The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Yin Qi is floating in the air, covering the sky, and the night is rendering the hideous and terrible ghosts, ghosts and elders pulling in the Qingyang clan, ghost sounds whistling, and it makes people feel disheartened.

Some babies in their infants could not resist this chill at all. They lost the Qingyang uncle of the clan leader, and could not form an effective resistance. The endless ghost army surrounded the Qingyang uncle.

The air gradually became gloomy and cold, and black icy debris appeared in the void and fell. Yin Qi was everywhere, infiltrating into the bone marrow. Some resisting Qingyang people gradually felt their own hot blood cooling, and the fighting energy in the body was being freeze.

Lost resistance, in the ghostly night, the consequences are obvious.

"Where is the patriarch!"

"Elder help!"

...

Sorrows are everywhere in the entire clan, and the grass is withered. The Qingyang people have not realized that their patriarch and some elders in the clan have long been missing.

The bright and scorching purple air above the clan land is collapsing at an astonishing speed, like a big river bursting a bank pouring in all directions, collapsing between the sky and the earth.

The big pillar of Qi Luck standing in the center of the clan shook violently, and the ancient beast Qingyang lying in the purple air was covered with fine cracks that penetrated the entire body.

Click!

A sound resounded across the sky, and a large purple crack in the sky above the Qingyang tribe ran across the sky, and then with the big crack as the foundation, the crack spread to all sides like a spider web, just like the purple sky of the Qingyang tribe had cracked.

At the same time, the Qingyang people, who were struggling to support themselves in the ghostly shadows, felt a chill in their hearts at the same time, as if they were lost, as if their heart had been jerked, losing their most important things.

"Asshole!"

At this moment, Xunfeng Hou's beard danced wildly, and the 100,000 mysterious yellow Dao Talisman formed around his body, which turned into a round of three hundred-meter-sized mysterious yellow big sun across the sky, trying to disperse the Yin Qi from all directions.

The high-level members of the Qingyang uncles fled, not only escaped, but also took away the totem of the clan.

If he hadn't noticed the breakdown of the clan luck and no foundation, he would still not be sure that the Qingyang clan lord had really escaped, with the totem idol in the clan, abandoned millions of clan people, and disappeared without a trace.

Originally, with his help, the Qingyang clan leader opened up the guardian formation, and it was no problem to contend with these ghost soldiers for a period of time. When the time comes with Daxia's reinforcements, it is very likely to take down the guy who drives the ghost soldiers.

It's a pity that as the clan leader, he ran away first.

At this moment, the sky full of blood rose from the depths of the Qingyang Clan, and every breath turned hundreds of people into withered bones.

Even if Xunfeng Hou manifested the Eternal Eucharist, helping the Qingyang people below to kill the ghosts, but the Qingyang people’s land is an undulating hill with trees and plants connected in the mountains, ghosts and charms are everywhere, mixing with the Qingyang people, letting He has no fighting strength and is bound.

Not only that, there was still a spirit locked in him under the curtain of night, making him afraid to really be distracted to rescue the Qingyang people, while the black torrent in the depths of the Saint King Mountain Range was still raging, as if there was no end.

Cang!

He grabbed the Xuanhuang big stick in his hand and swept across the wilderness outside Qingyang Mountain. In one blow, hundreds of thousands of ghosts and demons perished. However, in the blink of an eye, millions of ghosts burst out from the depths of the Saint King Mountain Range, endless. .

Obviously, the people deep in the mountains don't care about the life and death of these ghosts.

At this moment, Xun Fenghou looked into the depths of the Eastern Mountain Range, losing his former gentle and moist appearance, bursting out with fierce murderous intent.

"I am a martial artist of Daxia Third Grade Qiyun, Qingyang is the land of my Daxia rule, hurting my Daxia people, I want to die with me Daxia!"

As Xun Fenghou’s words sounded, the darkness in the depths of the Saint King Mountain Range, the Yin Qi rolled, revealing dark ghost charms, and each ghost charm seemed to have a ghost world, all ghosts creeping .

The ghost talisman floated in the pitch black yin air, where the black mist was the thickest, and two scarlet sharp lights burst out of the thick black mist at a time.

"Jie Jie~"

Ear-piercing sounds reverberated in the mountains and plains, and countless grimace changes, a face with rotten cheeks and a large piece of rotten flesh hanging on the face emerged, with a grinning smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Children, go."

Oh oh...

For a time, before the mountains and wilds, within a thousand miles, ghost sounds and thousands of ghost shadows passed through the border, retreating from the Qingyang tribe's land like a tide, leaving behind a land of dry bones and devastation.

On the ground, a large amount of withered blood remained, exuding a nauseating stench.

The evil spirits retreated, and the Qingyang tribe's land suddenly became silent like a cemetery. The purple air that enveloped the Qingyang tribe's land was shattered and withered every inch. A lot of scales fell from the totem Qingyang, losing the majesty of the totem. .

...

The Qingyang tribe is thousands of miles south.

puff!

Qingyang Lianshan suddenly fell from a high altitude, and the blood inside his body was tumbling, and blood spurted out.

Puff~puff~

When he fell to the ground, he couldn't help but vomit blood, and then a blue light gleamed on his body, turning into a portal, and the elder Qingyang hurried out.

"Clan Lord~"

Qingyang Lianshan waved off the big hand extended by the elder, struggling to get up and looking north, kneeling straight to the ground.

In such a scene of evil spirits coming out of the mountain, he felt that the Qingyang clan could not hold it at all, even if he was there, but as the leader of the clan, he did not lead his clan to resist when he was in trouble, but took the clan’s ancestors to flee away. This hurdle is not easy to pass.

"I, Qingyang Lianshan, swear that today, Qingyang will be full of enmity, no matter who makes the shot, one day he will return blood for blood."

Elder Qingyang didn't say much, but fell to his knees. Once he left today, he was afraid that he would live in guilt for the rest of his life.

There is no point in saying more at this time.

Seeing Qingyang Lianshan weeping blood, the great elder fell silent for a moment, and said: "Clan Lord, let's go. When we go to Qishan, we have the things of Qishan Mansion. Rebuild Qingyang with blood.

Soon, the elder Qingyang supported Qingyang Lianshan, and the two staggered and disappeared into the wilderness.

...

Great Summer City.

In the morning, the purple air was scorching, and the purple clouds were mixed with golden light, and there was a sound in the silent city.

On Tianlu Mountain, Xia Tuo sat cross-legged all night, tense and unsettled, originating from the haze shrouded in the purple world of clan luck, still entrenched in the sky of the purple world, vaguely manifesting the evil dragon.

As the so-called dark clouds cover the day, there must be clouds and rain, and the Daxia clan movement is covered with a faint haze, which shows that something must affect Daxia, otherwise the clan movement will not be such a warning.

"What is it, what is the clan movement warning about."

Xia Tuo pondered for a whole night, still somehow unable to understand the key.

...

Three days later, Xun Fenghou returned from the Qingyang uncle and brought back news that the Qingyang tribe's ghosts had crossed the border, the clan was devastated, and the clan leader and senior disciples had fled.

This makes Xia Tuo a little unbelievable. In the border and wasteland, things like abandoning their clan and leaving rarely happen, and this kind of thing is easy to be cast aside.

"Elder Xun, can it be concluded that the high-level Qingyang clan ran when ten thousand ghosts crossed the border?"

Wen Shengxun Fenghou nodded and replied: "I have asked the remaining members of the Qingyang tribe. In the evening, the Qingyang tribe also met the leaders of the Qingyang tribe and several top elders in the tribe, but after the mutation happened , These people are gone, not only that their families are also gone.”

"It seems that they planned to leave long ago."

Thousands of ghosts are coming in like a flood, and at such a moment, the high-level can leave with their families, which all means that they are ready to leave in advance.

At this time, Xun Fenghou frowned, and said softly: "There are people from the Qingyang tribe who have survived, saying that these days a mine has been discovered in the depths of the Saint King Mountain Range among their tribe. The elites of the tribe have gathered and said they are going to go. There is a mineral vein in the mountain, but even the totem idol was taken away, I am afraid it is not as simple as mining."

The sudden departure of the high-level Qingyang is indeed a suspicious point, but it is a pity that the Qingyang people are disabled now, how do these ordinary people know the secrets of the clan.

"By the way, Elder Xun, these evil spirits attacked the Qingyang tribe, can you detect the people behind?"

"No, the ghost exorcist hides too deeply, always staring at me in the dark, there should be some witch treasure in the body, which cuts off my visit."

Xia Tuo didn't feel strange at this point. Since the black hand behind his back naturally wanted to cover himself, no matter who the shot was, he was thinking of messing up the overall situation in the Northwest.

Although the Qingyang uncle has not been captured by Daxia, it is the next land occupied by Daxia. It is closely related to Daxia. The fall of Qingyang will surely disturb the situation in the northwest and affect the people in Daxia territory.

"There is another question. The people behind have all taken action, why did they finally retreat?"

"I reported Daxia's name."

Xun Fenghou groaned, and then said: "After I reported the name of Daxia, the ghost exorcist behind them took the ten thousand ghosts away. When I was chasing towards the Saint King Mountain Range, the people had already torn the hole. The world is gone."

"Reported Daxia's name?"

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo was stunned. At this moment, a ray of purple light appeared in his trance spiritual world. The ray of enlightenment that he had never caught before seemed to have been caught.

For a time, the jerky that had troubled him for three days was suddenly broken, and the things that had been stuck in his heart suddenly rushed away.

He suddenly understood a little bit, what was the obstacle in his mind when the haze was covering the clan movement.

For a long time, he led Daxia to develop silently in the northwest, and sometimes even kept a low profile and concealed himself. There is nothing wrong with this kind of development system.

I still got into the horns, and now I have moved Da Xia out of the mountain, not just to tell the world that Da Xia exists.

Da Xia wanted to be upright. He wanted to understand this before he moved to the clan court, but he didn't expect to get into the horns again.

Shrinking when it's time to shrink, but when it's time to be tyrannical, you should be tyrannical. People have energy and power, and the tribe has great power. It affects countless people in Daxia, and every move will affect them.

The jerky thoughts indicate that his own spirit and spirit have been hindered, and the jerky clan luck indicates that the general fortune of the clan is hindered. The easiest way to break the game is to find the guy who has hindered Daxia and kill him.