The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Daxia city, earth veins and sky.

Xia Tuo sat cross-legged, with four things in front of him, a black stone hall, and three shiny black beads, all four objects were filled with a thick yin.

According to his eyesight, Shidian should belong to a piece of witch treasure of extremely high rank.

Being able to be blended into the ghost by the martial artist of the manifested sacred realm is enough to explain the rank of this witch treasure, and he suspects that the reason why the ghost tribe can hide from Da Xia Ziyun's prying eyes is largely due to this black stone temple.

The surface of the stone hall is full of reliefs, and the two hideous ghost kings in front of the door are stationed in front of the door. The whole body exudes an icy atmosphere. When fighting with the ghost warriors before, this stone hall evolved into six ghost kings.

"Ancestor, what do you think this thing is."

"It's just a king soldier."

"Oh."

Upon hearing the sound, Xia Tuo nodded.

Isn't it a king soldier?

"Ancestor, Turtle Ancestor, is this really Wang Bing?"

"Ok."

Old Yuan snorted: "The kid who has never seen the world, just a king soldier."

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo's expression on his face full of ecstasy faded, and he hummed dissatisfiedly: "Have I been so obvious?"

At this moment, he grasped the black stone temple with his big hands, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. For a while, the hideous ghosts carved on the surface of the stone temple seemed to be much more beautiful and not scary at all.

"You can't use it."

Then, Lao Yuan slammed: "There are still a few auras in this stone temple, but it's not the spirit of the instrument, it seems that the spirit of the instrument has disappeared. To control the stone hall with your current strength is to die."

"This is Wang Bing."

Xia Tuo didn't care about this. It was one thing in his own hands, but it was another matter whether it was Wang Bing.

Divine powers, ground-breaking, and heaven-opening, at a certain level, the king of soldiers corresponds to the king of the heaven-opening realm. This is the real power, the weapon used by the power, how can it be considered a half power.

Looking at the stone hall carefully, Xia Tuo made a difficult decision, and didn't need to peep into the scene in the stone hall with direct mental thoughts, lest he really died. If the body is broken, he can repair it, but the soul is broken. Fart.

Cherish life, stay away from uncertain crises, and try to avoid cause and effect.

"The ancestor has worked so hard over the years. Let the ancestor use this king soldier."

While talking, Xia Tuo pushed the stone temple in his hand to the side of the small water puddle, with an awe-inspiring look.

"My ancestor, I am holding the Tianhe Water Rhyme. This is the stuff of the ghost clan. It is ghostly and not round at all. Why are you here."

Before the words were finished, Lao Ying, who was lying in the puddle, moved with his petrified body, opened his mouth and swallowed the stone temple.

Xia Tuo: "..."

He's just being polite, but he didn't expect the bastard to be so unkind.

"You kid is polite, the ancestor is not polite, and he reluctantly accepted it."

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo groaned depressedly: "You're welcome."

To be honest, he is really reluctant, but he really can't control this king soldier. Apart from anything else, the god soldier used by the king seems to be the artifact blessed by the palace owners of the Night Tour Palace. Who can do that? Ensure that there is no idea that the king is immortal.

With the same idea, the king will burp when he is building the ground, and the magical power is a fart.

No matter how good Wang Bing is, he has only one life, stays away from crisis, truly loves life, starts from bit by bit, and never takes a chance, does his best, and starts from himself.

The other one is fine even if it is given to Lao Yuan. Lao Yuan is in Daxia and Wang Bing is also in Daxia. In the future, he really has the opportunity to become king, and Daxia is in the royal court.

At that time, there was only one king soldier.

When did he make someone lose money?

"Puff~"

Just when Xia Tuo was about to make a sound again, the stone hall was vomited by the old man, flashing with black light, and one after another ghost energy began to develop.

An aura that made him unable to resist, his body retreated involuntarily, and the spiritual veins in the cave began to melt.

Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo's heart suddenly tensed, okay, this pot was really timely, and he almost buried himself.

Sure enough, cheap is not so good, first of all, you must have strength.

"Woo, mobilize the clan movement."

In an instant, the purple pillars stood one after another in the sky above Tianlu Mountain, rising up the nine heavens and descending to the earth veins, sealing the earth veins Dongtian into a purple god's realm.

The purple spirit of clan luck enveloped the world, Lao Yuan slowly crawled out of the puddle, the tortoise shell on his back was like weathered sand, his mouth opened, and a long blue river rushed from his mouth. After coming out, the black stone hall was washed away, and the ghost spirit gradually melted in the long river.

"Hey, there is one more living."

At this moment, Xia Tuo had become a spectator, quietly watching Lao Yuan driving the real water to wash away the ghostly spirit, and Lao Yuan's voice came from her ear.

"Nine Nether Yinlong is still in its infancy."

There was a gloomy light in Lao Yuan's eyes, looking through the stone palace.

"Unexpectedly, this kind of alien beast that can only be born in a place with no shadow of heaven and earth has not been cut off."

In the pool in the ghost temple, a big head, slender like chopsticks, covered with ugly little snakes like pustules, half raised his head in the water, looking at the old Ying outside the stone temple.

"Do you come out by yourself, or I will catch you out."

Hearing the sound, Jiuyou Yinlong's body trembled, and it was over. It seemed that the envoy of the Night Tour Palace was belching, and now it is hard to protect himself.

"Don't be inferior. Although you are ugly, I have lived for tens of thousands of years. I have seen more ugly ancestors than you. You are not the ugliest."

Jiuyou Yinlong "..."

"Cough~~"

Seeing Lao Yuan talking about Dashan, Xia Tuo gave a light cough, indicating his existence.

Don't take the clan master to be a big player. In this underground cave, he can be regarded as the top five martial arts expert.

In the next moment, he saw a black shadow like a snake emerge from the portal of the black hole of the stone temple.

When he saw what appeared clearly, Xia Tuo was taken aback.

I go.

It's really ugly!

Is Lao Yuan mistaken, sure this is a dragon?

Frozen, he murmured: "I have seen you a long time ago, I thought the earth dragon was the ugliest dragon clan."

Jiuyou Yinlong curled up, his slender body wrapped his head in a circle, his entire body bulged, revealing a pitiful appearance.

"Nine Sun Fire Phoenix, Nine Nether Yin Dragon."

At this time, the yin and sorrowful voice of the old man sounded, making Xia Tuo feel chilly all over, this old bastard has a moth.

"Since the nine thousand six hundred and thirty-nine years of the Chi Ming calendar, the Nine Sun Fire Phoenix has fallen into the Black Sea, and there is a rumor that there is no innate blood in the wasteland."

"Boy, do you want to taste the taste of God."

Hearing the sound, Jiuyou Yinlong was shocked. This is its deepest secret, even the ghost martial artist of the Night Tour Palace is not clear.

It stayed in the Night Tour Palace, also to hide itself, so as not to be noticed by the old monsters in the world, and stewed it. Although it looks ugly, it might be fragrant when it is stewed.

It's scary to think about it.

The same Xia Tuo also showed surprise, he shook his head.

"It's too ugly to eat."

"Really no pursuit."

Lao Yuan cursed: "Do you know why the old reptile can have its current status? Back then, a grass snake faded away from the mortal body, and it was reborn after drinking a drop of divine blood."

Lao Yuan’s eyes were full of hatred. He was fortunate enough to drink a drop of divine blood to transform from a tortoise to Jiujiayu. The name Jiujiayu was born in the Chiming era, and it didn’t exist before the Chiming era. Yes, he is talking about.

It is precisely because of this drop of divine blood that the tortoise clan's blood has been stimulated to be transparent and can live so long.

The reason why the old reptile wants to eat him is very simple, God's blood.

Swallowing him, gathering the blood of the gods, might be able to reproduce the majesty of innate creatures and break the shackles of the life class since Yankang.

"The ancestor is forgiving, I say, I say all."

Jiuyou Yinlong yelled, and the voice seemed to be enveloping the yin wind, which was very harsh. It knew that it was dangerous to play tricks in front of an old turtle that didn't know the depth, so it simply begged for mercy.

"I have nothing to do with the Minggui clan, I just want to hide my traces by the Minggui clan. What the Minggui clan does has nothing to do with me.

There is also a large formation of Mingzhu from the Minggui clan in the hall, which can be used to confine the space and transmit messages.

The Night Tour Palace of the Underworld Tribe and the attached Ghost Spirit Sect were long gone. The only remaining three old ghosts in the land were also severely injured and fell asleep. They needed a lot of Yin Qi to recuperate. May wake up.

The ghost tribe was able to come to the border from the northern border ghost area, it was with the help of the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land to make a secret move, blocking the Witch Order King Court and the desolate ghost king.

The Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land allows them to mess up the border, and it is best to let the earth veins roll, as if the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land wants to find something here, the envoy of the ghost clan inferred that this thing is hidden in the earth veins.

Several envoys of the ghost clan were not at ease working for the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land, so they sent a group of people to trouble other places to deal with the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land. Their main force was to establish a ghost country and induce ghost energy to regain silence. The old ghost of the land.

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This stone hall is a hall of ghosts, built by the first generation of night travel palace’s master, the heavenly soul and ghost king. It is said that it has been instructed by the great ghost king of heaven and human realm who sits in the Nether Land, and later has been blessed by the ghost kings of the past.

The man with chaotic horns is the depiction of the ghost king of the heavenly soul. It is dead. The ghost king of the night travel palace has lived for the longest 8,000 years before being killed.

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I~~ I know so much, I really have nothing to do with the ghost clan, I just want to use their power to hide myself.

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Okay, well, I did something for the ghost clan, but these things have to be done. The dragon is in the ghost clan, so I can’t help myself.

..."

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Xia Tuo sat cross-legged, and an animal skin scroll appeared in his hand. While listening, he remembered that the history of the rise and fall of the ghost clan appearing on the wasteland had a rough idea.

"Go on. "

After writing the last word, he looked at Jiuyou Yinlong and said aloud.

He really didn't know this thing, it was so ugly, it was because the old bastard knew it, or he thought it was an ugly monster and killed it directly.

"Forgive me, my meat is ugly, yes yes, I am poisonous and extremely poisonous. I am not only ugly, but also smelly."

Xia Tuo looked at Lao Yuan, and saw that a stream of light burst out of Lao Yuan's eyes and sank into the stone hall. Then black lights shot towards him, manifested in front of him, and piled up into one. heap.

It is Mingzhu.

There are more than a hundred in total, and there is also a shiny black skull among them.

ps Sorry for it’s late, no changes today, but today’s bad luck, things are half done, in the evening with friends at the roadside noodle shop to eat noodles, I asked for the slightly spicy, came up for a sip of the soup, spicy and spicy It was so hot that I was so choked with tears. Now my throat is like a scorching fire, and my swallowing hurts.