The Strongest Tribe

The ground in the Golden Palace is overflowing with golden aura, the aura is like a golden syrup, there is a golden dragon phantom piercing through the clouds and mist, and there are faint dragons.

In the breath of the golden armor man above, the air flow rushed into the golden air, revealing a light gold dragon scale inlaid on the golden bricks of the main hall, but a piece of the size of a millstone, forming a complete golden Taoist talisman, until the sun overflows Out, evolved the flame dragon shadow.

"Now it is the third great era. When the ancestors left the wild land, they also followed the trend. Now we want to regain control of the mountains and rivers, and it is also in accordance with the times.

Over the past three generations, how many creatures have been fighting for the world and wanting to seize the supreme destiny, but they all ended up in vain. My Longbo clan does not want to be so vague and remote, but only wants to be passed on and not annihilated in the age. "

The words of the Jinjia people made the atmosphere in the hall become stagnant. The Longbo clan is very powerful and the bloodline is high, but there are very few true pure-blood people, and the total is less than 20 people, but once the Longbo clan is an adult, it will surely become magical. It’s also much easier to become a new place than other ethnic groups.

In the Longhan era, when the Longbo clan was at its peak, it was once a king and nine princes. At that time, there were only a hundred members of the Longbo clan, and now it is only possible to remember the glory of the past in the clan records.

"High priest, in order to break the shackles of the people, we have no choice."

Hearing the words, the high priest in the golden witch robe, the golden pupils were groaning.

The situation of the Longbo clan is changing day by day, and it is more and more difficult for the clansmen to break through the realm in cultivation. Now the strength of the clan has fallen to the lowest level in three generations, and the ancestor of the strongest in the clan can't break the realm.

In order to revive the ethnic group, they need to break the game.

In the hall, in addition to the golden armor man and the high priest, there is also a warrior wearing a golden robe. He has not spoken, closed his eyes and rested. At this moment, his eyes are open and closed, like two golden giants.

"The luck for the recovery of the frontier is not the only thing we are staring at. The Nine Wilderness Regions are the Divine Land, the center of the heavens and the earth, surrounded by golden crows, the laurel moon and the sky, how many stars surround the outside, and how many holy places are supported by the caves. Although the time when the holy land leaves the wild land varies, there is no doubt that the wild land is the root of everything."

The golden robe warrior spoke lightly, and his eyes were very cold. The Frontier Desolate Clan had been silent to its lowest point in ten thousand years, and it had already attracted the powers to move around. The seemingly peaceful frontier was already undercurrents.

"I'm afraid that some people in other regions have already cast their eyes on here. I heard that a mocking wind stele appeared in the northwestern region of the border decades ago. I didn't expect the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land to also come in."

"The Laughing Wind Stele has taken away more than a dozen supernatural power realm masters and demon supernatural power realms in the wild northwest, weakening the power of the human tribe, which is of great benefit to us, why not do it."

Then, the high priest groaned: "Furthermore, this is a wasteland. What kind of moths Tianlong Sacred Land wants to move, not just to face our Longbo Sacred Land.

In order to wait for this opportunity to come, the sacred places of the Bianhuang Caves and Heavens sealed their respective small worlds, and the old guys sealed themselves in the coffin of the blood crystal. Now someone wants to jump out and pick the fruit, how easy it is. "

Hearing this, the golden armor warrior sitting at the head showed a little coldness and said: "Since I dared to do that thousands of years ago, I didn't think I could hide it, and I was not afraid of someone coming to grab it. Now that the time comes, let's see who The last laugh."

Immediately afterwards, the Golden Armored Warrior changed his voice, looked at the high priest, and asked in a deep voice: "High priest, do you have eyebrows?"

"Yes, there is a human tribe called Zidian in the northwestern desert. It is led by a person with supernatural powers and the highest level. This tribe has a good background and can support the method of becoming a puppet and using luggage to replace the dead."

"Then do it as soon as possible. Someone has already taken a step ahead of us, and the people in Sanzhu Dongtian have already done it."

After the Jin Jia warrior finished his command, the two figures in front of him had turned into streamers and disappeared in the hall, his eyes muttered.

"Fortune..."

For a while, he seemed to think of something, his eyes were inexplicable, his luck was illusory, but everything came into being, not only from the Longbo clan, but also from other sacred places in the sky.

The royal court, which is known to suppress the mountains and rivers, has never really been alone in the fortune.

I don't know if the order of heaven and earth has changed, martial arts practice seems to have become a lot more difficult, unlike the Yankang and Longhan times recorded in the clan, it seems that there are too many constraints.

...

The Eternal Mountains, the Daxia Clan, and the Tianlu Cave.

Within the cave, purple qi surrounds, revealing a side of clan transport barrier, and three figures in the barrier are watching the three divine lights overflow.

In a golden stream of light, there is a giant stepping in the sky, chasing stars and moon by month.

In a blue light, there is an indescribable sacred tree. The strange thing is that the leaves on the sacred tree are cyan beads.

In a black light, the black water is full of oceans, and there are shadows floating in the black water.

Puff puff!

Before long, the three divine lights were annihilated and returned to nothingness.

"Uncle, these are the three kinds of qi that I caught in the border wilderness."

Qiao'er stood not far away obediently, and said to Xia Tuo, not the same as the previous image in the Luolong Mountain Range.

"Golden luck comes from the big man in the Luolong Mountain Range, the cyan luck comes from the giant wood boss, and the black luck comes from the black dragon boss."

The reason why Qiaoer's aura changed dramatically in this way was because she had just entered the Wuzong realm.

The Wuzong needs to condense the soul and life, that is, the only soul, but the true soul of the Wuzong needs to be transformed, and this kind of transformation will cause some changes in temperament.

Hearing this, Xia Tuo frowned, and Qiao'er told him that the glowing light was also luck, but it was a little different from the original purple energy of the human race.

There is no doubt that these are beyond his imagination.

Although he knows little about purple qi, he also knows the purity of human purple qi. As the largest uncle of the northwestern frontier, there is a kind of pan-green luck in the giant uncle's tribe, which is obviously a problem.

"The two supernatural powers killed by Yunlan Mountain were both from Longbo Sacred Land, but they seem to be from the impure blood of the tribe. The strength of this Long Bo Sacred Land should not be underestimated. Two supernatural powers were sent casually. Care about the life and death of Yunlan Mountain."

At this time, the fat brother continued: "It seems that Bianhuang is about to change."

Nodding slightly, Xia Tuo looked at Qiao'er, and asked softly: "Qiao'er, can you feel the function of these extraordinary luck?"

"Qi Luck is intangible, and this one ebbs and the other grows. Take the giant wood uncle’s tribe, the human race’s purple qi is still flaming. Swallow completely."

"graft?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Tuo was taken aback.

"Fatty, I remember you said that the Heavenly Cave Holy Land is very powerful, why don't they do it themselves?"

Looking at Xia Tuo, the fat brother shook his head and said, "I don't know about this either."

"There is only one possibility. They can't get off the court personally, so they have to choose puppets."

After speaking, Xia Tuo shook his head. Unfortunately, they knew very little at the moment, and could only see a little bit of things. Originally, he thought that Da Xia wanted to develop and had to fight for luck and compete with other uncles in the Northwest. Dispute, but now it does not seem to be the case.

He was not competing with him in the Northwestern part, but the holy land hidden behind him, and it was far more than the Longbo Holy Land.

It seems that the real game is always the big hand behind it.

Suddenly, Xia Tuo let out a long sigh, and muttered: "The trees really want to be quiet and the wind is not stopping. We must prepare in advance. Whether it affects us or not, we must deal with it in advance. Don't go out to the tribe. I need to go to Tianhou Mountain."

"it is good."

...

Xia Tuo was very depressed. The news Qiao'er brought back caught him off guard, and finally wanted to settle down a little bit. He didn't expect that a large number of players would break the rules and enter the arena.

With a stomach of doubts, he did not delay heading towards Tianhou Mountain. This time he did not have the leisure and elegance of the last time. Instead, he rushed all the way towards Tianhou Mountain.

...

Tianhou Mountain.

I haven't seen him for many years. When I saw the old Shenhou again, Xia Tuo found that the old Shenhou was sluggish, and he was no longer the spirited old man, and the wrinkles on his face were also a few more.

"Why aren't you staying in the tribe? What happened?"

The old **** Hou looked at Xia Tuo up and down, and only after several breaths did he withdraw his eyes.

"Everything in the tribe is fine, I don't want to miss you when you are old, so I came to have a look."

After hearing Xia Tuo's words, the old **** Hou laughed twice and hummed: "If you have any questions, just ask."

"Well, our northwestern land has been stable recently?"

After thinking about it, Xia Tuo didn't know what to say, and came up with this sentence.

"You want to ask what's happening in the northwestern land, as for such a roundabout."

The old **** was sitting on the futon, his eyes lost his spirit, like an old man in a tribe, his eyes were cloudy.

"Tianhou Mountain is no longer able to control the northwest, the whole border has been desolate and chaotic, and the evil is..."

Having said this, the old **** Hou did not continue, and there was a touch of desolation in his eyes, but he converged in an instant.

"Originally, Tianhou Mountain had no real right to rule over the Northwest Territories ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ It would be a good thing if the demon was really in addition to it."

From the words of the old **** Hou, Xia Tuo once again heard a feeling of twilight, seeming to be unwilling, there are memories, and there is a kind of downfall.

"Senior, Northwest..."

The old **** Hou waved his hand and said with emotion: "The northwest has never been the northwest of the ordinary human race. The old man has practiced for thousands of years, and he has only realized this truth until now. It's a sigh, sad~~~"

For ordinary warriors, the level of life evolution is not high, and the feelings for the environment will not be deep, but the more advanced martial arts, the more profound the understanding of the environment, especially the invisible context between heaven and earth.

As a **** of land, although it is only the first step, he can still grasp the context of heaven and earth. He clearly felt a few strange auras in the sky in the northwestern region of the border.

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