The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Latest website: Xia Tuo did not rush to make a vow of cooperation with the Daqi dead clan, first decided to suppress Sanzhu Dongtian as a prerequisite for cooperation, which is a warm-up for cooperation between the two sides.

"Okay, let's use Sanzhu Dongtian to practice hands."

Hearing this, Young Master Daqi nodded and agreed.

"The warriors of Sanzhudongtian are trapped in the marsh wasteland."

The next two parties discussed the corresponding steps. Xia Tuo left Tianyafeng and returned to the base camp to mobilize manpower.

Seeing Xia Tuo go away, Young Master Daqi and Ling Zai sat in the stone pavilion, and did not leave in a hurry.

Qian Shanlie, who had been guarding outside, saw Xia Tuo leave and re-entered the stone pavilion. He asked softly: "Young Master, Master Lingzai, even if we don’t rely on them, we can enter the Holy Land of Heaven in the world. Get it."

He looked at Young Master Daqi, but it was a pity that the jade beads hanging down from the heavens covered Jing Chou's face. As for the old face of the old man, he couldn't see any strange changes.

"Qianshan, after you go back, take good care of your men and horses. Don't take it lightly."

After a while, Daqi Young Master Jing said softly.

"Yes."

Hearing the young master's order, Qian Shanlie had to respond, turned and walked outside the stone pavilion.

"Ling Zai, let's go. With the assistance of the Huangtubo Clan, we can also have less trouble and make a quick decision."

After speaking, Jing Qiu got up, took the lead, and then the words sounded.

"This time, I will go personally and let the people of Sanzhu Cave Heaven take a look."

"Daqi, still there!"

"Old, stay with the young master."

There was a wave of waves flashing across the old face of Zai, and a hoarse voice sounded.

Daqi... is still there!

Not in life, there is also death.

...

Outside the Thousand Cang Realm,The northwest wasteland, the ancient city of Qingteng.

In the middle of the ancient green wood forest, a huge blue giant tree, the main trunk is like a sky column, the branches and leaves are like canopies, on a branch among the dense branches and leaves, the ancestor Ling sits on it, his hands are on his knees, In the palm of his hand is a short gun that is as crisp as God's jade.

The surface of the short gun is overflowing with a faint brilliance, and the surface is round and unparalleled, looking like a jade article.

At this moment, in the wasteland three thousand miles north of the ancient city of Lingteng, the ancestor of the ancestor was in coarse cloth and linen, leaning on a cane, and the breeze was blowing his beard and dancing, and it was blowing on the old face.

The ancient ancestor went all the way, his rickety body made his body appear to be one-third shorter than usual. At this moment, there was no muddy color in his eyes, only a touch of firmness.

His pace was not slow, and he quickly crossed the wasteland and entered the ancient forest of green vines. In the ancient forest, he was lost in the magical array, and the green smoke was lingering.

However, in the eyes of the ancestor, it was like nothing, and the feet were constantly straddling vertically and horizontally, and the scene in front of him was constantly changing, easily crossing the large formation of Qingteng Ancient City.

call out!call out!call out!

Between the tumbling cyan fog, there was a sound of breaking through the air, rushing towards the ancestor Yu, and facing the arrow feathers from the blast, his expression remained unchanged, and his old body did not even hide.

Cang!

Arrows gleaming with blue light all over, plunged into the soil at the feet of the ancestor Yu, immersed in the roots, leaving clear small holes in the ground.

call out!call out!

Immediately afterwards, several arrows struck again, and the ancestor Yu's expression remained unchanged, and his steps were firm.

Finally, several arrows fell on the front and back of Yu Pao, and there was no sound of breaking through the air in the depths of the dense fog.

"Why did the ancestor break into the hinterland of my spirit race."

The voice of the ancestor Ling sounded and passed into the thick fog.

Hearing this, the ancestor of the royal ancestor raised his head, his eyes gleaming brightly.

"For the king, loyal to the king."

The voice fell, and the voices from all directions seemed to have disappeared all at once, only the wind and mist were surging. After a long time, the voice came again.

"Bian Huang has long no real kings, where there are kings, ministers and kings, I prepared a spiritual feast in the spirit hall, the ancestors will come to the spirits for a long time, let's have a drink today.

After speaking, there was a pathway between the clouds and mist. The ancestor Yu didn't hesitate, walked forward with a cane, and quickly appeared in front of the Spirit Clan Spirit Hall.

Outside the hall, the ancestor of the spirit wore a green robe, stood with his hands behind him, and greeted him with a smile.

"Old ancestor, well."

The ancestor Yu walked to the front of the hall and squinted at the ancestor Ling. He didn't make a sound for a long time. This made the ancestor Ling a little hairy.

Don't look at the ancestors who are no more than magical powers to manifest the holy realm, but the existence of two reincarnations that can return safely is enough to bring people awe.

Especially in the current situation of the ancestor Ling, he has entered his twilight years and has five hundred years to live. If he can’t go further in five hundred years, then it’s time for the soldiers to reincarnate. He couldn't break through the ignorance and return safely, he didn't have the slightest assurance.

"Old friend, how are you?"

At this time, the ancestor Yu spoke out, watching the ancestor Ling pop out such a sentence.

"The ancestors broke me."

Hearing that, the ancestor Ling nodded slightly, his age is considered to be big in the border, but he is still a junior in front of the ancestor.

However, the next moment, just when he was about to make a sound again, a cyan light burst into his body, and a cyan short spear floated out, manifested above his head, and buzzed.

Seeing this scene, the ancestor Ling was taken aback, and then smiled bitterly.

Spirit gun!

How can I forget it?

This is a magic weapon handed down from the first ancestors of the spirit race, and has reached the level of a quasi-royal soldier. In the war that year, the spirit god spear killed four people.

"Lingshen, are you okay?"

The ancestor Yu looked at the manifested sharp gun, and there was a memory in his eyes.

Hum~

Upon hearing the sound, Lingshen Gun made a faint whimper.

In the war that year, the spirit clan master held a spirit gun and fought against the two quasi kings of the Daqi court.

However, the spirit clan lord is strong, but he is also afraid of group attacks. The two quasi-kings of the Daqi royal court, with the assistance of four peerless powerful men who have four steps to break the ground, jointly besieged the spirit clan lord. The Lord of the Clan Bleeding Heaven Pass.

In that battle, the spirit clan master held a sharp spear and killed the four land preparations, severely injuring the two quasi kings of Daqi, causing them to walk in embarrassment. They died after exhaustion, and the spirit spear was also severely injured. Shen rested in the ancestral land of the spirit clan.

Since then, the spirit clan has fallen, and the spirit ancestor is the second generation ancestor after the spirit clan leader sits down. Compared with the quasi-royal clan at its heyday, the spirit clan today has long declined.

Hum!

The spirit spear continued to buzz and whimper, turning into a stream of light and falling in front of the ancestor Yu, gently touching the old body, the ancestor Yu stretched out his rough palms and rubbed the spirit spear.

"I know I know……"

Soothing the spirit spear, Yu Pao looked at the spirit Patriarch.

Upon being seen in this way, the ancestor of the spirit made a childish look and choked for a while.

"I am a minister of Daqi and come to be loyal to the king."

Hearing this, the ancestor Ling's mouth moved several times, but after all he didn't say anything. At this moment, he really didn't know what to say.

The young master has something to say, you don’t need to know the ancestor of revenge. It’s not that you don’t trust the ancestor, but that the ancestor is now in his third life. There are not many years to live, at most decades. Whether this reincarnation will return or not is still unknown.

But the ancestor is the ancestor, how can this matter be kept from him? Maybe he can hide for a bit when he has not been dormant before, until the vision of the thousand celestial realm manifests in the sky, and I want to avoid it. In the eyes of the ancestor, it was really not easy.

"Ancestor, things are much more prepared..."

The old ancestor Ling was interrupted by the old ancestor before he finished speaking.

"Needless to say, I am the minister of Daqi, and I am faithful to the past today and repay the favor of the king with my stump."

After speaking, the ancestor Yu looked at Lingshen Spear again, with a smile on his face.

"Old man, come together."

After speaking, Yu Pao stood in front of the Spirit Hall, leaning on his cane, squinting his eyes slightly, and his breath fell completely silent.

He expressed his position in this way and clearly told the ancestor Ling that no matter what plan he had, he was a soldier.

In this regard, the ancestors of the spirit had no alternative.

The spirit spears uploaded by my ancestors are so close to the ancestors. How can I persuade them? The presence of this traitor is equivalent to telling the ancestors of everything.

Looking up at the sky, the blue light enveloped the sky. It was a vision emanating from the Thousand Cang Realm. I don’t know how the Young Master prepared it. As long as I can get the pure blood of the Hollow Holy Land, I can cast a curse. Law, curse the bloodline of Dongtian Holy Land to dry up.

The foundation of the Clan of the Cave Heaven Holy Land lies in the bloodline, which is also the capital they are proud of. The ancestors of the human race in the ancient times have overcome thorns and thorns, and the fusion of animal blood is to obtain more powerful power to protect the place of human reproduction.

However, they never thought that their descendants would turn their backs on the human race with this kind of blood, claim that they are superior, and even regard the human race as a humble species.

The next thing he needs to do is to protect the implementation of this plan, so as not to be noticed by Dongtian Holy Land and be destroyed by it.

Seeing that the ancestor is so stubborn, the ancestor Ling has no choice but to go with the old man. In a big deal, he will protect the ancestor.

...

Thousand Cangjie.

Back in the camp, Xia Tuo summoned Brother Fatty, Elder Conch, and the Guiding Army, Dragon Sparrow Guards, Sprite Soldiers, and under the guidance of the Yin Soldiers of Haodongying, the dead clan of Daqi Away to the camp.

Outside the marsh wasteland, as the fog rolled, there was a vague array of armored shadows, densely packed with hundreds of thousands of people, holding large guns in their hands, standing in arrays, silent.

Before the army formation, there were dozens of unicorns with heads and hundreds of meters in size. They looked like wild elephants, but they didn't have a wild elephant's nose. The center of these beasts had a huge horn the size of several meters, shining strangely. Rune.

In the forefront, there is a tall formation. On the formation, the young master Daqi and Lingzai come by the handrail, and a black armor leader stands next to it.

Xia Tuo led the soldiers to the front line of the army, leaving the Elder Conch to dominate the sprite soldiers, and he and Fat Brother boarded the high platform.

On the high platform, in addition to the young master Daqi and Lingzai, there are ten majestic figures, and the aura that each one emits is enough to compare with the powerhouses in the holy realm.

This is not even considered to be the powerhouses of the supernatural power realm that are arranged in four places under the high platform. These strengths are enough to destroy all those who enter the Thousand Cang Realm, and they are not even weaker than any sacred land in the sky.

It is hard to imagine that the great enlightenment of the dead race has accumulated such a powerful strength in tens of thousands of years.