The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

Shaking a thousand miles outside the city, falling star mountain.

"Elder Snail."

Jianfeng and the other two warriors of the Divine Tibetan Realm saluted the conch.

"What happened, why did the pastoral spirit disappear."

Luo asked aloud, in order to stop Mu Ling, Luo specially arranged Jianfeng three people, Jianfeng is the peak of the gods, and the other two are also in the middle of the gods.

Such strength to deal with a wizard who is not good at fighting, plus surprise, is enough to complete the task, but now even no one has seen it.

"Elder Huiluo, I'm afraid it's the Muling Wuzun who has noticed it. We asked Mu Ling and Qingyu to leave before, and I'm afraid they've noticed it."

Hearing the sound, Elder Luo's eyes narrowed slightly. This situation does exist, and it is normal for Wu Venerables who are also in this area to be in contact with each other.

"But I found something personal."

"Have."

Hearing this, Jianfeng hurriedly took out an animal skin robe and handed it to the conch.

"My lord, this one was found in the inner temple of the stone garden where he lives, and it is the robe of the Shepherd Witch Venerable."

"Well, Mu Ling I will personally take action here, you rush to Fenghu City immediately, this time don't let Foxwind Witch Venerable get off."

"Yes."

When the three figures disappeared in the mountains, the witch print on the center of the eyebrows lit up, a little golden light appeared, and the golden gu worm flew out and landed on the animal skin robe. It circled for a few times, and then made a low buzzing sound. Going away for Jindian.

Immediately afterwards, the snail's figure turned into a black smoke and disappeared under the night, chasing the Gu worm.

...

Three thousand miles south of Yaoguang City, in a mountain stream in the depths of the Star Valley, there are lush vegetation and a huge waterfall flying down from the top of the mountain. Below is a water pool covering a lot of land, and a cave is dug out by the mountain in the distance. Outside the cave, there is a shelf full of green vines, and there are wooden tables and chairs under the vines, and there are spiritual fruits on the table.

Mu Ling was sitting under the vine, closing his eyes to rest his mind, and a clear bird's cry resounding over the mountain stream suddenly made his expression difficult to look at.

Without the slightest hesitation, he played a magic trick in his hand.

In an instant, a triangle array talisman rose in his palm and turned into nine divine lights flying towards the mountain stream. The illusory wave floated in the void, and a large array full of fierceness began to rotate.

As a wizard, although he is not strong in combat, compared to other warriors and wizards, he is very wealthy. With spirit crystals, he can naturally purchase witch formations and witch treasures at the bartering conference.

This great formation is called the Jiujue Sealed Spirit Formation and ranks among the quasi-celestial formations. It's not that he can't change the heavenly formations, but that the formations also need people to control and control the heavens with his own strength The big formation is not as powerful as this quasi-tianjin big formation.

He had prepared this large formation for hundreds of years in the mountain stream, and spent a lot of spiritual crystals to build a spiritual vein here to provide energy for the support of the large formation.

Not only that, there is also a flock of wind spirit birds in and outside of Star Valley. The leader is a lord-level wind spirit bird, and there is a large lost array outside the mountain stream, and ordinary warriors will not enter.

The warriors of the big clan in this nearby area have a kind of thin face with him. They know more or less that he is living in seclusion here, so they will not force in.

Standing in the center of the big formation, Mu Ling held a witch treasure containing purple thunder in his hands, containing a tyranny that could tear the void.

This is a Nine Heavens God Thunder Witch Treasure. It needs a martial artist who cultivates Thunder Dao, at least in the realm of law, to input the power of thunder into it, and it needs Wuzong to seal it.

Of course, it can also be sent to a place where the power of thunder is abundant, but this process will take dozens of hundreds of years.

Over the mountain stream, the snails stepped volley in the sky, looking at the mist-shrouded mountains, there was a large array exuding nine auras, and there was a touch of surprise in his eyes. A Venerable Witch is really not to be underestimated, and he has created such a refuge for himself. So, even if it is the peak power of the law here, they may not be able to retreat.

A quasi-celestial formation has been brought to its fullest, and the underground rivers and the mountains and rivers.

Hum!

The bronze lamp was sacrificed from the witch mark of the eyebrows and fell towards the large array below.

Click!

In an instant, the moment when the nine auras collided with the copper lamp, the seal was shattered before it had time to evolve, and the large formation was also shaken, and the tyrannical spiritual power was stimulated.

Boom!

At the same time, a purple thunder fell from high altitude, turned into a field of thunder, and collided with the copper lamp.

Then, I saw a thick black gas floating on the copper lamp, swallowing the thunder, and then disappearing into the void together.

what?

Seeing this scene, Mu Ling's eyes were lost for a while, his two ultimate moves, even if the sages were inadvertently, they would suffer injuries, and they were so easily destroyed.

A strong sense of powerlessness rises, where is there any resistance to him.

"Who is yours?"

Feeling the evil aura pervading the figure in front of him, Mu Ling recognized that this was a curse of the witch sect, the most terrifying and evil existence among the wizards, how could he resist.

"It turned out to be a green fruit that repairs the soul."

Hearing this, Mu Ling was shocked. He lives in seclusion here. The biggest secret is because of the soul-repairing panacea here. He has been guarding it for two hundred years, and he is about to mature.

Qing Mingguo is a kind of spiritual fruit with a yin attribute, which has a repairing effect on the soul, and can also be used as an aid for the advancement of the martial artist's soul.

This kind of spirit fruit ranks in the heavenly ranks, but it also has some effect on the realm-breaking soul. It takes a thousand years for each Qingming fruit to bear one fruit. Each time it can bear three fruit, each person can only take one in his life. Qing Mingguo, repeated consumption has little effect, but will become a poison to the soul.

Even so, the value of Qing Ming Guo is far greater than that of Divine Soul Crystal.

"Your Excellency, I only ask for one Qingming Fruit, and the remaining spirit plants and the other two fruits are yours."

In the blink of an eye, Mu Ling made a decision. He felt that the Wuzong in front of him did not show any murderous intent, so he dared to try to speak.

Elder Luo did not speak, and walked towards the depths of the cave. There is a secluded pool in the center of the cave, exuding a faint cold atmosphere. A three-foot-high, jasper-like spiritual plant grows quietly and hangs on it. Three green spirit fruits.

"It will mature in more than ten years."

Then, the snail's voice sounded.

"Yes."

Mu Ling couldn't figure out the origin of the snails, so he could only respond with a low response.

At this time, Luo turned his head to look at Mu Ling, and said in deep thought: "Mu Ling Wu Zun, am I here to invite you to join us?"

"to join you guys?"

Hearing the sound, Mu Ling raised his eyebrows.

"You did Mu Zang's disappearance?"

For a moment, Mu Ling was shocked, he couldn't guess the origin of the snail.

"Mu Zun Wu Zun has joined us."

Luo Dai's words were faint, and she couldn't see the fluctuations in her expression, but when she fell into Mu Ling's eyes, it was a panic.

He didn’t want to agree. If he really wanted to join a certain force, he had already agreed to the conditions of the Tianyue Tribe as early as that year, and became a foreign elder of the Tianyue Clan, and even with the support of the Tianyue Clan, he might have become Wuzong.

But the person in front of him did not seem to be as good at talking as Uncle Tianyue.

"who are you?"

To this, Luo said softly: "Are you sure you want to know?"

Hearing this, Mu Ling was taken aback and reacted. The more he knew, the more dangerous he was, but he seemed to have no way out.

"I have been obsessed with refining medicine for most of my life, and I am not good at fighting people. Your Excellency asked me to join you, except for the accident of refining witch medicine, but it has no big effect."

"That's enough."

"I have never done anything in my life that hurts the heavens and the truth, and the people I kill are all grievances. I have never taken violently and used slanderous methods to deal with others. I join you and will not kill innocent people indiscriminately."

"natural."

"Join us, you can teach witchcraft, train disciples, and you can devote yourself to witchcraft and deduct the principles of witchcraft. You will not be allowed to kill innocent people indiscriminately, and you will not be allowed to fight.

"Who are you anyway?"

"Summer."

...

Daxia City, Sinong Hall.

After years of expansion, the Sinong Temple now covers an area of ​​five miles. There are not many palaces. There are only a few palaces on the edge. Inside, there are large flat spiritual fields with various spiritual rice and spiritual seeds. , Is used for experiments in the temple.

In addition to this, in the wasteland in the east outside of Daxia City, there are also large fields opened by the Sinong Temple, which are all used for experiments.

In the main hall of the farmer, Yunlan Mountain was sitting on a wooden table the size of Zhang Xu, with animal skin scrolls piled on it, and he was already immersed in these documents.

In order to maintain the cultivation of spiritual fields in the northwest, Sinong Hall and various cities can be said to be busy without touching the ground.

At this moment, Yunlan Mountain raised his head, and said to Sinong who was also busy in the temple: "Call Shaojun, I have to ask."

Among the dozen figures who were busy in the hall, one person led the way out of the hall.

Inside the main hall is similar to the messy bargaining place outside. Entering the hall, which is a hundred feet deep, is filled with wooden tables and wooden shelves. Behind each wooden shelf sits this figure, busy at the desk, or holding a beast in his hand. The paper scroll read it.

This is the normal state of the Sinong Hall. The northwest is so large, and the cultivated spiritual fields are gradually increasing. Where the spiritual fields are suitable for planting high-end spiritual rice, and where the climate is most suitable, these are all managed by the Sinong Hall. Category.

A quarter of an hour later, a middle-aged man wearing short fur coats and dirt on his body walked into the hall.

"Hall Master, you are looking for me."

Shao Hua came to Yunlan Mountain and asked aloud.

"How is the training of the first batch of agricultural officials."

Yunlan Mountain asked aloud without delay.

Hearing the sound, Shao Hua thought a little, and just said: "Hall Master, this is only half a year, this is far from enough, I think it will take at least two years.

Four to six crops of spiritual rice can be harvested in two years. Everyone has to go through the process from planting to harvesting at least four times, and master at least the most basic diseases and habits of the two spiritual rices to be regarded as a qualified farm officer."

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