The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Latest website: Young Master Daqi's words are faint, and he can't hear the slightest emotional fluctuations, as if he is saying something insignificant.

Rumor has it that there are gods in the Netherworld. In the years before Yankang and the mountains and seas, part of the true soul of the fallen heaven and earth true spirit has not been destroyed, and has escaped into the silence of the nine secluded souls, intending to escape the obliteration of the will of heaven and earth.

True spirits and true souls are boundless, some of the wounded true spirits, although they are seriously injured and have to hide, but the souls inadvertently exude remnant thoughts, appear holy, and gradually turn into some psychic gods, who were born in the Nether World The belief of some creatures.

In the Netherworld, there are a total of thirteen powerful beings with manifested holy names, which are the Nine Kings and Four Saints. The Nine Nether King is not the King of the Open Heaven Realm of the Wild Earth and Yang Realm, but the true king.

The sacred nature of Nine Nethers is not a manifestation sacred realm, but a transcendent saint.

Rumor has it that there are nine heavens in the Netherworld, and each heaven has a true king sitting in town, and the four sages pass on his name in the nine heavens.

Skeleton face, black flames, and chilly aura swept across, strands of black chilly aura emerged from Young Master Daqi's body, turned into a thousand-headed dragon shadow, and drowned his whole body.

Seeing the approaching Young Master Daqi, Mu Jiuhan was a little panicked. After a while, a round jade plate appeared in his hand. A green sacred tree seedling grew out of the jade plate. Then the jade plate rose in the air, stabbing Through the hazy void, I want to escape.

Click!

At this time, above the sky, a black electric shock appeared out of thin air, hitting the jade plate that had escaped, and the sacred tree seedling withered, and the jade plate shattered into powder.

"you……"

Mu Jiuhan's thoughts became even more tense when he saw the rumored Jade Butterfly destroyed. The Daqi Dead Clan cut off his way of communicating information to the outside world.

However, it is not without gain. The Communication Jade Butterfly is a warrior of ancient times. It is a witch treasure specially refined by the Three Pearl Cave Sky for the communication. It consists of the Jade Butterfly and the main formation.

The fragmentation of the jade butterfly can be sensed for the main formation under the transmission of the jade butterfly, and then it depends on how the clan prepares.

"Go up together, take him down."

Following Mu Jiuhan's voice, the two Wuzongs of the Three Pearl Caverns behind him all shot together.

Rumble!

With the roar,Like thunder surging, the three Martial Artists of the Three Pearl Caves, headed by Mu Jiuhan, stood in front of Young Master Da Qi.

"Shenmu Luotian!"

The two witch sects in the middle of the Three Pearl Cave Sky witch sects directly played the same magic trick, and the witch talisman loomed in the void, turning into a net made up of tree trunks.

As for a long spear appeared in Mu Jiuhan's hand, this spear was branded with a cyan rune, and there was a vaguely crystal-clear spirituality intertwined.

The three figures rushed towards Young Master Daqi.

In the camp, Mu Qingyun did not obey the order to kill him. He was left alone on the chariot. His eyes stretched across the void, and he saw Xia Tuo standing on the high platform with Daqi's dead soul.

kill!

The next moment, he didn't hesitate, his figure rushed out of the car like an electricity, but strangely appeared in front of a warrior of the Three Pearl Cave Sky Divine Passage Stage One in the big camp.

"you……"

Puff~

The spear broke and blood flew horizontally, flowing down the spear.

"Everyone obeys the order, kill the caveman!"

"Mu Qingyun, you are looking for death!"

Mu Jiuhan saw this scene when he turned his head, Mu Qingyun killed another three-bead hole-sky supernatural power under his gun, and he couldn't help but yell.

"My three beads give you the strength to marry a clan girl, you dare to abandon my holy place!"

Mu Qingyun was full of hideous eyes, clutching a three-stripe magic warrior with his big hands, and smashing it down into the mud of the earth, the blood stained and didn't care.

"Don't worry, I will peel out the unawakened soul."

Hearing the sound, Mu Jiuhan was surprised.

Mu Qingyun actually knew it!

"Ah...help me."

At this time, a scream sounded, and a Wuzong in Sanzhudongtian was caught by the young master of Daqi. The dark black flame ignited his body, and his flesh and blood burned to ashes bit by bit, quickly spreading the whole body. Even the soul did not escape.

Immediately afterwards, Young Master Da Qi appeared in front of another witch sect like a ghost, suddenly transformed into an evil beast, and swallowed it into his mouth.

"kill!"

Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo in the distance felt that it was necessary to speed up the process. The remaining miscellaneous fish and shrimps, please clean up quickly, and you can't let the Daqi dead clan do everything.

He was just about to decide to make a move, but Young Master Da Qi had already captured Mu Jiuhan and took him towards the center of the Thousand Cang Realm.

Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo suddenly said: "Elder Snail stay."

After speaking, he turned and headed towards Young Master Da Qi, and the fat brother followed him at first sight. There was nothing good to see here.

The strength of Sanzhu Dongtian entering the Thousand Blues Realm is too weak in front of Daqi's dead clan, and everyone can't get a Daqi Young Master.

"Be careful, don't contaminate the dark flames on your body."

Needless to say that the fat man, Xia Tuo had already avoided the black flames scattered in the void. He instinctively felt that these flames, once contaminated with flesh and blood, they would not go out unless they were completely burned.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he opened his mouth and asked Fat Brother: "Do you know the origin of Nether Black Flame?"

"It's hard."

Hearing the sound, the fat brother said: "It is said that in the Netherworld Nine Kings and Four Saints, there are several existences who control the black flames of the Netherworld, and each of them has the strength to reach the sky and the sage is outside, and they are called ghosts.

The ghost clan we killed were just the little natives of the ghost world. They believed in ghosts and gods."

After he finished speaking, the fat brother squinted his small eyes, shook his head lightly, and said in a deep voice: "It's no wonder that these Daqi people who have been dead for thousands of years have not completely withered. If they take refuge in a ghost and god in the Netherworld, it's fair I just don’t know how much it cost."

Xia Tuo didn't say anything. There was no doubt that the price was not small.

Soon, the two of them had followed Young Master Daqi to the center of the Thousand Blues Realm. On the wasteland, withered grass swayed, and a blood formation surrounded by nine blood-colored circles spread on the wasteland.

At first glance, this large formation is very rough, even like a big hole dug randomly by the deserters on the wasteland. However, the moment Xia Tuo's spiritual thoughts submerged in the outermost blood circle, it felt like His quasi-prime soul suddenly hurt.

Immediately afterwards, the wisp of spiritual thoughts sent out was swallowed, and a chill was generated in his spiritual world.

Hum!

In an instant, the Xuankong Armor burst into blue light in the spiritual world, and the Xuanming divine text bloomed, turning into a Xuanming idol, slamming an armored hideous beast that suddenly spawned in the spiritual world.

Rumble!

The sudden mental shock caused Xia Tuo's body to tremble, and the evil beast phantom that evolved in the spiritual world was annihilated, and his eyes looked at the blood circle changed.

The same fat brother around him was also affected in his spiritual world.

"It's Black Youxie."

After a long time, the fat brother returned to his senses and said aloud.

At this time, the young master Daqi who fell on the stone platform in the center of the blood formation turned his head to look at the fat brother, and the eyes of the hole covered by the flat sky crown showed a splendid color.

"Unexpectedly, there are people in Bianhuang who recognize the black beetle."

"This is a kind of strange animal under the throne of ghosts. It likes to eat people and is cruel and tyrannical."

After that, the young master Daqi didn't say much, he began to concentrate on making Mu Jiuhan, and he planted Mu Jiuhan in the ninth blood circle like a tree stump.

The words of Young Master Daqi clearly told Xia Tuo and Fat Brother that the ghost and god he sacrificed was the ghost king. As one of the thirteen gods in the Nine Nether Worlds, he possessed unparalleled power.

Only with this kind of existence can they keep their memory intact after death, transform into a body of Yin soldiers, and stay permanently in the realm of wasteland and Yang.

Immediately afterwards, there was a halo in the blood circle, covering Mu Jiuhan, and then a fingernail-sized black winged beetle appeared in the blood circle, which looked like the spirit of Xia Tuo and Fat Brother. The same manifested in the world.

Click!

The little insect climbed onto Mu Jiuhan's body, opened his mouth and began to bite, sucking blood from the bitten body, and then burrowing his head toward the blood port.

The blood of the Manifestation of Saint Realm, the power contained in it is enough to blast the ordinary martial artist of the Divine Power Realm, but the Heiyou Ying seems not to be affected at all.

In the blink of an eye, this little bug crawled all over Mu Jiuhan's body except for his face, and lined up to drill into his body. Mu Jiuhan wanted to shout, but he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. Horrified.

Young Master Daqi carefully looked at Mu Jiuhan's horrified look, as if he was appreciating a piece of art, full of satisfaction.

In this regard, Xia Tuo pretended not to see it, and for revenge, the guy who sacrificed the Nether had already been distorted in his mind. He still had some understanding of this.

Before long, a figure came from afar, and groups of Yin soldiers carried a corpse in a formation and threw them into the blood circle.

These are the fallen Three Pearl Cave Heavenly Warriors, as well as the bones of the Long Bo clan that were previously killed by Daxia Town, are also dragged in and thrown into the blood circle.

In the blink of an eye, the black faint beetles crawled all over the bones and began to bite their flesh and blood.

A figure stained with strong blood, from far and near, came to Xia Tuo's body. It was Mu Qingyun. Of course, the blood all over his body was not his own, but the slaying Sanzhudong Heavenly Warrior.

Like Zi Wuxiao, after killing several magical martial artists in Sanzhu Dongtian, Mu Qingyun also felt a hearty feeling, and he had reported part of the blood feud between his wife and children.

"Lord Xia."

Looking at Xia Tuo, Mu Qingyun said aloud.

"Congratulations to Clan Master Mu, for getting rid of the devil's claws of Dongtian Holy Land."

"A good method for the Xia clan."

Mu Qingyun glanced at the surrounding Yin Soldiers and the Young Master Daqi in front of him, and said lightly.

In this regard, Xia Tuo was not stupid enough to pierce him, so he waved his hand indifferently and said: "Everyone is the people of the wasteland, and they should watch each other. How can we let the outside world bully."