The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Latest URL: The meaning of Jiaoshan is very simple and clear. Anyway, they are going to die. It has nothing to do with their failure to make a move. Jiao's move only speeds up the liberation speed of the northwest deserters.

Hearing the sound, the Jiao clan always glanced at Jiaoshan, why didn't he see that the guy in front of him was so cruel before.

His thoughts were similar to what Jiaoshan thought. The demon clan sent a large army to attack. Taking the divided northwestern land as an example, it is simply impossible to hold the demon army.

But if someone finds out that the Jiao clan is secretly reporting a letter to the Demon Race, this problem can be serious.

The Jiao clan has been inherited in the Fenghu Mountain Range for thousands of years, but it is not a closed mountain lock clan, and has no contact with the outside world. Although the Jiao clan is a hermit, it is still known by the surrounding great uncles and some powerful warriors in the northwest. of.

This kind of whistleblowing behavior to the Yaozu is completely a stinking act.

Of course, it's okay to be stinky for thousands of years. As long as Jiao Clan can return to the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land and wash his blood in the ancestral sacred pool, he will become the Tianlong Clan.

"Clan elder, this is our last chance."

Seeing that the old man was still a little hesitant, Jiao Shan whispered.

Returning to the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land, and hiding in the mountains and fending for themselves, the gap between the two can be clearly distinguished even by a little urchin.

"it is good."

In the end, the old Jiao clan made up his mind. The Jiao clan had been silent for too long. This time, he couldn't return to the ancestral land. It would be even more difficult to go back later.

"You go to the Pinggu Wasteland to meet the leader of the demon clan. Be careful not to reveal your origin."

Speaking of this, the old voice of the Jiao clan sank, pondered for a while, and said: "Using the skin of the sacred land of the Bianhuang Dongtian, now the battle of the Bianhuang Dongtian's luck, several big caves are competing for luck. Recently, you use the skin of Liujiao Dongtian."

"I know."

Jiaoshan nodded, and shared the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land, which has the inheritance of the Dragon God's blood. Even if their bloodline is a little decayed, they have been away from the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land for a long time, but it is okay to stimulate the blood of battle and reveal a faint dragon power.

As for blaming Six Jiao Sacred Land, there is no burden at all. Anyway, this kind of thing,The Six Sacred Lands have also done this before. There are only two differences between this kind of cooperation with foreign races. One cooperation and countless cooperation represent the betrayal of their own ethnic group.

"Go ahead."

Seeing Jiaoshan leaving, the old Jiao clan was still a little worried. He called Jiaohe who had been practicing in the settlement through his voice transmission.

"Clan elder."

"You will go to the Qingteng Ancient City and check it out again. Remember to be careful. Bring the Dragon God's clothing that is treasured by the clan. Be careful to restrain your breath."

"Yes, I will go now."

Soon, in the Jiao clan's settlement, a dragon with black green like a python rushed out, soaring through the mountains, like a real dragon.

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Three days later, the nameless mountain stream.

At this moment, between this mountain and the wild, a fixed star pile has been temporarily established, and it is connected with the Daxia clan. The ashes of the wounded soldiers and the fallen soldiers of the previous races have been escorted back to Daxia with the Dongtian Witch Treasure. city.

A large number of resources such as army armor and grain and grass have been transported. The soldiers of various races originally attributed to Zidian and Jumu have also been reorganized. For this reason, Xia Tuoyou has selected several generals from Zhenjiang and Tianbing Palace. Come.

It can be said that this army of 700,000 soldiers is completely devoid of purple electricity and giant wood.

People are yours, Daxia admits, as for the command, exempt.

Zi Wuxiao and Mu Qingyun, under the escort of Xun Fenghou and Fat Brother respectively, invited the Bo tribe masters who had been stranded in their respective tribes to this unnamed mountain range.

These Bo tribe masters are all in the first level of supernatural power, and the highest is just a peak.

In fact, the strength of the clan masters of the two big clans, Zidian and Jumu, was only the Dharma Realm. They were able to be promoted to the Manifestation of the Holy Realm in just a few decades, thanks to the Heavenly Cave Holy Land.

To be honest, Xia Tuo didn't care much about the Bo tribe masters who came here. To say that there are more than a dozen strong people in the supernatural power realm, Da Xia's subordinates have more than ten towns and territories, and there is no shortage of strong super power realms.

However, Daxia Shentong Realm Zhenjiang, compared with other tribes, lacked a status, although the same is the first level of Shentong Realm, the owners of each tribe are the masters of one group, and they have the name of one side.

The vast land of the northwest relies on the tribes to control the land. Over the years, the northwestern land has been stable, and the tribes have contributed to the place where they sit.

Of course, the uncle sits on one side and enjoys the geographical advantages produced by the other side. Naturally, it is also responsible for the protection of the land. The power of the world is fixed.

When I came to the master of Wuming Mountain Stream, one by one was very cautious. Such a situation must be said to be the pot of the sacred land of the cave.

Take the two masters of Dihuang and Yuanshui, in these recent days, the Xiangxiang tribe has been destroyed without warning, and no one has escaped.

Then they, along with the descendants of the clan, were taken captive by the warriors of the Longbo Holy Land to the Zidianbo tribe. They prayed every day, praying for the Longbo Holy Land, and were beaten at every turn.

Zi Wuxiao was beaten twice for three days, and was horribly abused by the Longbo clan warriors. It can be said that they are all a group of brothers in distress.

Everyone, don't let the eldest brother laugh at the second elder brother. They are all hard-working people, known as the uncle who sits in one place in the northwest. Who can imagine what life is going on.

In the big tent, Xia Tuo looked at the uncles of the Yuanshui and Dihuang tribes, and clearly felt the mental trance of the two. What kind of abuse was used in the Long Uncle Holy Land to make the powerful people of the supernatural power state like this? Up.

Fortunately, against the demon soldiers at this moment, he didn't even think about letting a few uncles and uncles take action. He had to lose it. His halo looked at the big account for a week, and he swept over the uncles, except Uncle Yu. not too good.

"Uncle Yu, sit up."

Xia Tuo spoke out, allowing Zi Wuxiao to see clearly. He was originally sitting on the left side of Xia Tuo's start. At this moment, he got up and said, "Uncle Yu is an old senior, please sit down."

Zi Wuxiao stood up by herself and sat down next to Mu Qingyun toward the position below Mu Qingyun on the right.

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. This is true. Zi Wuxiao is also very worried now. Let alone getting rid of Longbo Sacred Land, is there a previous clan leader in his family?

He knows how he is the leader of the clan.

Hard!

Uncle Yu was also welcome, and took a seat at the top of Xia Tuo's left.

"The matter is urgent, and the camp is set up hastily. Everyone will bear more."

Then, Xia Tuo said aloud that the temporary large tents were not too crude. There were animal skins underground, everyone had soft cushions, and there was a wooden case in front of them.

While talking, Xia Tuo's eyes swept across the people in the big tent again. It was said that it was the first time for him to meet the several Bo tribe masters in the big tent.

The lord of the dragon fish clan is wearing a silver-white robe embroidered with golden fish patterns. The texture is exquisite. He is about three hundred years old. He looks middle-aged and looks very calm.

Xinghaibo Xinghaibu Xing Wuji, youth appearance, just over a hundred years old, with the support of the giant wood clan more than a decade ago, promoted to the supernatural power state.

Uncle Yanshen is also a warrior who cultivates the Tao of Fire. The Tianyan spear technique inherited from the clan is rumored to be born out of a return to the ancient method. After practicing to the Dacheng realm, he can have 30% of the power of returning to the ancient method.

The uncles of the Yan Gods all wanted to surpass their ancestors, trace the roots, and deduced the Tianyan spear method to the ancient realm, but unfortunately things failed.

Uncle Dihuang is also a middle-aged person, wearing a tight-fitting black shirt, embroidered with the appearance of a god cauldron on his chest.

Uncle Yuanshui is a middle-aged person, but he is not too young. He is already more than six hundred years old. The existence of this old man clearly tells everyone that sometimes age is not a big advantage. When it comes to the realm of supernatural power, luck It is also very important.

Since then, most of the masters of the northwestern land have gathered in this nameless small mountain.

"Everyone, today is one thing, resist the monster race!"

Xia Tuo spoke, and then said: "As the leader of the Northwest Alliance, Daxia, who is the helm of the fortune approved by the will of heaven and earth, on behalf of the heavenly herdsmen, it is of course not to resist the demon race."

It's a pity that, except for the gleaming light in Uncle Yu's eyes, the rest of his uncles didn't respond much.

Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo couldn't help showing a wry smile, feeling that the words he prepared were all in vain. The blind man lit the lamp and wasted a lot of money. He did not count the masters of the northwest. He was devastated by the Holy Land .

Looking at the big tent, it represents the masters of the Northwest Pastoralist side, and there is not even a single opponent.

Of course, he did not convene this alliance for the sake of hiding, but to get Da Xia's name. With these uncles present, Da Xia will represent the entire northwest wasteland.

Since everyone seems to be tossing with Daxia, Xia Tuo is too lazy to talk.

The Alliance of the Ashamed Blood, burning incense and offering sacrifices to heaven.

From now on you will follow Daxia.

Since he couldn't stand up to the prestige within himself, Xia Tuo was able to retreat to second place and put Liwei on the head of the Yaozu.

In this scenario, Daxia has both gains and losses. The internal stability is stable, and he can naturally defend himself against the outside. The same masters may have fallen a bit, and wanting to recruit them to deal with the monster race may be overwhelmed.

Fortunately, Xia Tuo was prepared for this early. He didn't believe them very much, so he didn't plan to use these people in the beginning. Now it's okay. Under the torture of Dongtian Holy Land, most of you have spent most of it.

Generally speaking, for Daxia, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages when the Yaozu is defeated.

"The Xia clan master, apart from Zidian and Giant Wood, the rest of the masters are afraid that they will be embarrassed."

In the camp, when everyone left, Xia Tuo and Uncle Yu were left, Uncle Yu said in a deep voice.

On the topic of dealing with monsters, there is nothing to say. The two peoples and monsters are feuds. If the monsters enter the northwest, no matter which tribe will be killed.

"It's okay, I have a plan."