The Strongest Tribe

Latest website: As the fat brother Xia Tuo stepped onto the high platform, his small eyes wandered around, constantly looking at the shadows around him. This is a descendant of the royal family. It is rare to see in the border desert. Take this opportunity to look more.

"The Xia clan leader, the Sanzhu Dongtian and Bobu coalition forces are trapped in the mud in front of them."

At this time, Da Qi Ling slaughtered aloud and pointed to the black mist billowing wasteland in front of him.

"I don't know what Daqi's strategy is, whether we use the black smoke as a cover to kill in, or to kill in dignity."

Upon hearing this, Xia Tuo asked out loud.

After speaking, he saw the black mist rolling in the wasteland in front of him, clusters of clouds began to split, and the hazy blue light fell in the black mist, and the mist began to dissipate.

This was Daqi's response to Xia Tuo, and he went in openly.

...

In the depths of the quagmire, the giant wood coalition camp has initially established a defense in the quagmire, and paving the ground with armor and shields to block the swallowing power of the quagmire.

Like Zi Wuxiao, Mu Qingyun had also been deprived of control of the coalition forces.

The war soldiers composed of young men selected from several prefectures, and the warriors of the gods in the Tibetan realm sent by Sanzhu Dongtian were commanders of thousands and generals, monopolizing the leadership of the middle and upper classes of the soldiers.

In the center of the camp, a strange beast with a green body and three huge horns on its forehead is pulling a chariot. The chariot has no canopy. It is surrounded by huge trees as fences, measuring ten meters in radius. Mu Jiuhan sits on it. There are four figures standing beside it.

"Elder, the ghost of Da Qi outside has receded, you see the black mist is dissipating."

When the chariot was pushed back, Mu Qingyun shrank in the corner that was still in the back, showing a submissive look, motionless and silent, quietly like a wooden person.

Mu Jiuhan's eyes looked forward, his eyes flashed with blue light, he wanted to see through the mist, but although the mist cracked, it did not completely disperse.

"Someone!"

After half a stick of incense, Mu Jiuhan's eyes condensed suddenly.

The black mist tore apart, and under the dim blue light, black shadows lined up, appearing in his eyes, the army stretches for more than ten miles, with giant beasts riding in front, and high stone platforms. A figure stands with his hands behind.

In the army formation, a five-hundred-foot-high giant tree stood tall, with a huge flag flying above it, and the blue dragon totem **** pattern jumped like a blue fire.

"Daqi!"

Even if it had been predicted, Mu Jiuhan still trembled when he saw the Daqi war soldiers appear.

Daqi is here for revenge!

At this moment, the world was silent, and hundreds of thousands of Great Enlightenment Soldiers lined up. There was no sound, everyone was silent.

"Daqi!"

After a short while, a low voice sounded, and the Daqiyin soldiers in the array raised their heads, and their figures began to envelop the black smoke, and strands of black smoke gathered in the sky, turning into a black dragon, vomiting a cold breath.

Rumble!

The dragon roared, entrenched in the void, swept the Yin Qi in the void and turned into a black ocean, waiting for the opportunity to break through the coalition camp.

But at this step, Xia Tuo stopped.

He understands that Daqi has been silent for thousands of years, and now he finally waited for the opportunity, temporarily unable to defeat the Dongtian Holy Land, but he could catch a few warriors from the Dongtian Holy Land to practice his hand.

This kind of repressed hatred for thousands of years, the excitement of revenge.

The 300,000 young people of the Giant Wood Coalition were absolutely unable to support it under the impact of the Flood Dragon.

But these are all elites under the rule of the giant tree, dragon fish, and flame god. It can be said that once these 300,000 people are injured, the three tribes will have a century-old martial fault.

It's not that he has compassion. In his current position, the death of warriors below the supernatural power level is just a number.

Perhaps it makes people feel a little cold-blooded to say this. It is better to say that these people are of human blood, these people are innocent, or that these people are elites of the human race, and they will become the mainstay of the northwest in the future. It is the responsibility of the desert warrior to protect the family and protect the soil. This sounds more righteous.

The battle of luck between the sacred land of the caves in the northwest and the Bobu has been planned for nearly a hundred years, but no one thought it would be such a scene in the end.

The Daqi dead clan had been silent for tens of thousands of years, and suddenly appeared, which really surprised Xia Tuo, but after the surprise, it was a new school that conformed to the overall situation.

With Daqi's dead souls, there is a helper to deal with the Holy Land of Caves, this is definitely a great thing for Daxia, even taking advantage of this opportunity, Daxia can completely swallow the northwest in a battle, and build the foundation of the Hou Department.

Of course, this is the blueprint. The real desire to achieve this is that there is a holy land in the cave, and the demon clan stares at the outside. The Jiufeng demon clan who retreats to the central region still has the ambition to peep into the northwestern wasteland.

In this scenario, 300,000 elite young warriors are enough to sit in many tribes and cities, and defend the earth.

Before he knew it, Xia Tuo didn't even realize that he had already begun to make arrangements for the post-war of luck.

"There are still evils in the wasteland, and we need these elite guards."

After hearing the sound, the young master Daqi nodded after hesitating.

...

Phoo~~

A cold wind blew, and for a while, all the soldiers of the Allied Forces felt chills, as if their own spirit seemed to be in a trance suddenly, from the trance in the spirit, let the whole body chill bloom.

At this moment, the young master Daqi disappeared from the high platform and appeared hundreds of meters outside the giant wood coalition camp.

"I, the youngest son of the King of Great Qijing, Jing Chou, the Jing of King Jing, the enemy of blood."

The voice of Young Master Daqi couldn't hear the slightest fluctuation, but when it passed into the giant wood camp, it made the hearts of the Sanzhudong Heavenly Martial Artist who was caught in the central chariot of the camp chilled.

Mu Jiuhan's expression was extremely ugly. Looking at the young figure in front of him, he knew that he couldn't do it right today.

"Daqi remnants, I didn't expect to be still alive."

After speaking, a figure behind Mu Jiuhan stepped out. The figure was wearing blue armor, his face was thin and shone sharply.

After the Qingjia warrior stepped out of the camp, he and Daqi Young Master looked at each other in the air, and the two of them were watched by the other warriors on both sides.

On the high platform in the rear, Xia Tuo watched quietly, but didn't have the idea of ​​trying to grab the limelight from the young master of Daqi. The Thousand Cangjie Realm was the protagonist of Daqi, and he just had to watch it carefully.

"Little remnant, since I didn't die completely back then, I'm seeing you off."

The corner of Mu Tianling’s mouth revealed a murderous intent, and the body bloomed with faint ripples. Immediately after the footsteps of the void, there appeared a series of fine void cracks. The cracks spread in all directions, turning into a cobweb, generally turning the young master Daqi. To be enveloped.

A cyan divine light appeared in his hand, the law was concluded, and an illusory world prototype appeared behind it, based on the green wood, supported in the center of the illusory world, like a tree of the world.

The law gathering, the world foundation, just the last step to transform the soul, you can completely step into the realm of creation.

Facing Mu Tianling's quasi-world rudimentary coercion, the young master Daqi did not move at all, and under the gorgeous black robe, a white bone palm surrounded by black energy came out.

With the palm of the hand sticking out, the black laws of death converged, distorting the hazy blue light, and the moment they touched Mu Tianling, they saw the laws of green wood withered into ashes.

"Yep."

In this instant, Mu Tianling's secret path was not good. He wanted to pull back and fight again, only to find that the breath of death followed him, and the bone palms gradually enlarged in his pupils.

puff!

A sound of tearing blood and bones sounded, and at the moment when everyone in the Quartet hadn't reacted, the figure of Young Master Da Qi had been close to Mu Tianling's body within a foot.

The blood bones sounded, the bones fingers grabbed into the chest, and a beating red heart was grabbed out.

This scene gave the Quartet a look of horror.

"Hey, what kind of trick is this? Fortunately, the fat man has grown fat, with thick fat around his heart."

Fat brother's big face trembled, and he was taken aback. With just one move, a warrior who had already understood the law and built the foundation of the small world, was cut out of his heart.

"Ah~"

Immediately afterwards, a scream sounded, Young Master Daqi's brows pressed against Mu Tianling's brows, and a ray of black air spread out.

At the next moment, an illusory soul shadow was pulled out of Mu Tianling's body with the black dragon in his mouth. The illusory true soul screamed, and his body was burned by the black flames.

"Elder Tianling!"

At this moment, several roars came from the giant wood camp.

Mu Tianling's heart burst and his soul was pulled out. Such a scene made the remaining Sanzhudongtian warriors terrified.

This scene made Fat Brother couldn't help but touch his head. It seemed that it was time for a soul defense witch treasure.

boom!

Mu Tianling's body fell from the sky below the mud, his legs plunged into the mud, and the blood-colored holes in his chest were gurgling, which was shocking.

And the Young Master Daqi who had done all of this, the white bone palm supporting the heart, the black foggy dragon biting the true soul of Mu Tianling, casually threw the heart in his hand into the mud.

At this moment, the yin wind in all directions seemed to be getting colder.

Young Master Daqi was so fierce, even Xia Tuo was taken aback, and looked left and right. Such a fierce Daqi dead clan seemed to have no need to cooperate with him.

Is it possible that others are good?

Thinking about it, it seems that apart from this reason, I really can't think of other reasons.

At this time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Young Master Daqi made another move, looking at Mu Jiuhan on the car in the center of the giant wood camp, and then walked towards the camp.

Phoo~

In an instant, all the figures in the entire giant wood camp were panicked.

"I'll send you on the road!"

The Pingtian Crown Flowing Bead swayed, and at this moment the entire face of Young Master Daqi was revealed, a skull face, pale and petrified, and the eyes of the black hole looked like two abysses.

For a moment, a faint black flame ignited on the black robe, and while the flame jumped, it turned into a hideous dragon phantom, and the roar was extremely harsh.

"Nether evil dragon, nether evil dragon, you, you, you actually sold yourself to Nether."

At this moment, Mu Jiuhan was terrified.

"There is no way, otherwise, my little son, how can I take you to the Jiuyou together."