

After half a day, two figures appeared in a cavernous world at the same time.

"Six heads can be found."

The old man with a bamboo stick in coarse cloth and linen groaned softly when he saw the old man in green robe.

When someone called six heads, the green-robed old man squinted his eyes, but didn't show any anger, and said in echo: "You can detect it, Old Mudun."

"The old man used the Three-Pearl Sacred Wooden Heart, and he didn't notice the godlike aura of the so-called mountains, seas and caves."

Hearing this, the six-headed old man also shook his head and said: "The god-patterned Tianjiao mirror also didn't find it, but the old man Long Bo is still so angry."

"Fine, the old man is back to the cave."

The figure of the old man leaning on the bamboo stick turned into a stream of light and disappeared at the end of the hole. He did not see the god of Shanhaidongtian. Either the god of Shanhaidongtian did not come, or there was some defensive treasure that isolated the sage in his hand. Peep of things.

Compared with the former, he believes in the latter more. This sudden emergence of mountains, seas and caves is really too mysterious.

In the world of Dongxu, there were only six gods left. He turned around and headed towards the depths of Dongxu. The appearance of Dongxu, Shanhai, made Liujiao Dongtian caught off guard.

A sacred cave in the sky that popped up suddenly, could it be that the sacred place in the cave that had been covered in dust a long time ago has now returned.

It's a pity that this time I failed.

...

Ten days later, three thousand miles to the north of Qingteng Ancient City, a Divine Hidden Realm Sansam was advancing, suddenly a silver light burst out of his body, and his body flew out like thunder in the panic. Heavy smashed into the wilderness.

The silver light flickered, forming a void door, and two figures came out of the door, it was the fat brother and the old gourd.

"How about it, gourd fairy, let's sense it again."

"All right."

Old Hulu shook his head and said, "There is no danger."

"Okay, let's go."

Let the old gourd return to the Dongtian Witch Treasure, the fat brother then picked up the hapless loose repair, and threw it into the Dongtian Witch Treasure, turning into a streamer and heading north.

ps is sorting out the plot, and writing a chapter _||