The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

On the Tianlu Mountain, Xia Tuo struggled with his brains and wanted to think of some crooked tricks, but wanted to deceive the Great Uncle and the Holy Cave of Heaven behind him. Such a trick was a bit difficult.

Above the head is a purple divine light, and the seal is floating in the air like a god. The dazzling purple light penetrates the sky, like the sky, arousing the vast purple gas in all directions, overflowing with noble grace.

Compared with Zidian, Black Dragon, and Giant Mu Bo Bu, Da Xia's biggest advantage is human luck.

Daxia originated in the wasteland, the real people of the wasteland, plus the existence of Wuwu, the authentic innate totem god, and the approval of the heaven and earth in his hands to be ordered to the Cullinan, these are his advantages.

This is also the basis of his opportunism. To put it bluntly, the so-called air luck is a kind of illusory thing, which needs sustenance, and now the air luck manifestation in the wasteland is relying on the tribe.

The battle of Qi Luck is the competition between tribes. All tribes that can beat the heroes will naturally be blessed by Qi Luck.

To give a simple example, just like a general who is always victorious, every time he leads an army, countless people will feel that this battle will be won. This is the general trend.

The tribe that wins the battle of luck will inevitably spread throughout the border and wasteland of the northwestern land, and all the northwestern parts will be pressed by the victor. This is the general trend of luck.

After racking his brains and thinking for a long time, Xia Tuo didn't think of a good way. After all, his opponent was not a pig, but a group of human spirits, and it was easy to deceive them to deceive them.

This makes him very unwilling.

"Is it true that you have to head-on?"

Frowning, contemplation in his eyes.

At this moment, Qiao'er volleyed in a purple dress and landed on Tianlu Mountain.

"Uncle, are you really not practicing?"

These days, Xia Tuo was silent on the Tianlu Mountain, and the affairs of the clan were handed over to Xia Ge's all the assistants. Everyone thought that he was practicing in retreat, and Xia Tuo did not explain it.

When he reached his current state, in fact enlightenment was more important than penance, and he was in the process of quantitative change to qualitative change.

"Qiaoer, what's the matter in the family?"

Seeing Qiao'er approaching, Xia Tuo asked.

"There are several Gefu in the clan who are busy. There is no major issue. I just sensed the obscure feeling in my luck, and I wondered if something difficult happened to my uncle."

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo lost his mind. In the past few days, in order to think of bad ideas, he inadvertently blended with his own spiritual will and family luck, and his anxious mood was inadvertently caught by Qiaoer.

"It's about the battle of luck."

For Qiao'er, Xia Tuo didn't conceal, and said what he was thinking.

"Uncle, the battle of luck involves God's foresight, and it is not easy to speculate in it."

Hearing Xia Tuo's words, Qiao'er's white brows frowned slightly, and said softly: "Moreover, the other tribe owners are scheming and calculating. Moreover, the cave heaven behind them have been planned for so many years, and they have estimated all possibilities. They were almost prepared for the accidents that occurred."

Qiao'er’s words are true, and Xia Tuo cannot deny this. In order to seek the luck of the frontiers, Dongtian Holy Land started preparations when Daqi collapsed ten thousand years ago. If he treats others as a fool, he is the biggest one. That fool.

For a while, Xia Tuo was uncomfortable!

Irritable!

He converged his mind and finally put the unrealistic ideas behind him, thinking again about how to deal with the next battle of luck.

The battle of Qi Luck is inevitable, even if Da Xia does not participate in it, once the three uncles of Zidian, Giant Wood, and Black Dragon win or lose, the momentum of the winner's air will be enough to overwhelm Da Xia.

If the general situation of Qi Luck does not advance, it will retreat. It is like sailing against the current. There is no way to retreat, so even if he knows that the Holy Cave of Heaven is behind the ghosts, he needs to meet him.

The Xia clan leader who couldn't think of crooked tricks was really uncomfortable.

...

Three days later, the court edict of the Daxia clan spread throughout the eleven roads of Daxia, each city selected elite soldiers and reported the facts of the clan court.

Along with this edict, the entire Daxia began to operate, the binding force of the totem warge contract was very cumbersome, and the war was about the belonging of luck, so it could not be taken lightly.

At the same time, in the hall of the Daxia clan, all five pavilions of Daxia were present.

"Elder Xun, you immediately go to the Black Dragon Tribe and invite the Black Dragon clan lord to gather in Qingteng Ancient City, and you said to discuss the ghost tribe’s troubles and famine. Monsters and ghosts."

At this moment, what Xia Tuo said was awe-inspiring and compassionate. The fat brother sitting below blinked, and he almost believed it.

"Haohai God General, go to Uncle Giant Mu's Department, and convey the same invitation to Uncle Giant Mu."

"Fat elder, go to the Zidian Department."

"When I left the clan to go to Qingteng Ancient City, the affairs of the clan were temporarily controlled by the two pavilions of Xiong Si and Hunkong."

After the clan discussion, everyone left the clan hall, and the fat brother stayed slowly at the end. Seeing that everyone had left the clan hall, his chubby body returned and suddenly came to Xia Tuo.

"I said, what the hell did you make?"

Xia Tuo said with a smile, "You want to know?"

"Come on, you don't know Fat Brother I am more curious."

"The secret is not to be revealed."

Xia Tuo smiled mysteriously, and suddenly Fat Brother couldn't wait to blast his face with a fist.

"You don't say so, let's go to Zidian first, and then to Qingteng Ancient City."

Then, Fat Brother also played a rogue, who was more afraid of someone than a rogue, Fatty didn't believe that he would lose to the shameless Xia Tuo every time.

"This strategy won't work anymore."

After speaking, Xia Tuo got up from his seat and walked out.

"Let's go, let's go to the Zidian Department first by the way."

"Just go."

Fat brother snorted coldly, he felt that since the martial art realm pulled down Xia Tuo, his thoughts seemed to have been pulled down, really irritable.

What the hell is Xia Tuo doing?

He promised with his character for more than one hundred years that Xia Tuo is absolutely fooling around. If he doesn't have any wicked ideas, his fat brother will walk with his hands from now on and will never break his words.

Xia Tuo volleyed out of Daxia City, and the fat brother followed closely. He wanted to use his wisdom to dig through Xia Tuo's conspiracy.

In fact, Xia Tuo’s strategy is divided into three steps. The first step is to invite the masters of the three uncles to the ancient city of Qingteng. As for expelling the ghost clan, it is just an excuse. If the three uncles fail, then the next two The steps are meaningless.

This second step is...

The third step is...

...That's the three steps...

...

Purple Power Department.

Thousands of miles away from the Zidian Clan, Xia Tuo felt a strong thunderous breath. The silver light of Zidian ran across the sky, and the light of purple light and silver electricity were intertwined to form a thunder field.

Compared with the thunderous air of Zidian Bo, the Kuilei tribe was a younger brother, and there is no comparison between the two.

Standing above the wasteland, Xia Tuo's pupils were filled with purple light, and he looked towards Zidian Bo's tribe. In the depths of Zidian Bo's tribe, a purple lightning pierced the sky and surrounded the purple thunder dragons.

In the purple light, a golden phantom of a giant floated faintly. The luck of each tribe is hidden, and it is difficult for outsiders to peek, even if it is a god, unless the tribe is destroyed and forced to observe.

After exhausting his eyesight, Xia Tuo still didn't see how much clan luck the Zidian Department had accumulated. He could feel that Zidian's clan luck was far worse than his Daxia.

At this moment, the fat brother has already gone to the Purple Electronics Department.

A hundred miles away from the Zidian clan, a purple light divine electricity traversed the void and greeted the fat brother in the sky.

Cang!

In an instant, the small jade axe in Fat Brother's hand turned into ten feet in size, and he moved towards the ground, and the purple electricity that exploded suddenly spread in the air.

"Whoever came, trespassed on Zidian Clan's land and died."

"I'll go, your uncle."

The fat brother scolded dissatisfiedly: "I'm his mother..."

Then he spoke and coughed slightly.

"Ah...I'm the elder of the Great Xia Clan. On the order of my Great Xia Clan Master, I hereby invite Master Zidian to go to the Qingteng Ancient City Union League. This is a tribal document.

With that said, the fat man raised a pair of purple scrolls in his hands, and took away his swollen belly. When going out, it means Daxia, he can't scold others, he should just scold in his heart.

Then, a young man wearing a purple and gold armor appeared in the shining clan land. He looked at the fat man with a scrutiny in his eyes, and a flash of contempt flashed in his pupils.

"Bring it."

Hearing that, the fat brother threw the scroll in his hand, turned his head and left, it was not worth angering for a bloody mess.

Watching the fat brother go away, the young man in purple and gold armor looked at the purple scroll in his hand. There was a big summer totem mark on it, overflowing with brilliance, and he looked around and found nothing wrong, and quietly disappeared into the air.

This scroll did not fall into the hands of Zi Wuxiao, the owner of the Zidian clan, but was handed over to a golden giant sitting deep in the clan land by the Zijin youth.

The scroll opened, and the above record is also very simple, that is, the owner of the Zidian clan is invited to the ancient city of Qingteng to solve the problem of the ghost clan's disaster on the northwestern land.

This matter involves extraterritorial forces, members of the northwest, Daxia and Zidian live together under the same sky, each other's brotherhood, etc., and they should assume the responsibilities of Jingping Northwest.

Finally, Xia Tuo, the lord of the Daxia clan, bowed down and said respectfully.

After reading the scroll, the giant golden armor remained silent, his eyes opened and closed, like two golden giant ponds deriving from each other.

Then the huge body burst out with golden light, and when the golden light dissipated, it turned into an ordinary-sized golden robe warrior, but the beards and hair were all golden.

"Go down and keep on patrolling."

The Jinpao people walked towards the Zidian Clan Hall, and Zi Wuxiao, who was sitting cross-legged in the hall, saw the Jinpao people appear, got up hurriedly, and said, "Master Long, what can you tell me?

Earlier, he had already sensed the outside voice, but it was no longer his clan leader who was really in charge in the Zidian Department.

Then, Zi Wuxiao saw a purple light flying towards him, accompanied by a bitter voice.

"Go to Qingteng this time, I will go with you."