The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

After the white-headed old man threw the skull into the copper furnace, he slapped a magic trick. Suddenly, the illusory fire on all sides of the copper furnace floated and wrapped the copper furnace.

The old man’s eyes were shining brightly, and the ghost race was rare in the borderlands, and mainly lived in the north and northeast of the wild land in the Gonggong and Guifang areas.

It is said that the ghost tribe was first born in the underground netherworld. Later, due to some changes, the wild land cracked and the nether-yin air emerged from the underground, allowing the ghost tribe to appear on the wasteland.

Not only that, under the scouring of the nether air, some of the grievances wandering on the wasteland gradually turned into ghosts, so the ghosts also have the distinction of ghosts and desolates.

Underworld ghosts are the ghosts born in the underground ghost land, and the desolate ghosts are ghosts born on the waste land after experiencing the baptism of the nether air.

The two kinds of ghosts should be considered tyrannical. The underground ghosts are naturally more powerful, but the desolate ghosts are not bad. The Northern Wuming King Court has a deep connection with the desolate ghosts.

The ghost clan in the skull in front of them belonged to the ghost clan, and they also used ghost ghosts to forge their life ghost treasures, using this as a body, but the real strength is still almost.

Soon, a blue light appeared in the illusory sky fire, and he got into the copper furnace.

The old man waved his hand at the bottom of the copper furnace. Five cyan, chopped firewood were piled under the copper furnace, and the cyan flames emerged from the burning wood.

This is a twig cut down from the Heavenly Spirit Wood in the Three Pearl Cave. The ordinary one is as hard as an earth soldier. It can be burned to refine alchemy and has many effects.

When the five pieces of wood were burned out, the old man's mental thoughts sank into the world of the copper furnace. Inside the furnace was a world of skyfire intertwined with blue, red and gold. The black skulls were floating on the sea of ​​fire, and the thousand souls were already curled up. In the ghost treasure, unable to move.

The old man’s primordial spirit manifested, probing his hand out, holding the skeleton in his hand again, and then lightly grasping with the other hand, suddenly a blood-colored chain in the skull’s head was pulled out, and then the cyan flame in the three-color sacred fire Fuying fused with the scarlet chain to ensure that the scarlet chain would not break.

Seeing this scene, Thousands of Souls were horrified, and the bans that were banned in their own life spirits were dragged out in this way. You must know that the few people who arrested him before did not dare to ask some excessive questions, lest they would arouse their souls. The restraint in the body is triggered.

Without the soul restraint, his memory would be completely exposed to the prying eyes of the old man in front of him.

Not to mention that the old man in front of him is a soul sage, enough to survive his own life, and he can't survive.

After a short while, Qianhun felt a tingling pain from the depths of his soul, and then the whole perception became stagnant.

Mu Yanliang squinted his eyes and looked at the memory of Qianhun. In his eyes, Qianhun had nothing to hide, from how he was born to how he later cultivated to the present situation step by step.

In the end, the memory picture stayed on the back of the golden armor inside the yin-qi mirror, but it was a pity that the back was very vague and the aura was chaotic.

"What a black hand, the troubles and shortages, I really think that all traces can be suppressed."

Mu Yanliang sneered, losing interest in the ghost martial artist in front of him, just a thug who was pushed out.

Soon, he walked out of the wooden house and said softly: "Come here, send this thing to the Sixth Sacred Land."

...

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye.

The Fenghu Mountain Range, the Jiao clan settlement, the leaders and clan elders of the Jiao clan, are quietly waiting for the opportunity of the sudden change of the wind and clouds in the border.

In the stone hall deep in the settlement, the old Jiao clan and Jiao Hong sit beside the Dragon Crystal Altar.

"The clan elder, Jiaohe and Jiaoshan went out to investigate the situation, why haven't they returned for so long."

After a few breaths, the clan elder's eyes opened and closed, his eyes full of vicissitudes flowed out, and he muttered: "Be calm and not restless, you will not lose anything in the clan arrangements."

"Yes."

Soon, the cave fell into silence again.

...

Northern Xinjiang, Daxia.

After Xia Tuo threw the ghost clan warrior to the giant wood tribe, he shrank in the clan and did not go out, lest there really be any accidents, he is not in the clan and cannot take care of it.

However, waiting on the left and right, half a year has passed, and the northwestern border is still safe and sound. In order to ensure that he is always aware of things, he deliberately let Hunkong temporarily create three fixed star piles, which are placed in Zidian, Giant Wood, and Black Dragon. Among the three major ethnic domains.

Not only that, the fixed star pile in Daxia City has also been built. Standing in Daxia City, it is a stone building as high as a thousand meters. The top is overflowing with a silver light, and the sun shines everywhere under the sun. The night is more like a lighthouse. Similar.

The void on the fixed star pile was torn apart, and the silver light was shining. Xun Fenghou returned from the world of the cave and headed towards the inner city of Daxia.

Summer park.

"Elder Xun, what did you find?"

"No, everything is smooth."

Xun Fenghou's words made Xia Tuo very dissatisfied. Unfortunately, this was not the fault of Elder Xun. He thought it was a trick to bring trouble to the east, and everyone should carry it together. However, Sanzhu and other sacred places in the cave were all silent.

Grandma's, all of them are unreliable, aren't all of the caves in the Holy Land very powerful? The noses and bridges are higher than the eyes, why are they withered.

The smog that permeated the Yunzi Qi of the Daxia Clan still condensed, which means that the outside influence on Daxia still exists.

"Elder Lao Fanxun shot again."

Let Xun Fenghou continue to spy on the news, Xia Tuo sat in the main seat and did not move, thinking in his heart. This passive beating, not knowing what conspiracy the enemy is in the dark, is very unfavorable for Da Xia.

How to break the game?

He got up from his seat, came to Tianlu Mountain, and pulled Wuwu out.

"The fortune in the clan is blocked, can you sense what is blocking the fortune."

He groaned and shook his chubby body abruptly.

"Where do I know, I am a totem."

"Is there any way to break through the mist?"

"Where do I know, I am a totem."

"How much influence does the haze on the purple gas have on the clan."

"Where do I know, I am one..."

"Hey, don't squeeze your body if you dare to fight a totem."

Uu shook his chubby body, and two complete chubby flesh wings grew out of his body, and purple runes could be vaguely seen.

"The haze is just gray, not black clouds overwhelming. It proves that it is not a catastrophe. At most, it will affect our great summer. When that time comes the chance of bleeding or something may pass."

"Blood, whose blood was taken, did you take it?"

Xia Tuo glared and said that it was a coincidence that Daxia provokes someone in Northern Xinjiang. If the destroyed Luoshui has the remnants of revenge, it is a causal cycle. Outsiders ride directly on Daxia’s head and shit. What's this?

Lao Tzu's blood should not be let out if possible.

"The general trend of air luck cannot be regressed. Who knows whether the haze will gradually change into a black cloud or even a rain of blood. We must always be prepared."

"I know you are counseling."

Whether there are outsiders on Tianlu Mountain, Wuwu's words are naturally unscrupulous.

Then he was punished for his own words, and Xia Tuo pinched his tail, slipped backwards, and turned in a circle in his hand.

"Woo~ I'm an innate totem species."

"I have received four innate totems in my hand."

"I am the God Lord Jumang."

"Xia Tuo, you bastard, I'm going to be fainted."

After a long time, his body swayed in mid-air, and finally hit Xia Tuo.

"Xia Tuo, your uncle."

"what did you say?"

Hearing the sound, Wu Wu was stunned immediately, and said hurriedly: "Who knows the current affairs is good, so Wu Wu does not suffer immediate losses.

This is what we call precautions, so as not to catch the blind temporarily. The great patriarch of Da Xia was able to develop Da Xia from a small mountain clan to the present situation because he understood the essence of Gou."

"I tell you that unless they directly attack the Daxia Clan's Fortune, they will not be able to find out who the dark hand is, and the dark hand behind it will indirectly affect us through more secret means, so that it will be even more impossible to find the righteous master. ."

There is no useful news from Wuwu, but what Wuwu said is true. Right now it is only a haze covering the sky, and Da Xia's ethnic fortune is still gathering through the haze.

It can be said that it has an impact, but it can also be said that the impact is not large. Even if the dark hand behind it gives up at this time, the haze will dissipate.

This reason is very simple. It's like two warriors who didn't know each other, passing by accidentally in a city. At this time, one of the warriors greeted the 18th generation of the other warrior's ancestor. Who knows.

For example, this warrior wants to sap another warrior, but has been quietly following behind him without doing anything. This situation is similar to the current Daxia.

But Xia Tuo is used to being cautious. It's better to believe this kind of thing and prepare in advance than to know nothing in case of a crisis.

After coming down from Tianlu Mountain, he returned to the stone temple and immediately ordered the clansmen and servants guarding outside the temple: "Invite the two editors of Wuyuanyuanzheng and Xinhuodian martial arts and Wudao."

...

Daxia City, Fire Temple.

Xinhuo Hall is a palace group of dozens of large and small stone temples and stone towers, the center of which is a nine-story stone tower.

In the first heavy stone hall of the stone tower, there are a series of stone steles, each of which is carved with totem statues, which are the totem statues erected in the Qianlong Hall of all large and small cities and pools in the eight cities of Daxia. You can find them here.

The ninth floor of the Stone Pagoda is where the two editors are located. Xiong Si, the editor of Wudao, came to lead from Fengming Dao three months ago and received the purple ribbon seal compiled by Daxia Third Grade Wudao.

All the martial arts and sorcery classics that Daxia has converged will be sent here to be screened and sorted out by two editors.

The four sides of the nine-layered stone temple are very spacious, with a radius of one hundred meters, divided into two parts, which are not deliberately separated, but a wooden frame made of spiritual wood stands in the hall, filled with various animal skins. Rolls, stone slips, copper slips, wooden slips, etc.

At this moment, the two editors, one east and the other, are busy with their heads down.

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