The Strongest Tribe

Inquiring about Hun Kong's life experience was handed over to Fat Brother, and asked him to go to the Great Yin King Territory Kongsang Mountain to see if he could find Hun Kong's weakness.

Since the return of Zhu Rongyu, Xia Tuo stayed in the tribe and did not go out again. Da Xia entered into a stable development. Although there were continuous minor problems in the entire territory, it was generally in a stable state.

At this moment, the entire border and the northwestern land were still peaceful. After Tianhou Mountain was closed, the chaos imagined by the ministries did not occur. Instead, the northwest seemed to be a peaceful and peaceful scene.

Giant Mu Bo Department.

The green wood is towering like a god, and its branches are as towering as the mountains and ridges, surrounded by rich vitality, which makes people feel that they are in the realm of vitality.

In the deepest part of the Aomu Bobu giant tree, within a spiritual wood cave, there are cyan air currents intertwined, and a faint purple air is rendered in it.

A wooden tripod stands in the cave. The tripod has three legs, more than a few hundred feet high. The tripods plunge into the ground like tree roots. The mouth of the tripod has a halo manifested by a blue-purple divine light, surrounded by circles like galaxies. .

In the purple light, the phantom of a sacred tree swayed, and there were round beads hanging on the sacred tree. If the image of the sacred tree appeared, it exuded the breath of ancient vicissitudes, suppressing the spirit tree that originally belonged to the giant wood Bo town tribe. Source force.

The roots of the Shenmu are like old vines, covered with cracks like dragon scales, and folds, overflowing with the simple majesty of the vicissitudes of life. With every breath, a large amount of purple gas will be inhaled by the Shenmu in the wooden cauldron.

The totem of the Giant Mu Bo Bu is a green wood god, but an anomaly between the heavens and the earth, the green wood psychic tripod, and by chance, became the totem of the Giant Mu Bo Bu.

And the clan luck of the giant wood uncle tribe, outside is the purple energy essence pillar of the clan luck, inside it is gathered in the wooden cauldron, inside the wooden cauldron of thousands of feet, the universe evolves into the world of purple air.

At this moment, there is a sacred tree in the sky above the wooden cauldron, and the roots of the tree go deep into the cauldron. The purple gas in the wooden cauldron is nourishment.

The sacred tree rooted in the wooden cauldron, vomiting the purple gas belonging to the giant wood uncle's department, exuding the ancient majesty with one inhalation, like a silent deity, coercing all directions.

Outside the wooden cauldron, the purple gas turned into a fog and the sea of ​​clouds rolled, a figure wearing a purple robe appeared out of thin air, looking up at the sky above the wooden cauldron.

The purple-green airflow at the mouth of the Dingkou evolves into a starry sky vortex scene, where the sacred tree takes root, the overlying branches, and the hanging round beads, just like stars in the starry sky.

"Mu Qingyun, your tribe has long been weary with me in the Three Pearl Caverns. The ruler of the wild land is always the tribe. We are just borrowing it and we will return it to you."

The voice of the figure in the purple robe sounded, and men, women and children could not be heard.

"Qingyun understands."

Purple Qi rolled, and a path was opened in the green wood cave sky, and a middle-aged warrior wearing a blue armor walked in. First, he looked at the figure in the purple robe, then his eyes fell on the wooden cauldron.

"It’s good if you understand that the fortune of a clan is related to all the resources in the clan domain, every tribe, every warrior, every beast and other resources, and even every warrior’s savvy, talent, and opportunity. What you have to do is Let your tribe become stronger, and the luck will rise. When it reaches a certain level, the luck can feed back the tribe."

"I also hope that the envoy will give some guidance."

Mu Qingyun nodded slightly, looking very respectful.

"Position, general trend."

"The giant wooden uncle is known as the first uncle in the northwestern frontier. It has a name but no truth. Since it is famous, it must be worthy of its name. The general trend is like a surging river.

The purple-robed warrior glanced at Mu Qingyun, his whole body was enveloped in a faint purple breath, only a pair of eyes shone with light.

He has his own method for controlling the human tribe's uncle for the Three Pearl Cave Sky, and he is not blindly squeezing it. That would only backfire.

Although he doesn't look down on the savage human race, he has to admit that he needs these low-blooded people to make the Three Trees Cave Heaven.

The real method is to let the giant wood boss know that Sanzhu Dongtian can lead the giant wood to be truly powerful and become the borderline northwest, and even the entire borderland tribe.

It's not empty, but a real edict, the real overlord.

Giant Mu Bo is strong and has become the overlord of the frontiers, and its luck is rising. When it reaches its limit, it will cut off its luck and replace it.

As soon as he came up, he used his strength to oppress, that was what the barbarians of Longbo Holy Land did.

"Qingyun understands."

"It's good to understand, but now is not the time, I will let you know when the time comes."

The purple robe figure turned into a purple mist and disappeared into the cave sky.

"Yes."

Mu Qingyun looked at Mu Ding blankly, speechless for a long time.

...

Purple Power Department.

There is an illusory golden vine in the Zidianbo tribe's land, which merges with the big pillar of tribal luck from the height of the sky, as if it fell from nine days.

This divine vine, surrounded by golden aura, is hidden in the pillar of purple energy, constantly evolving into divine forms such as gods, dragons, and phoenixes, enveloping the thunder of heaven and earth, and illuminating this ancient piece of purple electricity. Mountains and rivers of the earth.

The light and sacred breath overflowed, falling from the sky, surrounded by purple electricity and silver light, continuously merging and interweaving.

Clan Luck Ziqi connects to the veins and sinks into the depths of the clan.

"It must be rushed to fuse luck in front of Sanzhu Dongtian."

In the deep cave of Zidian Department, a golden giant with a height of more than 30 feet sits upright, and in front of him is the high priest and elder of Zidian Department.

As for the patriarch of Zidian Bo's tribe, he also disappeared after the Great Elder disappeared.

The rest of the clan had to submit to the Longbo clan.

The golden giant's eyes were like golden sun across the sky, scorching the void with scorching heat. He looked at the purple electric clan elder standing below with contempt, his dark golden pupils were only indifferent.

"For decades, I have only merged less than half of it. It's hardly possible that I want me to integrate you all into the vine.

Hearing this, the figures in the cave sky trembled, showing panic.

"Fuck!"

Hearing this voice, everyone in front of the golden giant hurriedly ran towards the outside of the cave.

In the Zidianbo tribe, there is no noise, and the entire clan is very quiet. In the continuous stone houses, the Zidian people sit cross-legged, frowning.

Some little dolls opened their eyes and kept peeking, couldn't help but want to get up, and then they were held tightly by the adult next to them, staring at the little doll with wide eyes.

This is what they do every day, which is to sit in meditation and visualize a golden giant idol.

...

In the cave sky deep in the clan land, the golden giant got up from the huge seat and entered the land of clan luck. A golden vine rooted in the veins of the earth and merged with the purple energy.

At the deepest part of the golden vine, one by one is rooted in the ground veins, and there are shriveled bones on the roots. Compared with the huge roots of the vine, these shriveled bones are like black spots.

"Be happy, surrender to my holy land of Uncle Long. I will make you my slave. In the future, I may give you a drop of blood, fade your humble blood, and become the descendant of the giant Long Bo."

Shenteng, a slender root like a short spear, pierced through a figure that looked like a young man. Compared to other figures that had already been sucked clean, this young man had a clear consciousness.

Looking at the giant appearing in front of him, he sneered.

"If there is a kind, you kill me."

The golden giant burst into anger, his huge head approached and looked at the youth.

"You really think that my uncle Long holy land dare not kill you this humble insect."

"Bah~ You try, you are my grandson if you don't kill me."

Zi Wuji showed a touch of ridicule in coldness, facing Long Bo Sacred Land, he had no backhand strength, but Long Bo Sacred Land was also an insult to him.

He is the clan leader of the Purple Dian Bo tribe and fits the clan luck. The Long Bo Holy Land wants to use the Zi Dian Bo tribe's clan fortune to seek the foundation of the world, but he is afraid of being backlashed by the human luck.

If some ordinary Zidian people want to kill, kill them, even if they kill tens of thousands of people, there is no need to be afraid, but they have great scruples about the clan masters who are in harmony.

It's not that you can't kill, but that you are vulnerable to backlash. Of course, as the Longbo Holy Land that has inherited two eras, this backlash can be solved with the background of the Holy Land.

But as a last resort, it is better not to take this step.

It is precisely because of Zi Wuji's non-cooperation that the integration of Zidian Clan at Longbo Sacred Land has been very unsuccessful. It has been decades, and it has not been more than half of the integration, not to mention the method of baggage to replace Tao Zheng.

"Grandson, come and kill your grandpa."

"you wanna die!"

Hum!

In a short while, the golden **** vine buzzed, and from the thick vines, dozens of fine branches were suddenly separated, turned into golden arrows, and plunged into Zi Wuji's body, blood blossoms burst, taking away a part of life.

The golden giant jumped into a rage, and was so humiliated by the humble scum that he didn't look up to. One can imagine how angry it was.

"Haha..."

Despite the sharp arrow stabbing his body, Zi Wuji laughed loudly.

"Grandson, call grandpa."

...

"roll."

Daxia Clan~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Xia Tuo walked out of a stone temple with a flying copper cauldron and copper tripod on his back foot. Now in Daxia, he dare to give him a temper, except for the bastard. It's empty.

The old man was ordered to imprison the witch seal by the Cullinan, but his physical body still had quite strong combat power. For so many days, he hadn't shown Xia Tuo a good face.

Walking out of the stone hall, Xia Tuo was not angry at all with a smile on his face, he always came to see the empty space after retreating.

This time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was 43,844 years of Chiming. He had invited the old man Hunkong to the tribe for three years, and the old man's temper never stopped.

The fat brother has not returned to Kongsang City, but he is relieved to think about it, such a long distance, plus the need to inquire about news back and forth, it takes a lot of time.

In just three years, Daxia has changed a lot.

The disciples who walked out of the Daxia Academy have gradually entered the territory in the past three years and have reached positions in various cities, becoming the mainstay of the grassroots level of Daxia, and various systems have spread across the vast territory of Daxia.