The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

The crimson aura fell down, overflowing with divine brilliance, and sank into the world of witchcraft at the center of the eyebrows of the old witch sacrifice, like a river of purple qi pouring into it.

The gurgling divine brilliance was like running water, covering the old missing moon. At this moment, the old witch priest exudes a breath of return to innocence, but the oldness has an indescribable vitality.

The lack of moon old witch sacrifice mind is quiet, his witchcraft world is filled with desolation, this is the trace of time, if the warrior suppresses his strength and does not step into the realm of open sky, the small world will gradually wither.

He has lived for thousands of years, comparable to some short-lived Kings of Heaven, but without entering the kingdom, and proving the immortal king's soul, he will not be able to really slow down the erosion of time on himself.

The reason why he was able to live so long was because what he was comprehending was the law of time, and it was precisely because of this that he could live so long.

But this situation is not omnipotent, and now his law can no longer delay the traces of the years on his body, his own understanding has reached the limit, and he wants to be promoted again unless he breaks the original shackles.

The blood is withered and the world is withered. He can only use the power of sentient beings to baptize the small world again. This is his only chance.

Qi Luck Zi Qi submerged in the small world, mysterious and unparalleled, like nectar nourishing the small world full of cracks, making a buzzing sound.

"Ok."

In the dark, the old witch Ji Yuanshen trembled slightly. He noticed something wrong. The purple air falling from the sky did not have the power of a domain. Although it could also nourish his small world, it was indeed not a domain. Luck.

In an instant, he understood that the Daxia clan master did not control the gas fortune of the border and wasteland at all, but he could mobilize most of the fortune of the border and wasteland.

What he needed was luck and purple energy, which the Daxia Clan Master gave.

Seemingly different results are the same.

His last chance is right in front of him, how can he choose?

That's it!

Soon, the mind of the old witch sacrifice completely fell silent, accepting the purple vitality hanging down from the sky, and began to nourish the dried up little world.

...

Xia Tuo caught the slight strangeness of the old witch sacrifice. When he saw that the old witch sacrifice fell silent again, he withdrew his eyes. If he didn't tell the secret or the old witch sacrifice, the people watching the battle would not know it.

As for whether the old witch priest would say that he took the short hand and the short mouth, and just noticed the strangeness of the air and did not make a sound, this matter would be completely swallowed.

Right now, although the owner of the Yinglu clan was thrown into the Luwu God Prison by him, the Yinglu clan has inherited you in the Southern Borderland for so many years and is deeply rooted. Daxia wants to completely integrate the Frontier Desolation. time.

But Daxia wanted to truly integrate and integrate the fate of the border and famine, and the safe way was to let the people return to their hearts. Just like what they did in the clan domain these years, this is the way to fundamentally control the fate of the clan.

Da Yin and Da Cang King Court, their method of controlling clan luck is because there is a mysterious bird totem master, and the totem master controls the totem spirits of the various tribes under their command.

Bianhuang now has two great totem spirits, one is Wuwu and the other is the totem of the Yingzu clan. In the future, there will only be one real totem left by Bianhuang.

Only relying on Wuwu to suppress the luck is the right way to make changes on the basis, and the people return to their hearts, even if the king of heaven comes, the luck belongs to Daxia.

The difference between kingly way and humanity, for Xia Tuo, stability is everything for Xia Tuo.

At this moment, there is naturally a reason for showing the means that can mobilize luck.

"Everyone, I didn't expect that a group of people from the Yingzou tribe would be killed." Xia Tuo sighed, then changed his voice, and said: "You all came to watch the battle for hundreds of millions of miles, and the five years of training time have been delayed. Xia is grateful to your heart. The war battle contract is about to end, and you have to bear a testimony."

"Brother Xia, what do you mean by this?"

Wu Lin Jiao looked at Xia Tuo, thinking deep in his pupils. He felt a familiar breath from Xia Tuo, but this breath could not be said.

"Previously, the contract between our clan and Yingzou, and now the Yingzou clan is dying in the waters of the dead body. This battle agreement is naturally my Daxia victory. You witnesses and defenders of the battle contract, you still need to come to Yingzou. The clan makes a trip to ensure that the final agreement of the Zhan Ge Contract is reached."

Xia Tuo's words, the Tianyang Zhunwang, Jingnan Hou, and even the Wulin Jiao could understand it. This is to let him be a wicked person and suppress the Bangzu tribe with a general trend.

The five-year agreement is still a year away, and everyone still needs to wait, but Xia Tuo directly controls the air transport, and the person who can control the air transport in one area must be the most beloved person in the area.

Xia Tuo can control luck, what does this mean?

The last gleam of hope for the Yingzou clan is gone.

The royal messenger behind the Yingzu clan was just slapped into the world of the cave by Xia Tuo, this is for them to make a choice.

Of course, the royal clan of Tianzhu is strong, but the forces behind them are not afraid of Tianzhu at all.

Xia Tuo looked at the three figures on the witch ship, and waited quietly. They came here this time, the quasi-king of Tianyang under the court of the Great Yin King, the king of Jingnan under the court of the Great Cang King, and the walking envoy of the true dragon cave. Famine, but all came on behalf of the respective forces behind it.

Once these people and him descended on the land of the Yinglu tribe, the significance would be quite different, and the frontier and deserted Daxia would be recognized.

Several observers also understood what he understood.

It's just such a thing, and it's very clear before you. One is the thriving Daxia, and the other is the Banglu tribe who is destined to be suppressed. How do you choose?

What's more, Da Xia has already controlled the fate of the border shortage. Without them, Da Xia can calm the border shortage. By then, there will be no chance to add more flowers.

"As a witness of the totem war battle contract, it is natural to maintain the war battle contract to the end." Wu Lin Jiao said. For him, Da Xia's imminent control of the border shortage has become an established thing, and he naturally stands on Da Xia's side. , On the contrary, if the clan wins, he will choose .

The clan can only blame bad luck.

No way.

King Tianyang did not speak, and King Xing did not give instructions when this happened.

Jingnan Hou also didn't speak, he just watched the excitement, and then reported what he had seen and heard to the King of Great Cangren.

How to turn around and fall on them.

What's the matter of the Youlong Divine Bone has long been forgotten. How can such a divine object as the Youlong Divine Bone be so easy to obtain? In the original battle contract, no one really took the Youlong Divine Bone as the final condition. .

In terms of the number of people who walked out of the perishable sea area, Daxia is already seven, including the Daxia clan leader, and zero for the Yinglu clan.

The most important problem is that Daxia has already begun to control the fate of the border and wasteland. The Yingzu people are not blessed by the fate of a region, and the future development of the ethnic group can be imagined.

It's over.

"Since it's here, let's go with the Xia clan leader." Jingnan Hou smiled bitterly, this time he was planted, and Daxia was pulled into a car, and he glanced at Wulin Jiao.

Could this man be the support of Da Xia La?

Why did you sing with the master of the Daxia clan? I don’t think I’m thinking about you.

Zhunwang Tianyang didn't speak, but smiled and looked at the Old Witch Sacrifice who was still absorbing the purple energy.

Seeing Tianyang's expression, Xia Tuo didn't say much, and turned to look at the tribe.

There were eleven people in a group, seven strong people in the realm, and four came back besides him.

The aura on Jian Yi lost its sharpness and became a lot more rounded, but he could feel the sharp sword aura in his body. The aura was stronger than before, and it was obviously a lot of good fortune.

The aura on the remaining Ten Thousand Sky Qiong and Shi Yu also fluctuated a bit, and it seemed that they had also gained some good luck.

The rest is the old man from the stone tomb, his aura is a bit miserable, but a trace of new vitality bursts out of the old blood, as if to break the original shackles and promote to the third step.

Of the four disciples of the supernatural power realm academy, the only ones who returned were Si Ling and Qiu Shan, all of whom were promoted to the Pidi realm.

Xia Tuo feels distressed because of the loss of the two conquered scattered cultivation sites. The two Xuegong disciples have not returned. This loss makes Xia Tuo a little distressed. He is distressed by the two Xuegong disciples. As for Guangyao and Mu Han, Daxia is still true There is no shortage of experts in the field, let alone two casual practitioners.

"Sky Qiong, you sit here, continue to wait, and see if there will be people coming back."

"Yes, patriarch."

"The rest of them will follow me to Yingtiao City."

After the order, Xia Tuo also took a seat and waited for the precipitation of the Laowujie Laowujie. The precipitation of the Laowujie lasted for three days and three nights, and finally recovered.

"Old predecessors, I want to go to the Zangzu clan and urge the Zangzu clan to comply with the contract, and I want the old predecessors to condescend to come to the Zangzu clan."

Seeing the old witch festival wake up, Xia Tuo spoke.

Xiaoyue Old Witch Ji looked at Xia Tuo, his turbid eyes flashed a little, and said, "As it is."

Seeing that the Old Witch Festival of Missing Moon said so, Zhunwang Tianyang didn't say much, and the group embarked on the witch boat of the Old Witch Festival of Missing Moon, and headed north across the mountains.

As for the five-year agreement, what is the five-year agreement?

Seven to zero, Daxia won.

...

The witch boat traveled north, traversing mountains and plains, and the wild aura permeated the world. After crossing the wild demarcation line, many tribal relics, city walls, villages, and abandoned villages can be vaguely seen on the earth.

All the tribes are still relying on the habit of hunting to make ends meet.

The speed of the witch ship was not full, but within a short period of time, it had already appeared on a vast wasteland in the southern part of the border.

In the middle of the wasteland is a majestic giant city, stretching for thousands of miles, with majestic walls, and red flames can be seen in the city.

This is the clan city of the Yinglu tribe. It took tens of thousands of years for the Yinglu tribe to build a city as a residence, rule a large area in the south, and command the seven uncles.

What is called making a fortune in silence, this is a model.

Dominate the deserted southern part of the border, without showing mountains or dew, the real benefits are in your hands.

"It's a strong flame."

Above the witch ship, Zhunwang Tianyang squinted his eyes and looked at the huge city on the wasteland with a touch of surprise in his eyes.

Borderland is a remote place in the eyes of warriors of all regions, let alone the south of the borderland. I didn't expect that there would be such a tribe in the south of the wilderness that was separated by the land occupied by the monster race.

The city of Daxia is big, but it lacks a kind of precipitation over time.

Xia Tuo, who came to the city for the first time, also had a touch of surprise in his eyes. This thing was not jealous. It took tens of thousands of years to settle the foundation. Although the Daxia curve overtakes, the problem is how to overtake and time. The precipitated breath is beyond the reach.

However, this is nothing. Give him time and he can kill anyone.

From the heart, Xia is not counseled.

The witch ship rolled in without any cover, naturally drew the attention of Yinglu City, a fiery red figure appeared on the head of the city, and after seeing the witch ship clearly, she was shocked.

The comer is not good!

"Point Zhu Rong Shenhuo."

what!

On the city wall, the shackled clan soldiers wearing fire-red leather armor were suddenly shocked.

Zhu Rongshen fire cannot be lit when the ethnic group is in danger.

"Great Elder."

Zhu Rongjiang's expression was stagnant, and he saw Xia Tuo, the man who severely injured him in the Dry Mountain.

Of course, it is not the time to pay attention to this issue. The Daxia clan leader who participated in the battle contract returns, and the clan leader is nowhere to be seen.

The problem is big.

Rumble!

In the blink of an eye, the sound of thunder sounded in the city, and in the middle of the city, a flaming sky fire ignited. It was red and dyed the sky red, causing the stable city to suddenly become chaotic.

"I wish Rong Shenhuo, life and death."

"What happened, who ignited Zhu Rong's sacred fire."

...

"The Yingzu tribe and the Daxia tribe are defeated in the battle contract, and the Yingzu tribe hasn't opened the door to surrender!"

At this moment, the booming thunder sound spread all over the world, inside and outside the city of Yinglu.

what!

The tribe is defeated!

This is impossible!

For a time, the city was completely chaotic.

The voice was called by Si Ling under Xia Tuo's instruction, and several witnesses were here, so don't disgust them with this little thing.

Anyway, the Yingzu clan is the meat in Daxia's mouth. Whether these witnesses are reluctant, they will spread out after today. They are standing with Daxia.

"Xia Tuo, where is the lord of my clan?"

Above the city, Zhu Rongjiang's eyes flickered with flames and anger.

"The owner of the Yinglu clan is deeply trapped in the sea. I won the battle contract this time. Witnesses who left a mark on the contract can testify."

After Xia Tuo finished speaking, he looked at the powerful men aside.

"The deity testified that the Daxia clan won the battle contract, and the Yinglu clan and his party did not come out of the dead body sea area."

In an instant, a terrifying dragon power swept out, as if a purple-gold divine dragon appeared in the void, its majesty suppressed the atmosphere of the world.

Wu Lin Jiao stepped out and stepped on a high place, overlooking the mouth of the city. His voice was like thunder, accompanied by a bit of majesty, which swept the entire city in an instant.

"The deity Tianyang, a quasi-king state warrior under the throne of the Great Yin King's court punishment, the witness of this battle contract, the Daxia tribe wins, and the Yinglu tribe shall submit."

"The quasi-king realm warlord of the Dacang King of Benhou is also a witness to the battle contract. This time the Daxia tribe won, and the Yinglu tribe can do it for themselves."

"Hehe, the old man is missing the moon, the host of this battle contract, the winner is Daxia."

With the thunderous words resounding through the world, the city fell into a deadly silence, and all of a sudden everyone died.

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