The Strongest Tribe

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Between the heaven and the earth, there is a wind whistling, and the **** of Zhu Rong is fierce in the city, but for the people in the city, it feels a bit cold.

The heart is too cold.

The figure standing in the void outside the city, the majesty of every way overwhelmed them out of breath.

Rebel, what to resist!

These are all prospective kings!

Zhu Rongjiang's body standing on the top of the city was a little swayed, the figure outside the city was too majestic, they could not resist, and they had no strength to resist.

Even if the owner of the Yingzou clan came back, it was difficult to resist this kind of power.

The foundation accumulated over tens of thousands of years is also limited, and in the face of the appearance of the figure, she can't do it.

His eyes searched for the void over and over again, no, still no.

None of the people returned.

The quasi-king Xingji of the Heavenly King Department did not appear either.

Yes, facing the quasi-kings of Da Yin and Da Cang Royal Court, what could the Heavenly Paw Royal Clan count.

backing?

It's the right thing to back the mountain.

Zhu Rongjiang's eyes were desolate, staring at Xia Tuo, and said, "You are deceiving people so much, what are you going to do!"

In the blink of an eye, Xia Tuo seemed to have become a heinous villain. Although he was not a good person, he was still close to the villain asking himself.

Today, he is determined to do this wicked man.

"According to the agreement of the Zhan Ge contract, Da Xia won the victory of this war agreement, and the Yingzu clan must surrender to Da Xia."

Missyue Old Witch Ji spoke to Zhu Rongjiang, who was still waiting, and when he said this, he glanced at Xia Tuo. There was no way. Originally, he wanted to get luck, but he did not expect to fall into Xia Tuo’s. Calculating.

The air luck is obtained, but the problem comes from the air luck accumulated by the Daxia clan. As for why Xia Tuo can mobilize the air luck, this is not the point of the problem, the point is that he owes Daxia.

Mother, the debts must be paid.

The causal cycle, as the host of this battle contract, he has a deeper involvement in causality than the other three witnesses.

"Elder, fight with them."

"Fight for it!"

...

On the head of the city, the warriors of the Yingzou tribe crowded up, shouting out of righteous indignation one by one, and the palms of the weapons were exposed and angrily rushed into the sky.

"Please ancestors!"

"Please ancestors, fight with them."

...

At this moment, in the deepest part of the center of the city, there was a horrible breath, as if a blazing fire was burning, waves of ripples passed out, and there seemed to be roars in the void.

"It's an old beast. It looks like it should be a wild relic, with a trace of pure blood."

The Old Witch Sacrifice of Missing Moon spoke, and he was the most powerful and perceivable.

As soon as the words were opened, everyone's eyes were filled with doubts, especially the horror in the eyes of Zhunwang Tianyang. Is this still a barren border in everyone's eyes?

One big summer, one 梼杌, is this the strength that Hou Bu should have?

With this strength, Wang Ting's top ten princes, Du Te Niang is a shit.

He simply refreshed his understanding of Hou Bu.

I beg for the tribes in frontiers, let's be your own people, with good strength, but pretending to be barren, waiting for the royal court to help the poor?

"Clan, do you want to break the oath?"

The muddy eyes of the old witch priest became cold. After so many years of cultivation, he is not a good old person, let alone things that involve cause and effect, if the cause and effect between the destruction and the Da Xia are really cut off, he really Want to do that.

In the center of the city, a sea of ​​golden fire distorts the space. The sea of ​​fire surrounds it like a golden realm, with the golden sun imprinted on it, accompanied by the imprint of the flame mountain.

In the center of the golden realm, there is a three-hundred-meter-sized golden beast lying on its head, and the fire huffed out, turning into a fire dragon and swept all around.

The flames converged above the city, and merged with the Zhu Rongshen fire that had been ignited before, and turned into a huge golden behemoth, with a pair of eyes that looked like a sea of ​​golden fire, looking down towards the outside of the city.

Xia Tuo stood with his hands on the witch boat outside the Yinglu clan. He had long anticipated that it would not be easy to suppress the Yinglu clan, so he pulled these people to endorse.

The Yingzuo tribe is worthy of being the group of Yinggou Sages, and it really makes people have to admire their hidden kung fu, and there is such a guardian beast.

On the other hand, Daxia’s bastards, all of them are foodies, and they are simply shopping around.

All of them are greedy and sleepy. They are not enough to eat. Trick or treat is better than the spirit. Why can't you do it? I want to become the guardian of the sacred animal.

However, this old golden beast seemed to be in poor condition. It looked like golden light, but it couldn't conceal the exhaustion of that old bloodline, and it might not last long.

The background of the Yingzu clan refreshed his bottom line time and time again, this time it should be the end.

If there are any, he really can't stand it anymore.

For a while, the breath froze in this way. Because of the old beasts, the Zangzu tribe barely withstood the impact of the quasi-kings outside the city, but that was only the case.

"Clan, do you want to break the oath?"

Missyue Old Witch Ji spoke again, this time the void within three feet of his body collapsed, forming a dark hole and void, and the world of Witchcraft at the center of his forehead overflowed with illusory glow.

"If you don't see the coffin, you won't cry."

At this moment, Que Yue Lao Wu Ji glanced at Xia Tuo.

Suddenly, Xia Tuo understood that this was to repay the kindness.

Then he nodded. He was very clear about the old man’s thoughts. Some favors really can’t be owed. If they owe for a long time, it’s easy to take oneself in, and give them back when there is a chance. Who knows what disasters will be waiting for in the future Yourself.

Unexpectedly, the Old Witch Ji was so jealous of him, did he look like a bad person, so eager to return the favor, besides, he Xia is the kind of person who knows to repay him.

We Daxia's backer one after another, is it possible that you are still an old man without you?

In the next moment, a yellow light appeared on the center of the old witch's eyebrows, and the space barrier quickly disintegrated where the beam was shrouded. This was not directly broken into dust by brute force, but the space fragments withered and lost their vitality over the years.

The law of time, the power of time, this is the law of taboos.

Xia Tuo's avenue of life and death is also a taboo method, but now he has not practiced to the extent of the old witch sacrifice.

The sky over the city was suddenly enveloped by a vast yellow atmosphere. Some people on the wall did not dodge. In the blink of an eye, the vigorous man aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then completely aged into a pile of bones.

"The old man will give you a ride."

The golden pupils of the old scorpion beast whose Shouyuan was about to be exhausted showed horror. This thing is simply to give him the end in advance.

Sure enough, when the yellow airflow came to the center of the city, it turned into a **** yellow bell, which was more than 500 meters high, and the whole body was branded with the evolution of the sun and the moon and the vicissitudes of life, and everything was born to death.

"Do not!"

"I surrendered!"

"Impressed!"

Zhu Rongjiang screamed in response.

At the same time, Xia Tuo glanced at the Old Witch Festival of Missing Moon. He couldn't stop at this time. The old Beast was going to die, but the problem was that at least there was still a good life for decades.

Too long, it is not conducive to Daxia's control of the 梼杌.

For a time, the time clock fell down, humming like thunder, and the black-yellow airflow fell like a waterfall, as if a divine mountain fell down, dissolving the surrounding void.

Roar!

The old golden beast roared, his body burst out with blazing flames, and the sound was like a mountain collapse and the ground cracked, colliding with the clock of time.

I saw the golden flame, when it touched the time clock, it turned gray and then annihilated, and the blood on the old scorpion beast changed from flaming to dark red.

Click!

Immediately afterwards, the time clock cracked, cracked, and exploded all at once.

Roar!

The old beast roared, his eyes flashed with a lingering fear, staring at the old witch sacrifice.

The old witch Ji received his magical powers, and an old voice sounded in Xia Tuo's spiritual world.

"Only ten years."

Xia Tuo's expression did not change. He thought he could kill this old smashing beast directly. Ten years would be ten years. I can still wait. If it is killed directly, how many people will be divided into this old smashing beast, it is bound to return. It caused the riots of the 梼杌 clan, and the gains outweighed the losses.

But the old witch festival is really fierce, and you have to stay away from this old man in the future.

In a time when everyone was unaware, Xia Tuo and Old Witch Ji completed a transaction, and both sides understood each other and were overjoyed.

At this time, Xia Tuo said: "Elder Zhu Rong, summon the people of the clan."

"Go and gather all the clansmen in the clan who are in charge of the clan." Zhu Rongjiang waved his hand with a frustrated expression and motioned to the clansmen behind him.

In fact, there is no need to summon at all. The high-level members of the Zangzu clan are all gathered around him. If this group of people is swept away, then the Zhuangzu clan will completely collapse.

But this is not what Xia Tuo wants. What he wants is a Zangzu clan that he can control. It is not useful to kill less people, unless he kills all the clan members of the Zangzu clan and directly asks for no people.

But he really did it like this, the first unlucky one is himself.

"Everyone, let's go to the city and rest."

The witch ship burst out with a roar, and headed directly towards the main hall in the city of Yinglu. As for the original owner of the Yinglu clan, the body on the witch ship was missing.

The sky has changed in Yinglu City.

"Great Elder."

Hearing the sound, Zhu Rongjiang waved his hand and said, "Call everyone to the clan hall."

At this moment, the four corners of Yinglu City have been occupied by Jianyi and others, overlooking the inside and outside of the city.

In fact, apart from the old beast, there are no more than five people from the Pangzu tribe, including Zhu Rongjiang. Now the old beasts have shrunk again, and so many quasi kings suppress them, they are really not afraid to resist. .

In the face of so many quasi-kings, Zhu Rongjiang is the most powerful one. What will he resist?

...

On the square outside the hall of the Yingzu tribe, more and more people gathered, not only the **** warriors of the Yingzu tribe, but other people living in the city were also driven here, densely crowded with people.

"Clan Master Xia, even if I am defeated, I am not Daxia's slave!"

In the clan hall, Zhu Rongjiang rushed in, suppressing the anger in his heart, and opened his mouth to Xia Tuo. He saw the warriors of the Daxia clan driving away the clansmen in the city. This was simply treating the Yinglu clan as slaves.

"Elder Zhu Rong, don't worry, it's just that there are some things to announce. Have you got the list of the Yingzou clan I want?"

Entering the main hall of Yinglu, Xia Tuo naturally refused to let him sit in the position of the clan leader of the Yinglu tribe. As for the elder of Yinglu directly standing below, he became like an outsider.

When Xia Tuo looked at the roster of the blood of the Yingzu clan, a beautiful shadow came from outside the city of Yingzuo, tapped the void directly across the city of Yingzuo, and fell outside the main hall.

"Clan Lord." Qiao'er entered the hall, her eyes flowed to the people in the hall, and finally stopped for a while on the old witch sacrifice of Miss Yue.

"Come on, sit down first."

Xia Tuo signaled Qiao'er to sit down in the hall, and continued to look at the family policy of the Yinglu clan. The Yinglu clan, which has been passed on for so long, has many branches of blood. The two veins of Zhurong and Yinglu are the main ones. Hundreds.

This is not even counted as the seven uncles under the control of the Yinglu tribe. These seven uncles are closely related to the Yinglu tribe and are one body.

It is not Xia Tuo's purpose for the Yinglu clan to surrender. A complete Yinglu clan is not in the interests of Daxia. He wants to separate the Yinglu clan.

If the 梼杌 clan is divided into 1,000 shares, even if they want to rebel, they must be able to unite.

"Clan Lord." Shi Yu walked from outside the hall, took a witch spirit jade card and gave it to Xia Tuo, and then Xia Tuo read the branded information in the jade card.

There are some things he couldn’t do, so he left it to other tribesmen to inquire. The content of the jade talisman was very simple. It was to search for the souls of the people in the city, find the dudes in the blood of the Yingzu tribe, count the children, and those who were not valued. people.

The Great Wilderness does not restrict the birth of the population. Don’t talk about the elders among the Yingzu tribe. Even if there is an ordinary errand tribe, there are many wives and concubines with four, five, seven or eight children. Some of these children are favored, some are not favored, and concubines. The concept of "is still very important", which provides an opportunity to decompose the 梼杌.

He was going to completely dismember the Banglu tribe while all these witnesses were there.

Putting away the book in his hand, Xia Tuo got up, looked at Zhu Rongjiang in the palace, and asked: "Let's go, let's go out and have a look, everyone is here."

On the square outside the clan hall, the shadows were crushed, and when Xia Tuo walked out, they all looked at him.

This is the person.

The bullying 梼杌 family has no sides.

For a time, the atmosphere in the gathering crowd fluctuates a little.

"Elder Zhu Rong, do you think I can't kill people?"

Zhu Rongjiang was taken aback for a while, and then he heard a voice.

"If you are defeated, you will be defeated. I will give you a way to survive. If you don't want it, I can fulfill you."

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Rongjiang looked ashen and shouted: "Be quiet for the old man."

Seeing that Zhu Rongjiang knows the current affairs well, Xia Tuo nodded. This is not the time to kill the old man. Right now, such a guy is needed to appease the Banglu tribe. When the situation stabilizes, he must be killed.

No, as long as it is a realm opening, you have to kill a warrior in a supernatural channel, if it makes a lot of trouble, it will kill you.

What Daxia wants is the unification of the frontiers and wasteland, and whoever causes trouble will kill whoever.

Speaking of which, the Yingzuo clan guarded the tranquility of the border and deserted southern borders and saved the lives of unknown human races. This is effective.

Xia Tuo admitted this.

Then... what else?

What should he do and how do he do it.

Anyway, in the future, there is only Daxia as the ruling class in the frontier. The records in the annals are all of their own people. When that time comes, they can beautify themselves.

All the credit is Daxia, and the bad things are done by others.

Ten thousand years later, whoever would say that the war provoked by Daxia must have been framed by Chi Guoguo.

Daxia ruled the frontiers, built Lingtian, Jianwuyuan, and protected the blood of the human race. How could it be the evil side.

All are framed.

The greatest good person is the Daxia clan leader, Xia Tuo!

"The monster race rages on the frontiers and deserts, and lives in southern Xinjiang. It protects my human blood and has done a great job."

For a moment, as Xia Tuo spoke, the crowd surging underneath suddenly stunned, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

Looking at the sudden silence below, Xia Tuo's expression was faint, stunned.

He has done meritorious service to protect the people, he admits this.

It is inevitable to reassure the people and give some sweetness.

"My Daxia bears the fortune of the border and famine, and the Yingzu people have protected the blood of the southern Xinjiang people for thousands of years, and Leshi remembers their merits."

Speaking ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The purple light on Xia Tuo's head was shining, he urged the seal, and once again caused the fluctuation of luck. For a time, the purple light floated in the air, and the purple clouds were bright, bringing the eyes of every member of the Yinglu tribe. Give full of purple light.

At this moment, the drooping eyelids of Miss Yue Old Witch Ji moved, and the last two hands were in his cuffs. There was no word. He felt that fortunately, he had just caught the opportunity to return the cause and effect. The Daxia Clan Lord was definitely not a good crop.

Since ancient times, a clan leader who swindled, kidnapped, and acted ruthlessly is a necessary condition for great cause.

He now suspects that the Zangzu clan has not come back, perhaps it is related to the Daxia clan leader who has a smile on his face and talks to the people of the Zangzu clan about the merits of the Zangzu clan.

too dark.

They all swallowed the 梼杌 clan, and were still fooling the 梼杌 clan.

Well, who makes this look good, the purple light is shining, and the boundless luck is manifested, and with the blessing of the vast and stalwart, I am afraid that it can really flicker the Zangzu people, thinking that he is the lord of the fate of the border, and the destiny is in the summer. The defeat of 梼杌 is to comply with the times.

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