The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

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At this moment, the sacred ground of the Six Flood Dragons was whistling and the ghostly shadows filled the sky, covering the sky above the holy land, like a ghostly mythical creature growing, children screaming, women and children frightened, even adult strong men felt that the blood in their body was freezing and freezing.

"Dare to make trouble!"

In an instant, the six-sacred master roared, and a six-sacred dragon appeared behind him, and a large cyan river appeared behind him. The laws converged and converged, all gathered in his palm, and blasted toward the black cloud above.

boom!

In the face of the all-out blow from the strong man at the peak of the sage, a hideous phantom appeared in the suspended cloud above, surrounded by a terrible green ghost flame.

As soon as it appeared, an unspeakable horror aura radiated, and the phantom opened his big mouth, swallowing all the emptiness of the six-sacred master all at once.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost ghost swallowed the sky and the earth, completely incorporating the six-flooded holy master and its attacks into the big mouth. With the terrible ghost cry, all ghosts in the world were suddenly reborn.

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At this time, in the depths of the holy land far away, a dragon chant sounded, and the blue light was like electricity, tearing the sky, passing through the dark clouds, the phantom was torn in half by the blue light in an instant, followed by the Holy Master Six The figure fell from the sky.

With lingering palpitations, he walked into the distance, wisping wisps of black qi around his body, and every black qi turned into a ferocious dragon, vomiting blood.

"Holy Lord."

At this moment, the powerhouses of the Sixth Sacred Land appeared one by one around the Sixth Sacred Master, but they were not too close. The black air current was omnipresent and could not be wiped out at all, like a tarsal maggot, biting. They don't let go.

"Ancestor."

Regardless of other things, the Sixth Heavenly Lord headed towards the center of the Holy Land, and the Black Cloud Curse was clearly directed at his Sixth Heavenly Land, and the Sixth Heavenly Dragon Bloodline was fettered in it.

In a short period of time, the black clouds floating in the sky continued to drop strands of black smoke. Each strand was like a strand of hair, and the number of dense strands was unclear, and they headed towards the holy place.

The black thread is pervasive. As long as the figure living on this wasteland is the target of the black thread, every strand of black thread is filled with a foul smell.It's like dried blood stains, red and dark blending together, making people vomit.

Wherever the Six Jiao tribe people gather, there will inevitably be a thick black mist in the sky above, which overlaps and overlaps, and the ghosts are looming. The cries of ghosts are endless, and the ears are hard to cover, and it resounds through the void.

In the center of the Sixth Sacred Land, the Sixth Sacred Lord led the elders to the depths of the ancestral land, and then was blocked by a group of blue light.

Above the Yunhua transformed by the cyan light, the phantom of a six-sacred dragon loomed, and the clouds rose through the fog, and the wind whistling.

Seeing this scene, all the people in the Six Jiao Sacred Land squatted on the ground, revealing piety in their eyes.

"The great ancestors manifest their spirits, and the ghosts are haunting them. Please ancestors to manifest their holy and protect their descendants."

The voice of the Holy Master Liujiao did not cover up, but used all his energy to spread throughout the holy land. The people of the Liujiao tribe, who were still awake, were squatting in the direction of their ancestral land, calling out piously. The ancestors of the six Jiao.

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In the sky above the center of the ancestral land, the blue light was hazy like a river hanging across the sky, and the vast dragon power swept across the four directions, and the blue light turned into sharp swords, slashing in all directions, the swords were sharp, cutting through the sky.

In an instant, Yin Qi collided with cyan light, just like cooking with raging fire, extremely tyrannical.

Under the azure sword aura, the yin qi was cut off one after another, and finally moved towards the black cloud hanging in the uppermost sky. The black cloud was bound by a six-sacred dragon, which belonged to the blood of the six-sacred land.

Cang~!

In the sky full of blue light, the six sacred dragon roared, and under the dragon's claws he held two ten thousand-foot-long divine swords, and slashed towards the black cloud.

Phoo~!

At the same time, in the dark clouds, ghosts in the sky loomed, and a figure slowly rose up, wearing a crown on his head, wearing a gorgeous robe, and hollow eyes, looking in the direction of Liujiao Ancestral Land.

"Daqi~"

With a soft groan, Young Master Daqi's phantom reached out his big hand and grabbed it against the two sword lights that had fallen.

Kaka~!

Accompanied by the sound of fragmentation resounding around, the two blue dragon divine swords controlled by the six sacred dragons shattered every inch in the eyes of everyone.

"Six Jiao is weaker than before."

puff!

At this moment, the azure light of the ancestor of the six dragons shattered every inch, and the divine shape of the sacred dragon of the six dragons spread out like a cloud, revealing a figure with three heads.

The figure of the Jiao Tianlong staggered backwards, the dragon head in the middle opened his eyes for a while, and horror appeared in the cyan pupils, staring at the phantom of the young master Daqi in the black mist.

Liu Jiao is indeed more in decline than Wannian, even if they don't want to admit it, this is a reality that they have to face, and the Holy Land will be defeated again.

"The one that should come will come."

After a while, Jiao Tianlong regained his senses, and when he saw Young Master Da Qi, he understood everything. The cause of the year and the result of today, Da Qi came to revenge.

God knows what the Daqi Dead Clan has gone through for so many years, even the ancestral blood gods can't suppress it.

boom!

Immediately afterwards, there was a buzzing sound in the void, as if ice water was poured into the boiling oil. Between the waves of the young master Daqi, a ripple appeared in the black cloud, the void began to twist, and the sky was cloudy like a huge wave. Generally surging in all directions.

"I'm the one who takes you seriously."

"Get on the road."

"With the remnant thoughts of my dead clan, I curse your blood and other ancestors to dry up and die like dust."

Seeing this scene, Jiao Tianlong's expression changed. He stepped out in one step, blocking the black cloud, but the ripples were still spreading, and there were countless ghosts floating in it, towards the people of the six holy land below. Hit inside.

"From now on, the Holy Land will close the mountain."

A body mingled with Dragon Yin affected all the surroundings, and at the moment when the six-headed sage master and others hadn’t reacted, the Tianlong had turned into a three-headed dragon, slamming into the black cloud.

Seeing the attacking Dragon Heavenly Dragon, Young Master Da Qi revealed a terrifying smile, letting the Dragon crash into it, and then the black cloud exploded and turned into thousands of strands of black thread, and instantly disappeared below like electricity. In the figure.

Death is not terrible, it is terrible that he slowly watched his death, he wanted the people of the Six Jiao Shengzi to live in fear and die in fear.

"Ancestor!"

In mid-air, Jiao Tianlong was half-infected by black, and fell from mid-air, with a touch of horror in his pupils.

"Ghost and Ghost King~"

"Close the mountain, close the mountain soon!"

...

Longbo Holy Land.

"Kill~"

boom!boom!boom!

On the desolate earth, there were rounds of flaming golden suns across the sky, golden crows screaming in the void, flaming golden lights intertwined and concluding, and the sky fire came near the sky, flooding the sky and the ground like fire rain.

The whole body is like a giant made of divine gold. They all waved their fists and blasted them towards the black cloud floating above. The blazing golden light burned away the cloudy sky.

!!

A small golden world floated behind Long Bo Shenhou, surrounded by golden divine fire, and blasted towards the phantom of Jing Chou in the black cloud.

Between the horrible divine light splashing, the masculine blood ran through the void, the sky was full of sonorous sky fire, and the entire Longbo Holy Land was covered.

This is a big melee. The giants of the Longbo Holy Land rushed together. Nine Suns, Zhiyang, Ziyang Taoist rhymes, and laws all appeared at the same time, as if the Golden Crow had disintegrated, covering the entire Holy Land. Golden.

"Curse, the remnant go to die!"

"Kill, I could kill you once, but now I can still kill you."

"The ghosts are raging, it should have gone away!"

I have to say that facing the Dragon Uncle giant clan with blazing blood in the body, the cold breath completely met the nemesis.

But above Longbo Sacred Land, the phantom of the young master Daqi was hidden in the black mist, watching the golden fireballs constantly hitting below, there was not much panic in his eyes.

Although Dongtian Holy Land participated in the encirclement and suppression of the Great Yin Court, to be honest, the main force is the Great Yin Court. After all, there is no king in the court. The Dongtian Holy Land can only be a vassal in front of the Great Yin Court.

But I have to say that Huluo Pingyang was deceived by a dog. When King Jing Tian was alive, the Holy Land of Cave Heaven was nothing. When King Jing Tian was gone, the Holy Land of Cave Heaven became the last bargaining chip to crush Da Qi.

No matter how the sky of fire hits, the young master Daqi only guards the black cloud the size of one hundred meters. The black smoke is scattered in the sky and the earth, even if it is burned by the fire of the sun, there are still a lot of people who don’t know. Suddenly, he fell into the Longbo tribe and the mixed blood tribe.

"The great ghost king, humble servant needs your mighty power to come."

The next moment, Jing Qiu prostrated, and Lao Gao, who touched his head to the ground, butt butt, completely looked like a slave.

As the ghosts and gods of the Netherworld, they are powerful and have many thoughts. As long as there are enough sacrifices, the ghosts and gods don't mind coming down with a single thought.

"Ok."

In an instant, the prostrate Young Master Daqi shook his body and let out a painful snoring. A ray of black air emerged from his body. Under this ray of black air, his robe was weathered and cracked, revealing A white skeleton.

In order for the clone to appear in the three great caves, he deliberately found another skeleton to attach the divine consciousness over the years to perform the technique of clone.

"I am willing to surrender religiously to the throne of ghosts and spirits."

Jing Qiu's voice was like a roar of a wild beast, mixed with howling, suppressing his own tyranny, and the black air emanating from him spilled out towards the outside.

Facing the blazing Nine Suns and the Power of the Supreme Sun, these black qi did not melt, but passed through the power of the Supreme Sun and submerged into the body of the Longbo Holy Land tribe.

The moment he entered the body of the Longbo tribe, the black gas turned into a cocoon, and black gas tentacles grew one after another, grabbed the internal organs, limbs and hundreds of skeletons, and began to absorb the blood color to nourish the cocoon.

The surface of the cocoon overflowed with black light, and a black rune loomed faintly. The rune loomed in the ancient sky, and in the dimness there was a stalwart figure lying high in the nine-fold space-time.

"Curse into the body!"

Suddenly, a member of the Longbo clan yelled. This scene gave the creeping Young Master Daqi a touch of pleasure.