The Strongest Tribe

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A word from the ancestor of the Spirit Race made the atmosphere on the mountain top stagnate.

All of them are the masters of one party, in charge of life and death in their respective tribes. No one dares to disobey. They have long developed a sneer with power. They are so ridiculed at the moment, if there is no change in their expressions, unless they have really cultivated to a very high level. situation.

Of course Xia Tuo doesn't count.

Not only in the eyes of Uncle Yu, but also in the eyes of the ancestors of the spirit race, he felt that this person was hopeless.

I can't understand the good words.

Not long after, the ancestor of the Spirit Race shot a blue light, and a piece of dragon skin appeared, exuding a strong breath of dragon power, which was picked off by a domain-level dragon.

The dragon's skin glowed blue, and fell in front of Uncle Yu in a flash. Yu used his hand as a brush and his fighting spirit as ink. The momentum was suddenly opened, the brush was drawn with dragons and snakes, and the iron painted silver hook.

"Everyone, today we will ally with the Yu and the Spirits as witnesses. The four are the masters of the northwestern land and are of human blood. We should help each other and try our best to protect our humans from **** disasters."

Uncle Yu's words made Xia Tuo more and more interested, and this scene of the Huimeng all showed that the Yu and the Spirits were defending the way forward for the human race.

It's just that he has been carefully maintaining the development of Da Xia for a long time. Everywhere he feels that there are always people who will kill him, it is really inappropriate to meet a warrior who is dedicated to human race.

It is too abrupt!

It seems that he is underestimated.

Xia Tuo quickly lost his mind. He saw the dragon skin scroll drafted by Uncle Yu appeared in front of him. He took a look at it. The content was the quarrel at the time of the alliance. The division of the divisions was just added. When you go to the tribe, you must support each other, support the human race together, and let the people suffer as little disaster as possible.

He didn't hesitate, he immediately left his mark, and then the dragon skin flew towards Zi Wuxiao, Master Zidian.

In a blink of an eye, the four uncles all branded their marks and returned to the hands of the ancestors of the spirit race. As a witness of the alliance, he also left his mark.

"Farewell."

Not long after, Ao Yu made a sound, and his figure smashed into the thick white fog and disappeared on the top of the mountain, following Zi Wuxiao as well.

On the contrary, Mu Qingyun did not leave in a hurry, her eyes fell on Uncle Yu, and she whispered: "If Uncle Yu intends, my giant wooden door is open, I am willing to go out to welcome 30,000 miles."

After speaking, Mu Qingyun also smashed through the white mist and left.

Xia Tuo had already left at a glance. Although the Union League seemed like a farce today, it actually had divided the Northwestern Land. Then it was time for the various ministries to show their magical powers.

He felt that the ancestors of the spirit race and Uncle Yu were somewhat unwilling to see him, he didn't care, got up and left his seat, and was about to leave.

"Master Xia stayed."

The old voice sounded from behind, it was the ancestor of the Spirit Race.

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo stopped and turned around to look back.

"Master Xia, are the descendants of Ji Meng Dongtian in your ministry?"

Xia Tuo looked at the ancestor of the Spirit Race, nodded without covering up, and replied, "Yes, I saved Yu'er by accident and accepted him as a direct disciple."

Hearing this, the ancestors of the spirit race frowned, and Uncle Yu frowned.

This scene made Xia Tuo displeased. Why did Lao Tzu accept a disciple and hinder you? Did you grow up drinking sea water?

"Don't worry about Uncle Xia, please sit down again."

At this time, Uncle Yu noticed a slight change in Xia Tuo’s mood, and then said: “Don’t get me wrong, Lord Xia. Back then, Ji Meng Dongtian was not contained by the Dongtian Holy Land because of his assistance to the Daqi King’s clan, and was even more united by the Three Pearls You should be aware of the destruction of the holy land living in Dongtian. The descendants of Ji Meng Dongtian are in your summer, we are worried..."

As soon as Xia Tuo's eyes turned, Xia Tuo suddenly understood that they were afraid that Dong Tian behind Da Xia would attack Ji Meng's descendants. If Uncle Yu was right, the causes and consequences of Ji Meng's fall would be completely understood.

"Why, don't you believe that I can protect Yu'er?"

Then he asked rhetorically.

"No, no, we believe in the eyes of the old god."

At this time, the ancestor of the Spirit Clan continued: "Back then, the Daqi King's Department and Ji Meng Cave Sky were destroyed before and after. A strong man who survived in Ji Meng Cave Sky had a direct disciple, who later founded Tianhou Mountain in the northwest. When the old **** Hou was sealing the mountain, he once sent a letter to the old man, saying that Northwest Daxia was interesting."

Then, the ancestor Ling paused and said, "Unfortunately, my spirit race is also a green vine, and I am also a green vine. I can't get out of this land of giant trees and vines, and the old man can't see the appearance of Da Xia. "

The words of the ancestors of the Spirit Race made Xia Tuo recall it. No wonder the old **** Hou asked Xun Fenghou to give him a token of Jimeng Dongtian. This is probably something vaguely sensed in advance.

"Don't worry, Yu'er will be fine. My Daxia is neither a giant tree, nor the likes of purple electricity and black dragons. It is my human race that is in charge of the wasteland."

Xia Tuo sighed and looked at the two people in front of him. It was obvious that besides Tianhou Mountain on the bright side, there were still some people in the dark running for the human race.

Whether it is the ancestor of the Spirit Race or Uncle Yu, playing a role he doesn't know clearly in this process, it's not bad, at least not the enemy.

At this moment, he changed his voice and asked aloud: "Why is Tianhou Mountain closed?"

Hearing this, the ancestor of the Spirit Race pondered for a moment and said: "Always leave something for the Human Race, otherwise the situation in the Northwest will collapse in the end, who will fight the sky and leave a ray of life for the Human Race."

Hearing this, Xia Tuo nodded and didn't ask any more questions. The two in front of him seemed unwilling to say more, but he would figure out what Uncle Yu and the ancestor of the Spirit Race did.

Standing up, holding a fist to the two of them, he stepped out and disappeared into the white mist.

Seeing Xia Tuo disappear in the white mist, the ancestor of the spirit tribe and Uncle Yu glanced at each other.

"Uncle Yu, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Uncle Yu didn't answer directly, instead he whispered: "Establish a heart for the heavens and the earth, establish a life for the living and the people, for the sacred and inherit the knowledge, and for the peace of the world."

Uncle Yu's whisper made the eyes of the ancestors of the spirit tribe become deeper, and a long time later, he said leisurely: "A big traitor is like a loyalty, and a big loyalty is like a traitor. I can't see clearly."

"The Frontier Desolate Race has a long way to go, you and I are dedicated, revenge is not an extravagant hope, and there is no regret if you can live up to King Jing Tian's last wish."

After a long time, Uncle Yu sighed lightly.

"hope so."

...

After leaving the spirit barrier, Xia Tuo quickly found Lao Hulu, not only that he signaled to Lao Hulu before leaving, but Lao Hulu also brought back Fat Brother and Xun Fenghou.

"how about it?"

Seeing Xia Tuo coming back, the fat brother asked hurriedly.

"It's over."

Hearing this, Xia Tuo nodded and said, in fact, he didn't go to the meeting alone either. Elder Luo had always been in the Witch Treasure Cave Sky that he carried with his heart. A cursed Witch Witch Venerable was definitely a big killer.

But this Union League was indeed beyond his expectation. The four parts were stolen. Although Zidian, Giant Wood, and Black Dragon competed with each other, they actually blocked Daxia in the northwestern land.

This is also good, the more Daxia is not valued by everyone.

At this time, Xia Tuo looked at Lao Hulu.

"The old man is a little restless."

With a word from Old Hulu, Xia Tuo's mind immediately became tense.

"When did it start?"

"After the spirit clan warrior invited you to join the alliance."

Old Calabash did not cover up, and then said.

Then, Xia Tuolu pondered, since the old gourd had the induction when he went to the Huimeng, he did not come from within the spirit race, but was undoubtedly from the three great uncles, or the cave heaven behind it.

Moreover, it is only a sense, which means that there is danger and ambiguity, but he is not careless, no one can know the preferences of the person who makes the shot, and it is only a matter of thought.

...

Outside the ancient city of Lingteng, the world of emptiness, a void between fragmentation and reorganization, the old man wearing a green robe stands in the realm of the void, overlooking the mountains and rivers of the ancient city of Lingteng.

His mental thoughts traversed the four voids, and every inch of the void world was in his perception, and then his palms spread out, and a diamond-shaped bronze mirror emerged.

The bronze mirror turned into three feet in size, covered with mysterious dragon patterns, and the mirror surface was overflowing with a faint cyan light, shrouded in the void on all sides.

At the same time, in the other direction of Qingteng Ancient City, the old man in burlap and linen was holding a bamboo stick, standing between the void and reality.

In the other palm of his hand was a verdant three-foot jade tree, overflowing with a faint glow, spreading towards the world of the cave.

Half a day later, two figures appeared in a cavernous world at the same time.

"Six heads can be found."

The old man with a bamboo stick in coarse cloth and linen groaned softly when he saw the old man in green robe.

When someone called six heads, the old man in Qingpao squinted his eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but didn't show any anger. He echoed, "You can detect it, Old Mudun."

"The old man used the Three Pearl Sacred Wood Heart, and he didn't notice the so-called godlike aura of the mountain, sea, cave and sky."

Hearing this, the six-headed old man also shook his head and said: "The god-patterned Tianjiao mirror also didn't find it, but the old man Long Bo is still so angry."

"Fine, the old man is back to the cave."

The figure of the old man leaning on the bamboo stick turned into a stream of light and disappeared at the end of the cave. He did not see the gods of Shanhaidongtian, or the gods of Shanhaidongtian did not come, or there was some defensive treasure that isolated the sage in his hand. Peep of things.

Compared with the former, he believed in the latter more. This sudden emergence of the mountain, sea and cave sky was really too mysterious.

In the world of Dongxu, there were only six gods left. He turned around and headed towards the depths of Dongxu. The appearance of Shanhai Dongtian made Liujiao Dongtian caught off guard.

A sacred cave in the sky that popped up suddenly, could it be that the sacred place in the cave that had been dusted a long time ago has now returned again.

It's a pity that this time I failed.

...

Ten days later, three thousand miles to the north of Qingteng Ancient City, a Divine Hidden Realm Sansam was moving forward, suddenly a silver light burst out of his body, and his body flew out like a thunder in the panic. Smashed heavily into the wilderness.

The silver light flickered, forming a void door, and two figures walked out of the door, it was the fat brother and the old gourd.

"How about it, Immortal Calabash, let me sense it again."

"All right."

Old Hulu shook his head and said, "There is no danger."

"Okay, let's go."

Let the old gourd return to the Dongtian Witch Treasure, the fat brother then picked up the hapless loose repair, and threw it into the Dongtian Witch Treasure, turning into a streamer and heading north.

ps is sorting out the plot, and writing a chapter as you write_||