The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

"The Kingdom of God?"

The clan elder nodded and said: "Yes, it is the kingdom of God. Finding the kingdom of God is the test of our return to the Holy Land. At that time, we can not only wash away the guilt of the year, but also re-include the genealogy.

Legend has it that the King Jingtian, the king of Daqi, was able to lead Daqi to the point where he established the royal court because he found a relic from the age of gods."

The clan elder's words gradually calmed down the other three people's excitement in the cave, and even the joy of returning to the clan calmed down.

They have some doubts that the clan is perfunctory, otherwise they will use some legend to prevaricate them.

"Nine savage regions, the borders are the most deserted, but they are also the most complete landforms before Yankang. There are most likely to be the remains of the kingdom of gods."

However, the clan elder's words are long and full of obsession.

"Clan elders, gods are just legends. Three times have passed since then. If there really was a kingdom of gods, Bian Huang would have been trampled through."

Jiao Hong, who has not spoken all the time, said, he is now the oldest person in the Jiao clan except for the clan elder. At this moment, he frowned and said softly.

It has been a long time since their line was expelled from the Holy Land. For many years, the people of all generations have wanted to return to the ethnic group, but the Holy Land is so prevarication that they are really unconvincing.

"Yes, clan elder, Holy Land is just a few words, how do we find the kingdom of God."

"Moreover, this kingdom of God is true or false, if it doesn't exist"

"The family has already prepared."

The clan elder gently flipped his cane, and then a ray of golden light bloomed, and a giant monument of real dragon entwined out of the golden light. The divine light around the monument evolved the phantom of the real dragon, setting off the rise and fall of the monument.

"This is not the huge monument in the Saint King Mountain Range decades ago."

Jiaohong's eyes lit up. The ridiculous stele of Shengwang Mountain a few decades ago stirred up the situation in the northwest, and the northwest has been surging ever since.

"Is it?"

All of a sudden, the expressions of the three foreigners in the cave changed.

"Not bad."

Seeing the changes in the expressions of the three of them, the clan elder nodded slightly and said: "The great caves in the northwestern sacred land all think that I am a heavenly dragon sacred land and want to share a cup of luck in the border and wasteland.

In fact, the clan started preparing for this a long time ago. Four thousand years ago, our ancestors were stripped of their clan status because they violated the rules of the Holy Land. However, when they migrated here, they could only be named Jiao clan.

The mere luck of the marginal and unpopularity is insignificant among our clan, and only the Kingdom of God is really attractive.

According to rumors, the relics of the Kingdom of God should have been refined by King Jing Tian, ​​and melted into the edge of the wasteland, most likely in the northwestern land."

At this time, the clan elder saw that the three people in front of him were still a little hesitated, and he went on to say: "I didn't know these at first. Just now, the dragon crystal manifested, and the memory of being sealed in it passed to me, and the dragon crystal altar was bright Beginning, the ancestral land is afraid that there is a decree about to come."

Hum!

Just as the four were meditating, on the dragon crystal altar, golden dragon symbols lighted up, and along with the golden flowers like rain, a golden armor figure floated in the dragon crystal.

Seeing this scene, the four people surrounding the dragon crystal altar were first taken aback, and then knelt down in a hurry.

"Sin Clan Jiao Clan, welcome the arrival of the master of the clan."

"You know the ins and outs of things."

The clan elder nodded and said hurriedly: "I have merged the memories of the previous two generations of clan elders. The matter has been known, and I have already informed the three leaders."

"it is good."

"Find the traces of the kingdom of God, allow Xu'er and other sinners to return to the Holy Land, re-incorporate their clan status, and all the clan members enter the Hualong Pond to wash their blood and reproduce the body of dragon blood."

"Yes."

"According to the secrets held by the clan, the relics of the innate creatures of the year are hidden in a certain place. Then there will be man-made disasters and borders, which will lead to the melee of the northwestern parts. Between the collision of the human and the air, there will be turbulence in the mountains and rivers. , The veins are like a dragon rolling.

The ridicule of the wind stele is located in the depths of Fenghu Mountain. It has been baptized with sacrifices, and the spirit can be attached to it to get the method of operation."

"Yes."

"Remember the rules."

Hearing the sound, the four creeping people nodded slightly.

Rules are keeping secrets.

Hold even if you die.

"Master is at ease, we will use the dragon blood flowing in the body as a guide to inspire soul restraint."

"Well, let's start."

In the dragon crystal altar, the manifested gold-clad figure looked at the four figures kneeling in front of him. One after another, a mixture of gold and blood appeared on his body, and it was only slightly after evolving into a four-legged dragon shadow. nod.

"The Laughing Wind Stele is an innate spiritual object dug out from the ruins by the Holy Land. It can perceive the aura of innate divine power. You only need to bring the Laughing Wind Stele to the northwest to make careful insights."

"Yes."

Feeling the disappearance of the golden armored person in the dragon crystal, the four figures gave a sigh of relief. The coercion from the blood of the same source of dragons made their blood tremble even if only one figure emerged.

Unexpectedly, the mocking wind stele that stirred the northwest wind and clouds decades ago was in the depths of the mountains where they were.

...

"What the hell is this guy going to do."

In Lion City, Xia Tuo was really angry.

What kind of stuff is this? Can you do something business if you have nothing to do? It's okay to change a skin and wander around. Whose ghost stuff is this?

Just in the five or six days in Lion City, this guy has changed five or six skins. If it weren’t for the copper lamp in Elder Lo’s hand to capture its original aura, it would really allow him to pass by.

At this moment, he suddenly thought, this guy wouldn't want to slaughter Lion City.

As one of the largest cities in the Suanbo tribe, Lion City has no less than three or four million human races, and many tribes have established treasure pavilions in the city.

If here, there is a crossing of ten thousand ghosts, then it will really shake the whole place.

In the northwest, the north is the most barren, and the power, number of tribes, and population are inferior to the south. It is estimated that the destruction of Qingyang has not been transmitted.

Even the demise of the uncle of the elephant was only heard some rumors, everyone was guessing who was the black hand, after all, it was too far away from the uncle of the elephant.

Xia Tuo was taken aback by his thoughts. Where did this shit-chucking stick come from? If the Lion City were really slaughtered, there would be fun.

The destruction of the elephant and the Qingyang made him feel suspicious. There is no doubt that for other tribes, they are also under suspicion at this moment.

If it hadn't been for this guy to provoke the warning of Daxia Clan's luck, he wouldn't be too lazy to take care of it. This ghost-expelling man has been acting in a mess until now, making him unable to see through.

But there is no doubt that what he did was related to Daxia's fortune, so he was passive if he didn't figure it out.

"Elder Lo, take him down."

In the end, Xia Tuo made a decision and felt that it was necessary to take action. Even if he took this guy, it was indirectly helping other holy places, but the feeling of being picked up and running around in his eyes made him very bad.

Things are not under control, and there is no way to plan countermeasures.

...

Under the curtain of night, Lion City gradually fell into silence. In the stone road, you can occasionally see warriors passing by, sneaking on the winding road, hiding from the city guards who patrolled the city.

Xia Tuo followed the old gourd man, and the shadow between the stone houses and houses appeared in the southeast of the city near the city wall, covering the two figures tightly.

A chill was emerging from under the night, and there was a rustling sound, like the sound of wind, but also like the sound of crying.

Strands of black air rose up in a stone courtyard, the lowest level of black air was like a black hole, and ghosts were struggling to crawl out of the black hole.

Qianghun stood outside the black hole, his body was wrapped in black energy, the flesh and blood on his body fell piece by piece, and a ghost image emerged from the possessed middle-aged man.

An obscure ghost sounded, and thousands of ghost soldiers bred out. At this time, his expression changed, and his figure instantly turned into a black cloud, rolling up the black hole below and about to fly away.

Roar!

At the same time, a black evil python appeared, and a black enchantment appeared around the stone courtyard, blocking the black cloud that turned to Thousand Souls.

As the black air filled the air, thousands of fools cried and cried, a copper lamp volleyed, and an inch-sized flame scorched the yin and fools, suddenly turning into a grey fire in the sky.

"Nether Flame."

For a moment, Qianxun was shocked and flew back when he hit the black barrier.

In an instant, a dazzling black light flashed out of his body and slammed into the barrier again.

puff!

With a soft sound, the barrier smashed into a small hole, fading away the fleshy skin of Thousand Souls, and turned into an inch-sized skull again, heading towards the outside of Lion City.

Then, the copper lamp followed closely, pulling up a thick black smoke, which was extremely dazzling under the night sky, making a harsh explosion.

Above the copper lamp, a vicious python stretched its teeth and danced its claws, biting the skull with a vicious air.

call out!

Then, a little golden light on the evil python suddenly caught up with the skull and bumped into each other.

The golden gu worm had hundreds of fine barbed legs, clinging to the skull, and making a sharp cry. The ghost fire burned, but it became more and more ferocious. It opened its mouth and bit into the skull. Inside the hollow eye socket.

At this momentary change, the evil python came with a copper lamp, and suddenly caught up with the skull and swallowed it.

Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo knew that Elder Luo had finished his work.

Then he took the old gourd and disappeared in Lion City. As for Xun Fenghou, he stayed in the city to deal with the aftermath. This scene tonight cannot be concealed from others, especially the lord of Lion City.

...

An hour later, Xun Fenghou returned. After the exchange in Lion City, Xia Tuo directly tore the world of Dongxu without staying. After a short period of time, he reopened Dongxu and appeared in a wilderness. Only then did the elders and Xunfenghou The three of Lao Hulu let out.

Soon, his eyes were attracted by an inch-sized black skeleton in the copper lamp in the hands of Elder Conch. The black skeleton was like black iron, overflowing with a faint black air, circulating between his eyes closed.

This is the chief culprit who wiped out Uncle Qingyang, a black skeleton, you can clearly feel the existence of a complete soul in the black skeleton.

"Patriarch, this is a ghost clan."

"Ghost?"

During Xia Tuo's hesitation for a moment, the black skull appeared cold soul power, turning into an illusory figure of a middle-aged warrior, with rotten flesh on his face, looking very terrible.