The Strongest Tribe

Latest website: Xia Tuo is not in a hurry to make an oath of cooperation with the Daqi dead clan. He first decided to suppress the Sanzhu Dongtian as a prerequisite for cooperation, which is a warm-up for the cooperation between the two sides.

"Okay, let's use Sanzhu Dongtian to practice hands."

Hearing this, Young Master Da Qi nodded and agreed.

"The warriors of Sanzhudongtian are trapped in the marsh wasteland."

After the two parties discussed the corresponding steps, Xia Tuo left Tianyafeng and returned to the base camp to mobilize manpower.

Seeing Xia Tuo go away, Young Master Daqi and Ling Zai sat in the stone pavilion, and did not leave in a hurry.

Qian Shanlie, who had been guarding outside, saw Xia Tuo leave and re-entered the stone pavilion. He asked softly: "Young Master, Master Lingzai, even if we don’t rely on them, we can enter the Holy Cave of Heaven in the world. Get it."

He looked at Young Master Daqi, but it was a pity that the jade beads hanging down from the Heavenly Crown covered Jing Chou's face, but as for the old face of Ji Zai, he couldn't see any change in color.

"Qianshan, after you go back, take good care of your men and horses. Don't take it lightly."

After a while, Daqi Young Master Jing said softly.

"Yes."

Hearing the young master's order, Qian Shanlie had to respond, turned and walked outside the stone pavilion.

"Ling Zai, let's go. With the assistance of the Wasteland Boss, we can also have less trouble and make a quick decision."

After speaking, Jing Qiu got up, took the lead, and then the words sounded.

"This time, I will go personally and let the people of Sanzhu Cave Heaven take a look."

"Daqi, still there!"

"Old, stay with the young master."

There was a wave of waves flashing across the old face of Zai Cang, and a hoarse voice sounded.

Daqi... is still there!

Not in life, there is also death.

...

Outside the Thousand Cang Boundary, the northwest wasteland, the ancient city of Qingteng.

In the middle of the ancient green wood forest, a huge blue giant tree with a main trunk like a sky column and branches and leaves like a canopy. On a branch of the dense branches and leaves, the ancestor of the spirit sits on it with his hands on his knees. In the palm of his hand is a short gun that is as crisp as a **** jade.

The surface of the short gun is overflowing with a faint brilliance, the surface is round and unparalleled, and it looks like a jade.

At this moment, in the wasteland three thousand miles north of the ancient city of Lingteng, the ancestor of the ancestor was in coarse cloth and linen, leaning on a cane, and the breeze was blowing his beard and dancing, and it was blowing on the old face.

The ancient ancestor went all the way, his rickety body made his body appear a third shorter than normal. At this moment, there was no muddy color in his eyes, only a touch of firmness.

His pace was not slow, and he quickly crossed the wasteland and entered the ancient forest of green vines, where the magical array was lost, and the green smoke filled the ancient forest.

But in the eyes of the ancestors, it was like nothing, and the feet were constantly straddling vertically and horizontally, and the scene in front of him was constantly changing, easily traversing the great formation of Qingteng Ancient City.

call out! call out! call out!

Between the tumbling cyan fog, there was a sound of breaking through the air, rushing towards the ancestor Yu, and facing the arrow feathers from the blast, his expression remained unchanged, and his old body did not even hide.

Cang!

Arrows gleaming with blue light across the body, plunged into the mud at the feet of the ancestor Yu, immersed in the roots, leaving clear small holes in the ground.

call out! call out!

Immediately afterwards, several arrows struck again, and the ancestor Yu's expression remained unchanged, and his steps were firm.

Finally, several arrows fell on the front and back of Yu Pao, and there was no sound of breaking through the air deep in the thick fog.

"Why did the ancestor break into the hinterland of my spirit race."

The voice of the ancestor Ling sounded and passed into the thick fog.

Hearing this, the ancestor of the royal ancestor raised his head, his eyes gleaming brightly.

"For the king, loyal to the king."

The voice fell, and the voices from all directions seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden, only the wind and mist were surging, and after a long time, the voice came again.

"There is no real king in the borderland, where there are kings and ministers, I have prepared a banquet in the spirit hall, the ancestors will come to the spirits for a long time, let's have a drink today."

After speaking, there was a path between the clouds and the mist. The ancestor Yu did not hesitate, walked forward with a cane, and quickly appeared in front of the Spirit Clan Spirit Hall.

Outside the temple, the ancestor of the spirit wore a green robe, stood with his hand held down, and greeted with a smile.

"Old ancestor, well."

The ancestor Yu walked to the front of the hall and squinted at the ancestor Ling. He didn't make a sound for a long time, but he saw the ancestor Ling a little hairy.

Don't look at the ancestors who are no more than magical powers to manifest the holy realm, but the existence of two reincarnations that can return safely is enough to bring people awe.

Especially in the current situation of the ancestor Ling, he has entered his twilight years and has five hundred years to live well. If he can’t go further in five hundred years, then it’s time for the soldiers to reincarnate. He couldn't break through ignorance and return safely, he didn't have the slightest assurance.

"Old friend, how are you?"

At this time, the ancestor Yu spoke out, watching the ancestor Ling pop out such a sentence.

"The ancestors broke me."

Hearing that, the ancestor of the spirit nodded slightly, his age is considered to be big in the border, but he is still a junior in front of the ancestor.

However, the next moment, just when he was about to make a sound again, a cyan light burst into his body, and a cyan short spear floated out, manifested above his head, and buzzed.

Seeing this scene, the ancestor Ling was taken aback, and then smiled bitterly.

Spirit Gun!

How can I forget it?

This is a magic weapon handed down from the first ancestors of the spirit clan, and has reached the level of a quasi-royal soldier. In the war that year, the spirit **** spear killed four people.

"Lingshen, are you okay?"

The ancestor Yu looked at the manifested sharp gun, and there was a memory in his eyes.

Hum~

Upon hearing the sound, Lingshen Gun made a faint whimper.

In the war that year, the spirit clan master held a spirit gun and fought against the two quasi kings of the Daqi court.

However, the spirit clan lord is strong, but he is also afraid of group attacks. The two quasi-kings of the Daqi King's court, with the help of four peerless powerful men who have four steps to break the ground, jointly besieged the spirit clan lord. The Lord of the Clan Bleeding Heaven Pass.

In that battle, the spirit clan master wielded a sharp spear and killed four land preparations, severely injuring the two quasi kings of Daqi, causing them to walk in embarrassment. They died after exhaustion, and the spirit spear was also severely injured. Shen recuperated in the ancestral land of the spirit clan.

Since then, the spirit clan has fallen, and the spirit ancestor is the second generation ancestor after the spirit clan leader sits down. Compared with the quasi-royal clan at its heyday, the spirit clan today has long declined.

Hum!

The Spirit Spear continued to buzz and whimper, turning into a streamer and falling in front of Yu Pao, gently touching the old body, Yu Pao stretched out his rough palm, rubbing the Spirit Spear.

"I know I know……"

Soothing the spirit spear, Yu Pao looked at the spirit Patriarch.

Upon being seen in this way, the old ancestor of the spirit was choked with a childlike look.

"I am a minister of Daqi and come to be loyal to the king."

Hearing this, the ancestor Ling's mouth moved several times, but after all he didn't say anything. At this moment, he really didn't know what to say.

The young master has something to say, you don’t need to know the ancestor of revenge. It’s not that you don’t trust the ancestor, but that the ancestor has not many years to live, at most decades. Whether this reincarnation will return is still unknown.

But the old ancestor is the old ancestor, how can this matter be kept from him? Maybe he can hide for a bit when he has not been dormant before, until the vision of the thousand celestial realm appears in the sky, and I want to avoid it. In the eyes of the ancestor, it was really not easy.

"Ancestor, things are much more prepared..."

The old ancestor Ling was interrupted by the old ancestor before he finished speaking.

"Needless to say, I am the minister of Daqi, and I am faithful to the past today and repay the grace of the king with my stumped body."

After speaking, the ancestor Yu looked at Lingshen Spear again, with a smile on his face.

"Old man, come together."

After speaking, Yu Pao stood in front of the Spirit Hall, leaning on his cane, squinting his eyes slightly, and his breath fell completely silent.

He expressed his position in this way and clearly told the ancestor Ling that no matter what plans he had, he was a soldier.

In this regard, the ancestors of Ling had no choice.

The spirit spears uploaded by one's own ancestors are so close to the ancestors, how can I persuade them, the presence of this traitor is equivalent to telling the ancestors of everything.

Looking up towards the sky, the blue light enveloped the sky. It was a vision emanating from the Thousand Cang Realm. I don’t know what the Young Master has prepared. As long as you can get the pure blood of the Hollow Holy Land, you can cast a curse. Law, curse the bloodline of Dongtian Holy Land to dry up.

The foundation of the Clan of the Cave Heaven Holy Land lies in the bloodline, which is also the capital they are proud of. The ancestors of the human race in the ancient times have overcome thorns and thorns, and the fusion of animal blood is to obtain more powerful power to protect the place of human reproduction.

However, they never thought that their descendants would turn their backs on the human race with this kind of blood, claim that they are superior, and even regard the human race as a humble species.

The next thing he has to do is to protect the implementation of this plan, so as not to be noticed by Dongtian Holy Land and be destroyed by it.

Seeing that the ancestor was so stubborn, the ancestor Ling had no choice but to go with the old man.

...

Thousand Cangjie.

Back in the camp, Xia Tuo summoned the fat brother, the elders, the ghost soldiers, the dragon bird guards, and the sprite soldiers. Under the guidance of the Yin soldiers of the Daqi dead clan Haodongying, Away to the camp.

Outside the quagmire wasteland ~www.readwn.com~ In the mist rolling, there is a vague array of phantoms wearing armor, densely packed with hundreds of thousands of people, these phantoms holding big guns, standing in arrays, silent.

Before the army formation, there were dozens of unicorns with heads and hundreds of meters in size. They looked like wild elephants, but they did not have the noses of wild elephants. These beasts had a huge horn the size of several meters on the center of their eyebrows. Rune.

At the forefront, there was a tall formation. On the formation, the young master Daqi and Lingzai came by the handrail, and a black armored leader stood beside it.

Xia Tuo led the soldiers to the front line of the army, leaving the Elder Conch to rule the sprite soldiers, and he and the fat brother boarded the high platform.

On the high platform, in addition to the young master Daqi and Lingzai, there are ten majestic figures, and the aura that each one emits is enough to compare with the strong in the holy realm.

This is not even considered to be the powerhouses of the supernatural power realm who are arranged in four places under the high platform. These strengths are enough to destroy all those who enter the Thousand Cang Realm, and they are not even weaker than any sacred land in the sky.

It is hard to imagine that the great enlightenment of the dead race has accumulated such a powerful strength in tens of thousands of years.