The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

On Tianlu Mountain, purple aura was permeated, and Xia Tuo's figure was completely shrouded in it, and the scene of the mountain top could not be seen clearly outside.

The quasi-prime spirit manifested in the world of Qi Luck, and Xia Tuo groaned while looking at the twenty shining pillars of Qi Luck.

"Atuo, are you playing my idea."

Woo turned into a stream of light, circle after circle around Xia Tuo's body, he instinctively felt that he was chilly, and he didn't say anything, it must be Xia Tuo this bad guy has some conspiracy.

"What do you mean by the human race?"

"I don't know, I am a totem."

Wuwu stopped the figure, shook his head and said.

Xia Tuo directly ignored this, and continued to ponder: "From the birth of the human race, it has passed on three great eras. The human blood has long been spread throughout the wild nine realms, but no one has ever said clearly, what exactly is the family fortune?

The totem is the foundation for the human race to get together, and the two complement each other. The difficulty of luck is not only a shrine, and you can only wait and see from afar and not approach."

"I don't know, I am a totem."

Uu was crying with a small face and groaning.

"Okay, okay, I'll just say that all I know is from the inherited memory."

Clicking on Wu Wu's head, Xia Tuo waited for Wu's words. The tribe's general fortune is a tribe's prosperous momentum. Da Xia is now combined with eleven realms, and there are more than ten supernatural powers under his command. He is the master of the clan and Holding the seal of heaven in hand, is it possible that luck can only serve as a shelter?

The mystery of Qi Luck is very deep, and he doesn't think he can fully understand it, but for the moment, the mystery of Qi Luck is far from being displayed.

"A long time ago, Yankang was the era of the true spirits of heaven and earth. At that time, it was called the age of ignorance. Later, people would sometimes call it the Qianli of Mountains and Seas.

Think about it, everyone is so strong, and they want to fight for the position of the boss, so one day everyone will start fighting, and fighting will break the world.

This naturally made God very unhappy, God was unhappy, everyone was unlucky, and many true spirits of heaven and earth who had been conquered for a long time had not been killed by themselves.

At this time, the real spirits of the heavens and the earth turned their heads and discovered that because of their own melee, other creatures appeared on the wasteland. Some were transformed from the blood bones of the fallen real spirits, and some were some ant beasts that they once looked down upon. The good fortune of the Fallen True Spirit became tyrannical.

As the true spirit of the once overlord of heaven and earth, it was naturally unhappy to see the rise of the once ants. However, the true spirit that has experienced the conquest of the entire era has gradually declined under the siege of rising beasts and ghosts.

The fallen true spirits were unwilling, they found a very weak tribe on the wasteland, the human race.

They found that although the human race was weak and weak, and although the innate physique was extremely weak, it was far inferior to the fierce beast, but the cultivation process and time were much shorter than that of the fierce beast and true spirit.

As a result, the innate true spirit became the totem of the human race in the form of totems, and slowly developed the road of totem martial arts practice. At that time, it was called the era of mountain and sea.

To be precise, the Yankang era belongs to the end of the Shanhai Post-calendar era. The Human Race had fought ghosts and beasts on the wasteland for a long time before establishing the dominance of the Human Race in the wasteland."

"Why didn't you say it before."

"You didn't ask either."

Wu Wu shook his head, with a pitiful look of me, and said in deep thought: "Furthermore, it has been so many years, and it doesn't matter if you say it. They are all old things. Now it is the world of the human race. They are all lingering and panting, becoming the one who God does not love and the mountains and rivers do not hurt."

"Atuo, every ethnic group has developed to a certain level, and when billions of trillions of creatures gather, there will be a general trend of ethnic luck. This is an inevitable process."

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo nodded. From Wuwu’s mouth, he knew the history of mountains and seas. It seems that this wasteland has existed for much longer than three generations since Yankang.

Fuck...

After a while, he strangled his thoughts in his heart. This fact is too far away, so he should take care of the things before him.

"How much has your memory recovered?"

Facing Xia Tuo's question, Wuwu nodded first, then shook his head.

"I do not know either."

Wu Wu said this is the truth, he really knows whether, and the dusty memory makes him wonder what kind of realm the former Jumang God Lord has reached.

Xia Tuo wasn't asking about this. Wuwu, this little blunder would be abnormal if he didn't get confused, and then he explained his guess.

Suddenly, Wu Wu revealed a pensive color.

"Clan luck purple qi is a very magical thing. Since you can add to the martial arts cultivation, you, as the clan leader in charge of the Daxia clan luck, can naturally add to your luck."

After a long time, Wuwu said with some embarrassment that the memory of inheritance has been awakened a lot, but there is no correlation with how to control the clan luck. His totem god is indeed a bit misleading.

"Atuo!"

Suddenly and quietly, he jumped up suddenly, and quickly reached before Xia Tuo fell down.

"Atuo, I remember."

"The God Realm of Race!"

"The God Realm of Race!"

"After the birth of the human race, after a period of accumulation, a magical place was born, and only warriors of human blood can enter it."

"Should we try?"

After a long time, Wu Wu said to Xia Tuo.

Xia Tuo glanced at it, his eyebrows were raised, and he always felt a little unreliable, God Realm of Clan Fortune?

Sure it wasn't this little bastard who broke it by himself.

Because this little bastard also didn't know exactly what kind of existence of the God Realm of Clan Destiny.

As the master of the Daxia clan, the warriors who carry the seal of the Daxia Qi Luck all have cultivation bonuses, and he naturally also has the seal in charge of the seal. It can be said that he is the most blessed person in the entire Daxia clan.

But there is no doubt that the mystery of clan movement is far more than that.

After a long time, Xia Tuo looked at Wuwu and said in deep thought, "Are you sure?"

"What I think of in the memory of inheritance comes from the previous generations of Jumang, and they all have memories of the gods of ethnic movement."

When Wu Wu said that, Xia Tuo was slightly relieved. He and Wu Wu had a natal contract. Even if Wu Wu was dead, he wouldn't make a joke with them.

"You said this opens the God Realm of Clan Movement."

"I mobilized the clan luck and purple energy to come to you, the rest is for you."

Wuwu was also very bachelor. After saying a word, he turned into a streamer and disappeared in the purple world of family luck. At the same time, Xia Tuo also recovered from the purple world.

Boom!

Then, there was a roar in the sky above Tianlu Mountain, and a three-foot-sized purple thunder appeared. Once it appeared, it caused the purple energy within a thousand miles to roll, as if it were worshipping.

As the thunder sounded, it turned into a stream of light and fell towards the center of Xia Tuo's eyebrows.

Immediately after him groaned, and his body trembled, he fell into an endless haze. Some felt that he was wandering away from the sky, his body was light and fluttering, and he could not feel that he was in the state of the soul or that he was. In the state of flesh and blood, the whole person is already ethereal.

This time, Xia Tuo's purpose was very clear. He wanted to use his family luck Zi Qi, or enlighten the law, or transform the soul. Of course, both of them have diligence, that is the best.

This thought wandered in his own thoughts, no matter how he was in a trance, he clung to his original mind, and he wanted to see what the so-called Divine Realm of Race Fortune was.

At the moment when the purple thunder appeared, Wu Wu suddenly turned into a three-foot-sized sentence mang without control, with two purple dragons under his feet, claws and teeth stirring the overflowing purple gas.

In a short period of time, his expression became solemn, his brows frowned, and wisps of purple air fell onto him from high altitude.

"Atuo, you are so lucky. I really envy you for having such a good Totem God Lord like me."

The solemnity did not last for two breaths, and the original form was revealed. There was a smile on his small face. He glanced at his feet, stomped, and said, "Hey, don't make trouble, your souls haven't completely returned yet, now you are obediently. "

After being lightly tapped twice, the two purple little dragons really calmed down a lot, lying in the purple qi, not moving.

Condensing his aura, Wuwu's small eyes flashed with purple light, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Following the ancient contract, the eternal totem concluded by the blood of Wujumang and human race reappears."

Hum!

As the words of Wu Wu fell, the purple energy danced wildly on the top of the Tianlu Mountain, falling like a Tianhe, a few inches from the center of Wu Wu's eyebrows, blending with the blue light that appeared at the center of Wu Wu's eyebrows. Going away with Xia Tuo's eyebrows.

"Totem guide, go."

After doing all this, Wu Wu seemed to be drained, and the two little dragons under his feet became shriveled tree roots.

"Damn Xia Tuo, actually took the great sentence mang as a vassal."

Unable to support the hum of the gods, it turned into a chubby little bug again, and circled Xia Tuo twice.

"He~tui~"

"He~tui~"

"This time I can lose the real spirit. The great totem has become a vassal of the human race. When it is over, it is obviously an eternal contract and equal. How can I become a vassal of the bastard Atuo? In turn, this bastard made me a little brother. It’s almost the same."

Wuwu was very angry. Just now Totem Luyin touched two of his small nerves and spit out two mouthfuls at Xia Tuo. Unfortunately, he was in a state of illusion and substance, and there was no drool at all.

"Nine generations of Jumang, the inheritance of several eras, was destroyed by the body of Wuwu, my Jumang ancestors, this is not bad for me, it's not that Wuwu didn't grow up, but the human race is too cunning.

Hum!

On the center of Xia Tuo's eyebrows, there is a strange rune, purple as a seal, and outlines a human character wrapped in the shape of a mang god, blending with the breath of his whole body.