The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Xun Fenghou's words scared off the person who secretly shot towards the Qingyang uncle, no matter what the reason, but hearing Daxia's name retreat, it shows that Daxia has at least this qualification.

This all shows that Da Xia's momentum has already gathered, and it should never go forward.

"I understand."

For a moment, he let out a sigh of relief, and the energy that was obstructing on his body gathered again.

Xun Fenghou looked at Xia Tuo in surprise, a little unclear, but he also felt that some changes had taken place in Xia Tuo, but unfortunately this was personal luck, even if Xia Tuo said it, it might not be useful to him. .

"Elder Xun, the Qingyang clan's land is cracked, and how many clan people remain."

Upon hearing the sound, Xun Fenghou responded: "The Qingyang clan has suffered heavy losses. The escape of the Qingyang clan lord has taken away 90% of the clan's high-end combat power and the direct line of soldiers.

On the day of the ghost night, countless ghosts and charms were born, eating flesh and blood, especially those dolls and babies, even if they were guarded by the tribe, only forty-six children under the age of five survived, and they were also cold. The spirit eroded the body.

In addition, the total surviving members of the entire Qingyang tribe were no more than 113,000 people. Before I came, there were still people who couldn't hold it back and died.

The Qingyang clan was abandoned."

Xun Fenghou's voice sighed, a ghost night directly caused millions of Qingyang people to bleed blood, and the Qingyang people who survived the catastrophe received the news that the high-level members of the clan had left with totems and family members.

The clan is gone?

What can I miss?

What makes people even more helpless is that the clan leader ran away, and the direct line of the clan ran away.

"The remaining people, try your best to treat them."

After pondering for a moment, Xia Tuo said aloud: "Elder Xun, let's go to the Qingyang clan land again. I want to see it myself."

"it is good."

Going out, it is naturally a must-have old gourd. This time Xia Tuo brought a lot of people, and he also specially asked Jian Li to recruit a group of witch doctors from the witch hospital to follow, with a large number of mild fire-based herbs.

And let Jiandi temporarily go to the White Locust Region to replace the snail elder guarding Long Xiangsheng's retreat.

...

In the Qingyangbo tribe, the mountains and rivers were cracked and the land was blood-stained. The whole clan was very quiet. When Xun Fenghou returned to Daxia City, he temporarily gathered the Qingyang people together.

After a ghost night, Qingyang has become a cemetery, and occasionally people walk around like walking dead, and everyone has no vision.

The strength of the remaining people is the highest in the Heavenly Vein Realm. The elders of the Divine Hidden Realm who stayed on the night of the Ghost Night have become the focus of the ghost soldiers, and they have all been sucked up.

Even in broad daylight, there were still bonfires lit in the ruins, dispelling the cold air in the void, and everyone leaned against the bonfire and huddled up, trembling in fright.

From time to time, there will be screaming sounds. It doesn't need to be seen that the sluggish people are nervously frightened in the silence. It should be that the night of the ghost night has been thought of, and the thoughts have appeared in a trance.

crazy!

That's right, this is what Xia Tuo saw when he came to the ruins of the Qingyang Clan. The lunatics came one after another. Many young women were still holding the withered baby in their arms, whispering softly, humming and spreading. Old ballads coming down.

This scene made people look at it and burst into anger.

"Yuefu, hurry up and take someone for treatment."

"Yes."

The Moon Talisman was the leader of this witch hospital. He brought more than 30 witch doctors and started to get busy, and accompanied him with 500 soldiers of the Xia clan to take care of these people.

Some of the Qingyang people are already crazy, even if their experience is pitiful, but they can't let them hurt others.

Xia Tuo and Xun Fenghou came to the place where the Qingyang dumped Totem Hall. In the half-dumped stone hall, various inlaid spars are still there, and a deep trace in the center of the hall is still there. The traces are faintly visible and the traces are very smooth. No appearance of violent movement in a hurry

Xun Fenghou said softly: "The main exercise books of the Qingyang Clan Lord are empty, and they are all ordinary resources."

"Go prepared."

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo nodded, his eyes groaned, even if Daxia came, he wouldn't let the Qingyang clan leave like this, and even the clan would not even want it for this.

The destruction of Qingyang’s uncles also has a factor of Daxia. Daxia will not destroy Qingyang, and Qingyang will be destroyed because of this. At this point, Xia Tuo has no intention to shirk, and what he can do now is to try his best to save the surviving Qingyang people. .

"Go, go and see the mountains."

...

In the Sacred King Mountains, Elder Conch walks among the mountains, and around him a two-headed four-winged evil python is flying around him. The evil python is full of gray air currents. It shuttles among the mountains, swallowing the remaining cold. Gas.

Elder Luo's disciple, Yin Jiuzhu was also looking for a shuttle in the mountains, where he knew.

When he was still in the wizarding realm, he huddled in the Holy King Mountain Range, and he also got the Thousand-Hand Soul Eater Tower, and ran across a million miles of wilderness to the northwestern land. Among them, there are many crises. Being unscathed is enough to show his character and luck.

"How is it, what can you find?"

From a long distance, Xia Tuo asked the elder Luo. Although he asked again, the same mental thoughts swept through the situation around the east and west.

At this moment, it was already six hundred miles into the Saint King Mountain Range. From the Qingyang Clan to here, there was a faint gloom floating above the straight line distance, still extending towards the depths of the mountain range.

"Go in."

"go."

Xia Tuo volleyed forward, and the rest of the people followed him closely. Elder Luo took Yin Jiu Zhu, Xun Fenghou took the old man gourd, and walked towards the depths of the Saint King Mountain Range along the diffuse Yin Qi.

Half a day later, the group of people stopped and went deep into the Saint King Mountain Range, where the pervasive Yin Qi stopped, and a peak that was not considered a high mountain stood tall.

boom!

Xia Tuo blasted out a punch, and his fighting spirit slammed into the hill. There was a roar, the rocks pierced through the sky, and the countless bones spattered out between the collapse of the mountain.

A rising black gas rose up like a mushroom cloud, exuding a strong smell of blood and stench.

After dispelling the black energy, a large number of white bones were exposed under the mountain peak, as well as dried black blood stains. The dried blood can be clearly seen in the cracks of some stones.

The next moment, the witch mark on the center of the eyebrows of Elder Luo, a copper lamp flew out, and the illusory flame jumped and fell on the pile of bones.

Then the black air diffused out and turned into dense runes, each rune resembling a four-winged, double-headed evil python, walking down and down into these white bones.

Xia Tuo didn't bother with the snail's movements. He had a special skill in the art industry. He only needed the result, and then he looked at the old gourd on the side.

Suddenly, Lao Hulu understood in seconds, and shook his head lightly, indicating that it was all right.

At this time, the copper lamps falling on the countless white bones buzzed, and the witch charms that had just flown out returned one by one like a streamer, falling into the flames.

boom!

Suddenly, like a raging fire cooking oil, the illusory flames suddenly rose up, the witch talisman formed a skyrocket, and finally a fuzzy figure emerged.

Then, the copper lamp burst into a buzzing sound and headed towards the depths of the mountain.

"Can you catch it?"

In response to Xia Tuo's question, Elder Luo said in deep thought: "As long as you can't run a million miles, you may be caught up."

After hearing the sound, Xia Tuo pondered for a moment. Now that it has been six or seven days since the ghost night, it is difficult for the person who wants to chase behind and shoot.

"chase."

After thinking about it for a moment, he said aloud that he couldn't catch it until he was caught. If he didn't even chase, who would know if he could catch it, he wanted to see who was doing him.

When asked, Elder Luo's eyes were cold, and a murderous intent appeared at the corner of his mouth. He chased the copper lamp and followed Xia Tuo.

...

In the southwest of the Saint King Mountain Range, a cloud of black mist flew close to the mountains and it was not fast. From time to time, blind birds ran into it, and then the decayed bones were left.

However, Hei Mist is also very measured. When passing through the territory of the Great Lord of the Beast, he will converge his aura so as not to cause unnecessary noise.

Now he has almost walked out of the Holy King Mountain Range. Outside the mountain range, a medium-sized tribe was built by the mountains and rivers. Then black air filled the tribe. In just half a time, a vigorous tribe was transformed. For a dead silence.

For a long time in the central hall of the tribe, a middle-aged man in animal skins walked out, his face looked a little gloomy, and it did not match his own breath.

Then, the big man opened his mouth, and a black light emerged, turning into a leaf-shaped witch treasure with black copper inlaid with gold, and then pierced toward his brow.

Wu Bao tore the skull cover, and there was no blood left. When it was completely embedded in the center of the eyebrows, the cracked fleshy skin began to heal, and then the cold breath of the man's body was reduced, and the breath became hot.

After moving his whole body, he volleyed up and headed towards the southwestern wilderness, but even if he changed his body, a bird that ran into it occasionally during the flight was also picked up by his probing hand, and then absorbed his vitality.

He went all the way to the west, across the boundless wasteland, and entered the Yuanshuibo tribe from the northeast, but he did not stay to the southwest.

...

Four days later, in a wilderness in the southwest of the Saint King Mountain Range, among the middle-class tribes that had become a dry land, several people from Xia Tuo stood in the air, looking at the bloody tribe.

"There are three or four days."

Xun Fenghou's spirit swept across the ruins below, and said softly.

Xia Tuo nodded, looked at Elder Luo, and asked softly: "Can it still be traced?"

Elder Luo fell into the ruins and continued to collect the grievances from the tribe with a copper lamp.

"This person has reduced his own yin qi, it should be pinned on a member of this tribe."

After a stick of incense, Elder Luo returned home again holding the copper lamp, his eyes gleaming.

"Patriarch, it's easier to find now. The blood of the same origin is easier to find than Yin Qi."

"Then keep catching."

Xia Tuo said fiercely, if he didn't figure out who was doing the trick, he would always feel uneasy in his heart.

"go."

Soon, under the guidance of the copper lamp, the group headed towards the west of the Saint King Mountain Range.