The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

On the misty wasteland, the moment Chen Lingshan saw Xia Tuo, his body was tight, and the blood in his body also burst out, holding his breath.

Land!

At this moment, his mind suddenly sank.

The breath of the Oracle Bone Ling of the same origin made him feel a little nervous.

The factions in the slave hall are intricate and profound. Although he is a major slave owner, he still has no access to the factions between the elders in the hall.

Everyone who can become a veteran in the slave hall is at least a realm powerhouse.

He has also seen the veteran of Didi Realm, whose aura is far more profound than the person in front of him, and coupled with the oracle bone order of the same origin, it should be a major slave owner who has been promoted to Didi Realm.

For a while, Chen Lingshan's tight expression revealed a touch of envy, and the realm of opening up was also the realm he dreamed of.

...

At this moment, feeling the defensive aura of the slave hall martial artist in front of him, Xia Tuo did not rush to speak.

"Your Excellency is the master slave owner of the Northwestern Land?"

Finally, after stalemate for a few breaths, Chen Lingshan took the lead to speak, and he clasped his fist to indicate that, after all, he was a master slave owner, but the person in front of him was a land, far from what he could resist.

Borderland is still a place to look at strength, and the big slave owners who open up the land are also in the slave hall, and they are also step by step from the slave owner. Some big slave owners are even stronger than the elders.

After saying this, Chen Lingshan looked at Xia Tuo with a little guilty conscience. After all, this is the northwest land, and he did not travel in the northwest before. He came to the northwest land to find opportunities and met the local master slave owners. The key to his strength Still stronger than himself, which is quite embarrassing.

Unfortunately, Xia Tuo still said nothing.

This caused Chen Lingshan's mind to sink again, with blood splashing in the depths of his pupils, but he was suppressed.

It seems that it is difficult to take care of it today.

After the look in his eyes changed a few times, he said again: "I came to the Northwestern Land this time without saying hello in advance, because there was a mistake first."

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo still didn't say anything. He really didn't know what to say, but it seemed that the big slave owner in front of him recognized him as the slave owner, but did not recognize him, and he was not surprised.

Is it possible that the master slave owners didn’t know each other?

Even this person is not a major slave owner of the Northwestern Land.

Seeing Xia Tuo still looking at herself coldly, Chen Lingshan couldn't figure out Xia Tuo's routine for a while, what did this mean.

If you want to do it, just do it directly. What does it mean to not speak or do it?

"Your Excellency, you are also under the command of Venerable Wan Nu of the Frontier Dividing Hall. It is considered that you have the same kind of affection. Is it possible that your Excellency is really so insensitive today."

"Bianhuang Branch Hall."

"Venerable Wannu."

Hearing this, Xia Tuo's spiritual world was rippling, watching this big slave owner still have some goods in his stomach.

Regarding the big slave halls spreading across the nine territories of the wasteland, let alone him, even if the Great Yin Kingdom sits in the middle domain, they will not be destroyed. Like the Changshengjiao, the slave halls are too large and the relationship is intertwined.

For such a big power, it is the most stupid idea to be an enemy of them.

"Your Excellency really doesn't think about the same family."

Seeing Xia Tuo still not speaking, Chen Lingshan's expression was a little difficult to look like, and the brutal and brutal aura surrounding him, it wasn't that he dared to act in the face of Pidi.

This is a habit he has cultivated since he became a master slave owner, killing and plundering. At this moment, he couldn't control his aura.

"Venerable Wan Nu has warned that it is forbidden to fight between the borders and the wilderness."

In the end, Chen Lingshan said with some lack of confidence.

Like the Slave Hall, the warriors in the temple can kill each other, and even enslaved each other forces, but they have developed so much, and it seems a bit weird.

Chen Lingshan’s words made Xia Tuo understand a little bit. Reminiscent of the relationship between several slave owners and some sporadic words in the past, it seems that the slave masters in the slave hall do not know normal. After all, who knows which one is big? The slave owner was killed,

At this point, Xia Tuo's breath receded, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded, saying: "I have just left the pass and haven't been out walking for a long time."

Feeling the breath of Xia Tuo's body relieved, Chen Lingshan sighed slightly, suppressing the violent breath splashing on his body, but did not take it lightly.

"Dare to ask you who is Huojiang, the master slave owner in the Northwest."

Then, Chen Lingshan tried to ask, he was a little unsure whether it was right, there were two major slave owners on the northwestern land holding Oracle Bone Token.

The strongest is Huojiang, but it hasn't appeared for hundreds of years. It should be closed for promotion, I am afraid that I will die in it.

In contrast, Xia Tuo's age was too heyday, but since it was in the Divine Realm, Shou Yuan was much longer than the Divine Power Realm, so he had this question.

"No."

"Your Excellency is Master Jiao Soul?"

"Nor."

Hearing this, Chen Lingshan was taken aback at first, then clasped a fist and said, "Congratulations to your excellency for becoming a master slave owner in the Northwest. If your Lord knows that there are master slave masters in our slave hall who are promoted to create a realm, you will be very happy."

Chen Lingshan uttered a compliment, no matter where Xia Tuo got the Oracle Bone Order from the mountains, or obtained it by murdering others, the Oracle Bone Order is now the master slave owner.

After a few breaths of silence, Chen Lingshan arched his hands and said, "Your Excellency is here to explore the wilderness of the wasteland. I won't delay your time and leave."

After speaking, Chen Lingshan turned and rushed into the mist, but the next moment his pupils suddenly shrank, and Xia Tuo's figure stood a hundred meters away in front of him.

"Your Excellency, what does this mean?"

"I came to the Northwest, just left?"

Chen Lingshan's breath was tense, and he muttered: "What do you want?"

"I have only become a slave owner in the Northwest for more than 100 years. I spend most of my time in retreat. I don't know much about the outside world. Tell me."

Hearing the tone of Xia Tuo's instructions, Chen Lingshan was not angry. Most powerful warriors in the slave hall are like this. Those who can be promoted to the land can be called top slave owners and can even enslav other slave owners.

Of course, the slave owners who were enslaved also came back from behind to fight back.

Under Xia Tuo's signal, the two fell on the wasteland and stood alone.

"What do you want to know?"

"I have inherited the mantle of the previous generation of master slave owners, but unfortunately the previous generation of master slave owners has unfortunately fallen, and has not passed down many useful things."

With that, Xia Tuo took out his oracle bone order, which was rough and weathered like a tortoise shell.

Chen Lingshan stared at the Oracle Bone Order in Xia Tuo's hand, and did not recognize who the Oracle Bone Order belonged to. However, he did not have too much doubt about Xia Tuo's words. As for the death of the previous generation of master slave owners, he More inclined to be killed by Xia Tuo.

His Oracle Order was obtained by accident, and then he walked to the present situation step by step, and found out the affairs of the Border Desolate Slave Palace. The only surprise was that Xia Tuo, the big slave owner, was a bit strong.

After pondering for a while, Chen Lingshan said: "Then let's talk about the division of the house of the slaves in the desert.

Nowadays, there is only one veteran in the slave hall, that is, the Venerable Wan Slave. There are not many master slave owners under his command. There are now only four of them, including you, and most of them are dormant and rarely show up.

Venerable Wannu also retreats in the slave hall to recuperate from his injuries all year round, and rarely manages the Bian Desolate Branch Hall. Now the Bian Desolate Slave Hall is in a semi-collapsed state.

The reason for this situation today is due to a major conflict between the frontier slave sub-temple and the demon-domain slave sub-temple. It is said that Venerable Wanu’s husband, Venerable Wan-beast, died tragically in the demon-domain slave sub-temple, the elder Jiu Yingyao. Zun's hands.

Therefore, in order to avenge his husband, Venerable Wannu used all the big and small slave owners under the slave house of the border desert. Unfortunately, the two demon masters of the branch hall of the demon domain were besieged, severely wounded and returned, and his subordinates were also severely injured.

Over the years, Venerable Wan Nu has been recovering from his wounds, and he paid little attention to the Frontier Slave Palace. They used to shed oracle orders to select slave owners."

There is a monster in the slave hall!

For a moment, Xia Tuo's eyes burst out with fierceness.

"Who are the other two big slave owners?"

"A martial artist of the Demon Race in the Central Region was sent from the Demon Territory Sub-Hall. Venerable Wan Nu is now unable to stop the erosion of the Demon Territory Slave-Temple, and can only leave it alone.

Another big slave owner, in the Eastern Region, but has not been traced for two hundred years.

From the Southern Territory, you can call me Chen Lingshan."

Hearing what Chen Lingshan said, Xia Tuo reacted, and there was only an empty shell left in the slave house of the border desolate. It's no wonder that he was going to order the prohibition of killing each other. These three melons and two were missing, if they were in each other. Fighting together is equivalent to destroying yourself.

The Slave Palace in the Border Desolation was also too shabby.

But the slave hall is indeed terrifying, bringing together the human race and the demon race, which is a bit weird.

In his opinion, the reason why the slave hall can last for a long time and ranks among the great powers of the wasteland depends on these high-level powers. No matter how the slave owners of the lower halls fight, as long as the high-level veterans are there and want to collect the tribe, It's just a matter of sprinkling an Oracle order.

Being able to become a member of the slave hall is definitely a great opportunity for the warriors of the wasteland.

This force is a bit scary.

"Farewell next."

At the moment Xia Tuo showed his thoughts, Chen Lingshan's figure moved towards the distance, and then Xia Tuo stepped up to chase him, and he was just a martial artist in the sacred realm, which could be suppressed by his backhand.

"Scatter!"

Feeling Xia Tuo chasing up, Chen Lingshan's body was full of blood, and a figure flew out of the body in an instant, fleeing in two directions respectively.

In order to escape, this time Chenling Mountain did not head towards the outside of the wasteland, but towards the dark place in the middle of the wasteland.

This guy suddenly escaped, making Xia Tuo a little surprised, but he was afraid of being killed. After all, killing the same door is the fine tradition of the slave hall from ancient to modern.

puppet!

Xia Tuo suppressed the figure that Chen Lingshan had separated out at once, and found that it was an existence similar to his original black-clad puppet.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at Chen Lingshan who had escaped into the thick gloom, and stepped forward to catch up.

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