The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

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No one thought that the ghost of Sanzhu Dongtian would let the god Hou Yuanshen sit in an old body.

At this moment, the four martial artists of Longbo Holy Land and Liujiao Holy Land are not calm. Although Shenhou Yuanshen is trapped in the martial artist of the manifested sacred state, the Shenhou is the Shenhou, and the power and supernatural powers that erupt will inevitably exceed the manifested sacred state. .

As the direct participants in the battle of Qiyun, the warriors of the two big caves have long been given advance points from the clan, and the three big caves must expel Shanhai Dongtian in advance.

Sanzhu Dongtian hides a god Hou Yuanshen, who to defend?

Obviously!

Once they worked together to expel Shanhai Dongtian and Daxia, they would be unlucky for the rest.

"granduncle!"

Looking at the old man locked in the beam, Mu Jiuhan yelled. In this short moment, even if he lived through a long time and experienced a lot of time, he was a little dazed.

Shanhaidongtian!Shanhaidongtian!

Could it be that this mountain and sea cave is so naive!

In order to seal the uncle's primordial spirit into the body of the Manifestation of the Holy Realm, and to prevent it from being detected by Qi Luck, Sanzhu Dongtian spent a great price, and this price was enough to create a god.

But it happened to be mixed up by a fat man.

Feeling the light in the eyes of Uncle Long and the martial artist of the Six Flood Dragon Holy Land, Mu Jiuhan didn't know what to do for a while!

"Faster!"

At this time, Fatty's urging voice sounded in Xia Tuo's spiritual world again. Obviously Fatty couldn't hold it anymore. A godly soul was not easy to control.

Xia Tuo had already reacted to this meeting. Although things exceeded his expectations, fortunately, he was barely out of control.

"Fat elder, this elder should be interested in this alliance, not necessarily to participate in the battle of luck."

In a blink of an eye, everyone's eyes fell on Xia Tuo's body. It's really a good one to open his eyes and talk nonsense. When he arrives, he is sleepy. Is this because he is interested in the rules of the battle of luck?

"Clan Lord Xia, pay attention to your identity."

Then, the fat brother looked at Xia Tuo, and said one word at a time.

Suddenly, everyone saw Xia Tuo's expression condensed, and then frustrated. There was anger in his eyes, but he suppressed it firmly, not speaking.

"Yes, my uncle is here to observe the rules of the battle of luck."

Fortunately, Mu Jiuhan reacted for a while and slid down the pole Xia Tuo handed over. Of course, he didn't mean to appreciate Xia Tuo at all.

Believe it or not, anyway, my uncle came to see the constitution of the War of Fortune Covenant.

Yes, it must be killed~!

"Humph!"

Fat brother snorted coldly, and took the jade axe in his hand, and an old voice sounded at the moment the light beam disappeared.

"The land of the spirit race, the gods stop!"

In the next moment, a cyan figure flashed, and then the elder soul also disappeared, and the thick white mist rolled outside, it was the ancestor of the spirit tribe who shot.

"Clan Lord Xia, pay attention to your identity."

Just before everyone looked back, Fat Brother's voice sounded again, and no emotions were heard. Everyone's eyes fell on Xia Tuo's body. Seeing Xia Tuo's desire to speak, his anger was unable to evaporate. Look.

"Humph!"

Seeing everyone's eyes looking over, the fat brother snorted domineeringly, with a sullen look, but no matter whether it was Long Bo, or the three plants, or the martial artist of the Sixth Sacred Land, he did not touch his eyes. Turn aside.

All of a sudden, I fell into a strange silence. Daxia, you look at me and I look at you, but I don't know how to speak.

As soon as Fatty made his move, he interrupted Mu Jiuhan's desire to control the rhythm of the alliance. As for the warriors of Longbo Holy Land and Liujiao Holy Land, he was shocked by his shot.

Xia Tuo was very anxious when he saw this scene. After that, he was frightened.

We don't know when the fat man had this method.

It's all right now, all of them are stunned.

Fat brother also understood in front of his eyes, he was so strong, he looked scared these people.

At this point, there is no need for Xia Tuo to say, he coldly snorted: "What are you doing in a daze? Isn't it an alliance? Yes."

"Three hundred thousand people, three manifesting sacred realms, three manifesting sacred realms, five supernatural powers and one heavy, two Wuzongs, but these are all set by you, I don't want face in the mountains, seas and caves.

So let's go, my home master said that it's still a rule to look at the regulations you made, so take one head and one tail, and remove the manifestation in the middle."

After finishing speaking, the fat brother looked around and fell on the martial artist of the Sixth Sacred Land, and asked: "Do you have any opinions?"

"Just right."

Hearing the sound, Jiao faintly arched his hands and said, it would be harmless to lack the martial arts of the Dharma Phase Realm. Anyway, there are few people. The martial arts of the Six Jiao Holy Land stimulate the blood, and the supernatural powers can rival the common law state.

"can."

Long Jingshi also agreed. After he spoke, Long Yaoshi didn't say much.

At this moment, seeing the two great Dongtian warriors looking towards him, Mu Jiuhan knew that the matter was over, and the objection was useless, after all, the cracks had already occurred.

"Okay, that's it, you guys continue to discuss."

After speaking, the fat brother closed his eyes and didn't say much. For a while, he didn't mention how beautiful he was. The conscience of heaven and earth finally let him catch the opportunity and let Xia Tuo cooperate with him for many years. The resentment of being oppressed.

Cool!

"The battle of luck is based on the tribal alliance totem battle contract long ago. Even if it is because of the changes of the times, it is impossible to follow the oldest ritual of the human race, but the rules still have to be said, right."

Seeing that no one was speaking, Xia Tuo said in a warm voice, not at all domineering.

"The Xia clan leader is right."

Then the black dragon clan master agreed: "We should follow the rules. We have to formulate detailed contract rules so that Daxia can carry out the war most fairly. Even if we lose, we will be convinced."

At this time, Long Yaoshi was taken aback for a moment, then glanced at Long Jingshi next to him, and then said: "The original rules are set, but they are not rigorous. In order to prevent accidents from happening, such as returning soldiers, gods Hou’s seal, legal decree, and any deprivation must be expressly forbidden and put in the contract to announce to the heavens. Violators will never be allowed to live beyond."

Long Yaoshi's words made Mu Jiuhan's mouth twitch.

"Not bad!"

Xia Tuo also nodded and said: "Since the number of people participating in the battle of luck has been fixed, let's discuss the details in detail."

...

Outside the cloud and mist, the ancestor Ling stood standing in the void. Under the cover of the white mist, his body seemed to be illusory. He quietly looked at the four uncles on the top of the mountain who were discussing details and the warriors in the Holy Land of Dongtian.

The flash of light in his eyes made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

After a long time, the eyes of the ancestor Ling suddenly turned into a killing light.

"not the right time yet!"

In an instant, an illusory sound spread into the spiritual world of the ancestor Ling, and then the killing light in his eyes calmed down, and the muddy appearance was restored again.

"Daqi will not take the rise and fall of the deserted human race as a price, not before, and not in the future!"

The deep voice floated among the white mist, but was imprisoned within three feet of the ancestor Ling's body, and did not reach the outside.

"Where is there a future!"

The ancestor Ling murmured, and the figure disappeared into the clouds.

"The wasteland has never had a great start, but the big start has brought disaster to the wasteland."

An illusory figure emerged in the white mist, a long robe lined with dragon patterns, golden crows, and laurels, wearing a flat crown on his head, and feet wearing dragon boots.

Void's face was dimly visible, and it was a young man's face, which was vaguely immature.

After three breaths, the ghost shook his head and completely dissipated among the clouds.

...

The four great uncles plus the Hollow Holy Land, the whole group discussed for half a month and listed thousands of rules.

Any power beyond the sacred realm of supernatural powers is not allowed to appear, whether it is ancient magic weapons, witchcraft, true spirits, puppets, war beasts, armor,... seizures, reincarnations, imprints of gods, decree, etc.

...

The strong in the witch sect realm must not exceed the middle witch sect realm, cannot control the puppets, and cannot preset curses, blood taboos, blood sacrifices, and evil methods in advance.

...

The eloquent battle contract was filled with a piece of white dragon skin, and almost the dragon skin produced by this lord's peak white dragon was not enough to write.

With more than one hundred thousand characters, I almost missed eating, drinking and sleeping. It can be said that he truly followed the simple rules of the ancient human race. Everyone used almost the same strength to fight.

The white dragon skin was spread on the top of the mountain, densely packed with words, and a little blood at the bottom, which was the mark left by the uncles and the caveman.

With this imprint, who dares to play with flowers, then just wait for it to be finished.

This contract is mainly to limit the warriors of the highest realm. The further down, the warriors of the Tianmai and Kaishan realm will have no restrictions. What is the use of swords, guns and sticks?

After all, three hundred thousand people, ninety-nine percent of them are warriors below the Divine Tibetan realm. The totem battle contract, the main battle is these ordinary warriors from various ministries. Generally speaking, the higher the strength, the more the final shot.

This contract was divided into four parts, each with the breath of four races of warriors. To be precise, Dongtian Holy Land also participated in the war under the skin of a tribe.

"One year later, in the Thousand Cang Realm, the battle of luck begins!"

With a second sentence, Mu Jiuhan took the lead with Mu Qingyun to leave. He needs to go back and report the unexpected incident to the Dongzhu Union so that the clan can prepare early.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Tuo and Fat Brother also hurriedly left. The remaining Liujiao and Longbo Sacred Land martial artist took a look, and tacitly arched their hands, tearing apart the clouds and disappearing on the top of the mountain.

Seeing everyone disappear, the figure of the ancestor Ling appeared.

"One year later, Thousand Cangjie!"

"Have waited for ten thousand years, finally waited!"

The illusory figure reappeared, even if it was a phantom, there was still an aura of contemplation.

"Ancestor, don't participate in the spirit race. This is not a war of the spirit race."

Upon hearing this, the ancestor Ling was taken aback and shook his head gently.

"Without Da Qi, the Spirit Clan would have been perished long ago. This old bone of mine can still afford the Spirit Gun, for Da Qi, for King Jing Tian, ​​and for those who have died of resentment over the years.