The Strongest Tribe

Yin Jiuzhu held the small tower and passed through the rocks. In the dark mist, I dimly saw a huge and hideous stone statue standing among the ruins in the middle of the mountain range.

Suddenly, a touch of joy appeared in his eyes, and then he instinctively looked around, hiding his body in the cracks of the chaotic rock, and noticing that there was no danger, only then revealed his figure and walked towards the direction where the stone statue was standing.

He saw ghosts and shadows around the stone statues, and there was an aura that made him feel frightened, but it seemed to be confined by the large array of stone statues.

A few miles further forward, a winding stone step appeared among the collapsed rocks. After a moment of indulgent thought, he stepped on the stone step.

There were people in Linghe Ghost Mythical Cultivation, he had already guessed, but he had been guarding outside for two years, and he did not sense that there was a vision in Linghe Ghost Mythical, so he couldn't help but come and take a peek.

Walking along the winding stone steps towards the high stone platform, twelve hideous beast statues stand around the stone platform, standing entwined with each other.

The whole body was tight, and the black tower in his hand was overflowing with looming black light, and the carved figures on the tower wall seemed to be alive.

After spending a stick of incense, Yin Jiuzhu reached the highest point of the stone steps, raised his head and looked at the stone platform, and suddenly a pair of eyes shrank suddenly.

On a high platform with a radius of ten feet, a pale figure wrapped in a black robe sat cross-legged.

At this moment, Sombra opened his eyes, a pair of eyes that looked like Nine Nether Pond, sucking all his eyes in, trying to struggle, but found that the small tower in his hand seemed to be imprisoned.

Luo looked at the young man in front of him with a touch of surprise in his eyes.

Although Linghe Ghost Mythos was not cultivating, he had set up a lot of measures to prevent outsiders from breaking in. He didn't expect that a little guy in the wizarding realm would be able to overcome many dangers and appear in the middle of the mountains.

Although most of the young people in front of them rely on the small towers in their hands, it is enough to show that their chances are good. When practicing, talent is only the foundation, and chance is also very important.

Like him, if he didn't get a witch-cursed inheritance pearl by chance, he wouldn't be easily promoted to the wizarding realm. In the Wuzun realm, he went to the ghost bronze lamp to be promoted to the witch sect realm.

So chance is very important.

At this moment, Yin Jiuzhu felt that he was imprisoned. In front of him was a witch sect. He was just a wizard realm. What did he resist?

Seeing the figure in front of him gently waving his hand, the small tower in his hand flew up into the sky and fell into the hands of Wu Zong in front of him.

"A Thousand Hands Soul Eater Tower."

Not long after, a cold voice rang in his ears, and he was a little frustrated. The cards he relied on for help were all peeped through. What else could he do?

"You want to absorb the living souls in Linghe ghost mythical creatures and help you completely refine this soul eater."

"Of course, if you can receive the soul of a warrior from the Divine Tibetan Realm, it will be a great help to you."

...

A moment later, just when Yin Jiuzhu felt that life was gloomy, he found that the Thousand-Hand Soul Eater Tower flew back again and fell into his own hands.

"You wish to worship me as a teacher."

what!

Yin Jiuzhu somewhat suspected that he had heard it wrong. He had been relying on his own groping all the way, otherwise he would not be tempted to enter Linghe Ghost Mythic to collect ghosts, it was not because the small tower in his hand was not completely refined.

A Wuzong not only didn't blame him for breaking into the land of cultivation, but also accepted him as a disciple. This kind of good thing fell on him.

Snail looked at the young man in front of him, able to cultivate to the wizarding realm alone, enough to see that his talent was good, and he could get a treasure like the Thousand-Hand Soul Eater Tower, and he could also see that the chances were good, and the most important thing was that the practice of witches was too harsh. There are really too few people who can cultivate well without becoming mentally ill.

"Aren't you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

"I~ I do."

After a while, the Yin Jiuzhu that reacted thumped and fell to the ground.

"Disciple Yin Jiuzhu pays homage to Master."

Three prayers and nine knocks, as smooth as running clouds and flowing water, can be regarded as hugging a thigh, not easy.

"Get up, even though we curse the witch line and be spurned by the great horrors and act **** and brutal, this is just a means of cultivation.

Since you have become my disciple, you must not deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, kill innocent people indiscriminately, or turn your back on the tribe. "

Yin Qiqi was a voice, and the momentum that made Yin Jiuzhu's happy was suddenly wiped out, and he knelt down and shouted: "If the disciple violates something, I don't need the master to take action, I will kill myself."

After Yin Jiuzhu watched his loyalty, he breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, they were all ruthless men who repaired the witch curse.

"Master, when the disciple got this soul tower, he discovered that there was a soul shadow hidden in the depths of the soul tower. It is this soul shadow that prevents the disciple from completely controlling the soul tower, and this soul shadow seems to be clear. Thoughts."

"Ok."

Hearing this, Yin Jiuzhu felt a chill in his heart. He saw that his words did not surprise Master. He reacted in a flash, and he could see things clearly. How could Master just not know.

Well, if I don’t say anything...

For a moment, he felt a chill on his back.

Master’s road is really long...

Hearing Yin Jiuzhu say so, Luo nodded slightly, still honest, he noticed the figure in the soul tower, the spirit power is unusually strong, and different from ordinary ghosts, it should be the power of a strong man in the late stage and even the peak of the gods. Life soul. The fastest mobile phone update::

Once refining, the strength of his disciple will definitely be greatly improved.

They are cultivating witches, and refining souls is also a method of cultivation. Besides, souls are not hunted deliberately, so there is nothing wrong with it.

With a swing of his big hand, the Thousand-Hand Soul Eater immediately fell into Conch's hand again.

"Where did you find this soul tower?"

"Holy King Mountains."

Hearing this, Luo glanced at Yin Jiuzhu. The Saint King Mountain Range is far enough, and with the strength of the Wizard Realm, it can reach here across millions of miles. The strength is barely, but the luck must be enough.

Conch made a witchcraft and sank into the Thousand-Hand Soul Eater Tower. Suddenly, an illusory figure appeared, with illusory arms intertwined.

Between the countless arms, a faint crimson light floated out, followed by a group of crimson soul flames, rushing out, revealing a youth-like soul shadow, his eyes closed tightly, in a state of half silence.

"The peak of the gods."

After summoning the living soul, Conch's eyes were surprised. The peak of the gods was placed on the northwestern land. They were already top-notch powerhouses, and most of them had names.

"Ok."

It seems that because of the influence of the outside world, the silent soul awakened.

"Leng Shanhan, die together!"

The spirit fluctuations of rage burst out, and Huo Yanling woke up from the silence, roaring, and quickly realized his state, the scene in front of him.

Luo looked at this furious soul shadow, with a strong soul aura, which is definitely a great opportunity for the witch.

Huo Yanling, who was in the state of soul, felt very real, and she suddenly fell cold and shouted: "I am a named disciple of Tianhou Mountain God Hou. I was harmed by a traitor and became a state of soul."

"Tianhou Mountain."

Hearing this, Luo was stunned for a moment, and condensed his movements. If he was a named disciple of the old Shenhou, he would really not be able to train him.

Yin Jiuzhu watched eagerly, wondering if he could be rewarded by the master and share a piece of the pie. When he saw this scene, he knew that there was nothing.

Looking at the snail, he hurriedly yelled: "Master, it doesn't matter to me, I have this strength, how can I kill a strong **** hidden?"

"go."

In a short while, Luo took his cheap disciple, and the Thousand Hands Soul Eater Tower, towards the tribe. Since he is a disciple of Tianhou Mountain, there is a genuine disciple of Tianhou Mountain in the clan, this person cannot be killed.

...

Half a day later, in the summer garden.

Xia Tuo finished listening to the snails, and looked at Yin Jiuzhu again. His face was pale and he was tightly wrapped in a black robe. It was not surprising that he was taken by the snails as a disciple.

"I have seen the patriarch."

"Get up."

After some exchanges, the attention of several people fell back to the Thousand-Hand Soul Eater Tower, and Huo Yanling's soul was summoned again.

"You said that you are a named disciple of the old **** Hou, can you have any evidence?"

Xia Tuo looked at the glowing soul and asked softly. Although Xun Fenghou hadn't returned yet, he didn't have much doubt about the words of the soul shadow in front of him.

Even if it is lying, it is just the difference between early death and late death. In this state of being slaughtered by others, people will instinctively come up with the most deterrent things to deter others to protect themselves.

Besides, in the state of soul, it is really difficult to lie.

In the former northwestern land, the old Shenhou brand was harder than Shenjin.

"I am the registered disciple of Shen Hou, Huo Yanling. I was attacked by another named disciple Leng Shanhan. In the end, he crushed his body with the Thousand-Hand Soul Eater Tower, and I also killed him."

Hearing this, Xia Tuo nodded, did not ask deeply, and then said: "Old Shenhou’s direct disciple Xun Fenghou is now an elder in Daxia, and he will come back from outside in a few days. You will see he."

"Second brother."

Hearing that, Huo Yanling looked happy, and as a named disciple of the gods, he could call his direct disciple a senior.

"Impossible, how could the second senior brother become an elder in a central department?"

Looking at Huo Yanling, it seemed that the dude had been silent for a long time, and Luo then said: "Now the situation in the northwest has changed drastically, Tianhou Mountain has been closed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ah~"

"This matter is a long story. Let's start with the mocking wind monument on Shengwang Mountain..."

"Mocking Wind Monument?"

Huo Yanling was stunned, she couldn't believe it.

"impossible!"

"I found the Laughing Wind Monument in Tianhou Mountain. How could it be possible to take away so many uncles."

"what did you say!"

After a while, Xia Tuo recovered and looked at Huo Yanling.

"The Laughing Wind Stele was discovered in the market of Tianhou Mountain. I was spotted by Leng Shanhan and chased me all the way to the Holy King Mountain Range, and then we died together..."

After a few breaths, Xia Tuo nodded slightly.

Yes, the beginning of the turmoil in the Northwest is here.