The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

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The dark clouds were pressing down on the realm. For a time, Xia Tuo sensed his own spiritual thoughts, and was a little lingering in the world of purple energy, and his thoughts became jerky as the thoughts flowed.

Although he hadn't realized the transparency of his family's luck, he also understood that there must be storms and rains when dark clouds cover the sun. This is not a good sign.

Soon, the stagnation in the purple qi originated from the luck of the family also spread to his spiritual world, and even his own thoughts became obstructed.

"Qingyang, or Luyou?"

At this moment, Xia Tuo frowned, and after more than ten breaths of thought flowed, there was enlightenment in his heart.

This is a warning of the ethnic movement, and obviously something related to the ups and downs of the Daxia ethnic movement is about to be born.

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Uncle Qingyang.

The ancient Shengwang Mountain Range is like a giant beast, lying in the clan land under most of the mountain range, with ancient woods, turquoise springs, and green mountains.

In the depths of the clan, a pillar of luck stands in the center, towering into the sky, with purple clouds, full of vitality, and dense vitality ups and downs.

The purple air is like a god, lingering hundreds of miles around the mountains and plains, and the sky is full of sunshine, and the aura is full of vigor.

In the big purple column, there is a green sheep with two curved corners and dense green forest attached to the whole body. It is a thousand meters high even if it is lying. The purple gas is swallowed and exhaled while breathing, and the purple is overflowing. Sprinkle in the tribe below.

At the same time, Dao Dao Zi Qi rose to a great height and gathered on Qing Yang.

The mixed purple qi and spiritual qi that Qingyang huffed and vomited aroused the general momentum of Qi fortune within a radius of two hundred miles.

In the low mountains close to the edge of the Saint King Mountain Range, Xun Fenghou sat in an inconspicuous mountain col, condensing his breath, constantly observing the changes in the Qingyang uncle.

It has been almost a month since he came to the Qingyang clan, but the Qingyang uncle was not in trouble. Fortunately, he was not in a hurry. If there were no mutations, it would be the best and save trouble.

...

In the center of the Qingyang clan, a stone palace carved and carved like a huge green sheep lies in the middle.

In the main hall, the dress is luxurious, and the ground is covered with a light blue jade, exuding a touch of aura.

These gems are similar to half-spirit crystals, and for ordinary martial artists, they can be used directly for cultivation.

The stone pillars standing in the hall are carved with the god pattern of the blue sheep, various kinds of blue sheep look like walking, lying, entangled and angry. The eyes of the blue sheep in each depiction are gems carved from the essence of sapphire, and the scales are also used Rare gems are carved out.

Qingyang Lianshan sits on a jade seat in the depths of the hall. The throne under him is a treasure accumulated by the Qingyang tribe in the past. It is a witch treasure that can gather aura.

"Clan Lord, the territory of the nine-headed bird in the depths of the Saint King Mountain Range has not been opened up. This beast is tyrannical and has always been unkind to the human warriors. I think we should migrate along the Saint King Mountain. It is safe. some."

Qingyang Grand Elder Qingyang withered and said.

"Nine-headed bird is just a beast. It doesn't matter if you cultivate to the realm level. Sooner or later you will make it beautiful."

Regarding the words of the great elder, Qingyang Lianshan did not show much concern. The fierce beasts in the Saint King Mountains all have territories. They will not leave their respective territories easily, but people are alive and can completely detour.

As soon as his voice changed, Qingyang Lianshan looked at the high priest and asked in a deep voice, "High priest, are you all ready?"

The old high priest of Qingyang, wearing a simple animal bone helmet on his head, has two sturdy and curved horns. The surface of the horns is pitted, one section at a time, and runes looming.

"We are almost ready. The direct descendants of all veins have been ordered, and the elite soldiers have recently been summoned. People in the clan have also received news of entering the Holy King Mountain Range to dig for minerals."

"That's good."

Qingyang Lianshan groaned softly, and all three figures in the hall were silent for a while, and the uncle Qingyang who had passed on for so long was not easy to leave.

This trip, in the eyes of outsiders, is equivalent to giving up the majesty that belongs to the Boss and becoming a bloodline group like the Lu You clan. If Qingyang can find a suitable place again, it can still establish the clan to open the border and restore glory.

Of course, since Qingyang has decided to leave, it naturally has a complete plan. The change in the situation in the northwest is only an opportunity to promote. People go to higher places and water flows to lower places. Qingyang naturally wants to run up. .

It's better for chicken head than for phoenix tail. This applies to many people. There is a big master on the head to take care of it. How can you do what you want to do?

"Grand Elder, High Priest, this migration may not be our Qingyang's opportunity. Over the years, the three generations of clan leaders have been making preparations, but they have not been able to make up their minds. The Northwest turmoil just helped us make a decision."

Qingyang Lianshan's eyes burned, and then he said: "Although the road ahead is difficult, if my Qingyang passes through, we may not have a chance to get a share of the turbulent times of border famine."

When Qingyang Lianshan said so, the eyes of the silent two elderly people in the palace suddenly brightened.

"The Dongtian Witch Treasure handed down from my clan led some members of the clan to go first. Now that the Shengwang Mountain Range is settled in the southeast of Qishan, then the immigrants are moved in batches."

The uncle Qingyang has been passed on for so many years. At that time, the ancestor was a casual cultivator who fleeing life outside the Shengwang Mountain Range. He picked up a piece of mysterious sheep bone in the Shengwang Mountain Range, and then gathered the scattered people to form the Qingyang Tribe.

And back then, I also got a Witch Treasure Cave Sky with an area of ​​more than ten miles. For such a huge tribe of Qingyang Uncle Tribe, this Witch Treasure Cave Treasure has limited carrying capacity and is not too large.

Not only that, but they do not want outsiders to know about their migration, so they can only migrate in batches and move away the most important lineage first to ensure the foundation of the clan.

...

Soon the night fell, the stars filled the sky, and the bright stars continued to fall. The laurel moon was horizontal, and the Qingyang tribe land was scorching purple under the night, as if a purple-flowered realm half-buckled on the wasteland.

In the clan land, every house of the Qingyang clan lit up beast fires. Except for the patrolling clan soldiers, the noisy voices of the houses gradually fell, and the cries of the dolls could be vaguely heard.

This scene looked no different from the countless nights in the Great Wilderness. Many people began to rest. After all, tomorrow they still need to go out hunting, or gather herbs and spiritual fruits.

...

In the depths of the mountains and wilds far away, the breath of Xunfeng was silent. Looking towards the uncle Qingyang’s clan, everything was as quiet as ever, with the breeze blowing and the grass swaying.

The night was getting deeper, and the stars in the sky were also covered.

Xun Fenghou looked towards the sky, it was foggy?

In the blink of an eye, the night sky, which had just been shining with stars, dimmed suddenly, looking very gloomy, and the atmosphere was mixed with cold.

wrong!

After a while, Xun Fenghou noticed something was wrong.

He turned his head and looked into the depths of the Saint King Mountain Range. The mountains under the night were dim, like a giant beast dormant, and the mountains were dead, and there seemed to be countless shadows rolling in in a trance.

For a time, the sound of ghosts in the depths of the mountains screamed bitterly, the golden iron clanging, and under the night, the ghosts and charms were crowded, boundless, dense, like a night road of thousands of ghosts.

Among these figures are figures in shabby beast robes, soldiers in armor, and some of them are driving ancient chariots. Without exception, they are not creatures.

At this moment, the army of ghosts pulsed from Shengwang Mountain.

Cang!

Suddenly, Xun Fenghou appeared in the hand of a mysterious yellow big stick, and a huge figure of the saint appeared behind him, holding the big stick and splitting a group, tearing the sky, thousands of miles of mountains and fields roaring, countless ghost images like The snow generally dissipates.

This blow shocked the uncle Qingyang in the silence.

Qingyang Lianshan stood tall in the sky, seeing the dark clouds rolling in from the Eastern Saint King Mountain Range, his expression changed, his eyes flashed with changes, making difficult decisions.

The energy fluctuations that came from the Saint King Mountain Range, even if they were separated by hundreds of miles, still made him tremble, this kind of existence that could easily annihilate him.

Between life and death, it seems that all choices are much easier.

"High priest, bring the totem bone."

In an instant, he turned into a streamer and rushed into the depths of the clan.

"Qingyang clan soldiers, join the battle!"

Soon, the roar of Qingyang Lianshan spread throughout the Qingyang clan.

In the east of the tribal land, the black clouds came surging like a big river with a bursting bank. In just a few breaths, they straddled the wasteland outside the tribe. The vegetation withered and the creatures turned into bones.

In the long river of Yin Qi, countless ghosts roared and roared, making people feel terrified.

In the mountains, Xun Fenghou waved the Heavenly Soldier Tianxuan Bone Stick in his hand, and every time he shot it, he would explode dozens of miles of mountains and plains. However, these ghosts were too many, and every time he cleared out the place, he would be caught in the blink of an eye. Ghosts are full again.

These ghost images moved in the direction of Uncle Qingyang, and then he was full of fighting spirit, turned and rushed towards Uncle Qingyang, and opened a vacuum zone wherever he passed.

kill!kill!kill!

Yin Qi rushed into the land of the Qingyang Clan, and the clansmen of the Qingyang Clan were fighting with ghosts everywhere. Although these ghosts were hideous, most of them were ordinary ghosts and charms. As long as they were totem warriors, they could be steamed dry with the burning blood.

But there are too many ghosts, every breath will have a lot of people of the Qingyang tribe being embraced by the ghosts, and then they will turn into a pile of bones.

Not to mention that there are many ghost soldiers and ghost soldiers wearing broken armor in these ghosts, they can mobilize many ghost soldiers and ghosts.

The ghosts are pervasive, and the sky is full of blood wherever they pass. Some ghosts even fight each other in order to absorb the blood, making people look creepy.

Xun Fenghou who rushed into the land of the Qingyang clan roared, "Where is the lord of the Qingyang clan?

"Where is the leader of Qingyang Clan, why can't I afford a big formation!"

...

The voice of Xun Fenghou reverberated in the Qingyang Clan. His previous collision with the ghost in the mountains was enough time for the Qingyang boss to react.

But at this moment, there was no response at all, and while the spirit was circulating, there was no sense of the supernatural power realm in the Qingyang clan's land, even the divine storage realm only had four auras.