The Strongest Tribe

Latest website: Young Master Daqi's words were light, and he couldn't hear the slightest mood swing, as if he was saying something insignificant.

Rumor has it that there are gods in the Netherworld. In the years before Yankang and the mountains and seas, part of the true soul of the fallen heaven and earth true spirit has not disappeared, and has escaped into the silence of the nine seclusions, intending to escape the obliteration of the will of the heaven and the earth.

True spirits and true souls are boundless, some of the wounded true spirits, although they were seriously injured, had to hide, but the souls inadvertently exuded remnant thoughts, manifested sacred outside, and gradually turned into some psychic gods, who were born in the Nether World The belief of some creatures.

In the Netherworld, there are a total of thirteen powerful existences with manifested holy names, which are the Nine Kings and Four Saints. The Nine Nether King is not the King of the Open Heaven Realm in the Wild Earth and Yang Realm, but the true king.

The sacred nature of Nine Nethers is not a manifestation of the holy realm, but a transcendent holy holy.

Rumor has it that there are nine heavens in the Netherworld, and each heaven has a true king sitting in town, and the four sages pass on his name in the nine heavens.

Skeleton face, black flames, and cold air swept across, and strands of black cold air emerged from Young Master Daqi's body, transformed into a dragon shadow of thousands of heads, and drowned his whole body.

Seeing the approaching Young Master Daqi, Mu Jiuhan was a little flustered. After a while, a round jade plate appeared in his hand. A green sacred tree seedling grew out of the jade plate, and then the jade plate rose in the air, stabbing Through the hazy void, I want to escape.

Click!

At this time, above the sky, a black electric shock appeared out of thin air, hitting the jade plate that had escaped, and the sacred tree seedlings withered, and the jade plate shattered into powder.

"you……"

Mu Jiuhan's mind became even more tense when he saw the rumor of the Jade Butterfly on the news. The Daqi Dead Clan cut off his way of communicating information to the outside world.

However, it is not without gain. The Transmission Jade Butterfly is a warrior of ancient times. It is a witch treasure specially refined for the transmission of the Three Pearl Cave Sky. It is composed of the Jade Butterfly and the main formation.

The fragmentation of the jade butterfly can be sensed for the main formation under the transmission of the jade butterfly, and then it depends on how the clan prepares.

"Go up together, take him down."

Following Mu Jiuhan's voice, the two Wuzongs of the Three Pearl Caverns behind him all shot together.

Rumble!

Accompanied by the roar, like thunder surging, the three Martial Artists of the Three Pearl Caves headed by Mu Jiuhan stood in front of Young Master Da Qi.

"Shenmu Luotian!"

The two witch sects in the middle stage of the Three Pearl Cave Sky witch sects directly played the same magic trick, and the witch talisman loomed in the void and turned into a net made up of tree trunks.

As for a long spear appeared in Mu Jiuhan's hand, this spear was branded with a cyan rune, and there was a vaguely crystal clear spirituality intertwined.

The three figures rushed towards Young Master Daqi.

In the camp, Mu Qingyun did not obey the order to kill him. He was left alone on the chariot. His eyes stretched across the void, and he saw Xia Tuo standing on the high platform with Daqi's dead soul.

kill!

The next moment, he did not hesitate, his figure rushed out of the car like an electricity, but strangely appeared in front of a warrior of the Three Pearl Cave Sky Divine Passage Stage One in the big camp.

"you……"

Puff~

The spear broke, and blood flew horizontally, flowing down the spear.

"Everyone obeys the order, kill the caveman!"

"Mu Qingyun, you are looking for death!"

Mu Jiuhan saw this scene when he turned his head, Mu Qingyun killed another three-bead hole-sky supernatural power under Mu Qingyun's spear, and he couldn't help but roar.

"My three beads give you the strength to marry a clan girl, so you dare to abandon my sacred place!"

Mu Qingyun was full of hideous eyes, clutching a three-strung magic warrior in the sky with his big hands, and smashed it into the mud of the earth, not caring that the blood was stained.

"Don't worry, I will peel out the unawakened soul."

Hearing the sound, Mu Jiuhan was surprised.

Mu Qingyun actually knew it!

"Ah...help me."

At this time, a scream sounded, and a Wuzong in the Three Pearl Cave Sky was caught by the Young Master Daqi. The dark black flames ignited the body, and the flesh and blood burned into ashes bit by bit, quickly spreading the whole body. Even the soul did not escape.

Immediately afterwards, Young Master Da Qi appeared in front of another Wuzong like a ghost, suddenly transformed into an evil beast, and swallowed it into his mouth.

"kill!"

Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo in the distance felt that it was necessary to speed up the process. The remaining miscellaneous fishes and shrimps, please clean up quickly. You can't let the Daqi Dead Clan do everything.

He was just about to decide to take a shot, and Young Master Daqi had already captured Mu Jiuhan and took him towards the center of the Thousand Cang Realm.

Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo suddenly said: "Elder Snail stay."

After speaking, he turned and headed towards Young Master Da Qi, and the fat brother followed him at first glance. There was nothing good to see here.

The strength of Sanzhu Dongtian entering the Thousand Blues Realm was too weak in front of the Daqi Dead Clan, and everyone could not get a Daqi Young Master together.

"Be careful, don't get the dark flames on your body."

Needless to say that the fat man, Xia Tuo has already avoided the black flames scattered in the void. He instinctively felt that these flames would not go out unless the flesh and blood were contaminated.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he opened his mouth and asked the fat brother: "Do you know the origin of Nether Black Flame?"

"It's hard."

Hearing the sound, the fat brother said: "It is said that in the Netherworld Nine Kings and Four Saints, there are several existences who control the black flames of the Netherworld, and each of them has the strength to reach the sky and the sacredness. They are called ghosts and gods.

The ghost clan we killed were just the little natives of the ghost world, they believed in ghosts and gods. "

After he finished speaking, the fat brother squinted his small eyes, shook his head lightly, and said in a deep voice, "It's no wonder that these Daqi people who have been dead for thousands of years have not completely withered. If they take refuge in a certain ghost and **** in the nether world, it will make sense I just don’t know how much it cost."

Xia Tuo didn't say anything. There is no doubt that the price is not small.

Soon, the two of them had followed the young master Daqi to the center of the Thousand Blues Realm. On the wasteland, withered grass swayed, and a blood formation surrounded by nine blood-colored circles spread on the wasteland.

At first glance, this large formation is very rough, even like a large hole dug randomly by the deserters on the wasteland. However, the moment Xia Tuo's spiritual thoughts submerged into the outermost blood circle, it felt like His quasi-prime soul suddenly hurt.

Immediately afterwards, the wisp of spiritual thoughts sent out was swallowed, and a chill was generated in his spiritual world.

Hum!

In an instant, the Xuankong Armor burst into blue light in the spiritual world, and the Xuanming divine text bloomed, turning into a Xuanming idol, slamming an armored hideous beast that suddenly spawned in the spiritual world.

Rumble!

The sudden mental shock caused Xia Tuo's body to tremble, and the evil beast phantom that evolved in the spiritual world was annihilated, and his eyes looked at the blood circle changed.

The same fat brother around him was also affected in his spiritual world.

"It's Black Youxie."

After a long time, the fat brother regained his consciousness and said out.

At this time, the young master Daqi who fell on the stone platform in the center of the blood formation turned his head and looked at the fat brother. There was a splendor in the eyes of the hole covered by the flat crown.

"Unexpectedly, there are people in Bianhuang who recognize the black beetle."

"This is a kind of strange beast under the throne of ghosts.

After that, the young master Daqi stopped talking, and began to concentrate on making Mu Jiuhan. He planted Mu Jiuhan in the ninth blood circle like a tree stump.

The words of Young Master Daqi clearly told Xia Tuo and Fat Brother that the ghost and **** he sacrificed was the ghost king. As one of the thirteen gods in the Nine Nether Worlds, he possessed unparalleled power.

Only with this kind of existence can they keep their memories intact after death, turn them into the body of Yin soldiers, and be able to stay in the wasteland and the Yang boundary.

Immediately afterwards, there was a halo in the blood circle, which enveloped Mu Jiuhan, and then a fingernail-sized black-winged beetle appeared in the blood circle, which looked like the spirit of Xia Tuo and Fat Brother. The same manifested in the world.

Click!

The little bug climbed onto Mu Jiuhan's body, opened his mouth and began to bite, sucking blood from the bitten body, and then burrowing its head toward the blood port.

The blood of the Manifestation of Saint Realm, the power contained in it is enough to blast the ordinary martial artist of the Divine Power Realm, but Heiyou Ying doesn't seem to be affected at all.

In the blink of an eye, this little bug crawled all over Mu Jiuhan's body except for his face, and lined up to drill into his body. Mu Jiuhan wanted to shout, but he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. His face was full. Horrified.

Young Master Daqi carefully looked at Mu Jiuhan's horrified look, as if he was appreciating a piece of art, full of satisfaction.

In this regard, Xia Tuo pretended not to see that, in order to get revenge, the guy who sacrificed the Nether had already been distorted in his mind. He still had some understanding of this.

Before long, a figure came from afar, and groups of Yin Soldiers carried a corpse in a formation and threw them towards the blood circle.

These were the fallen Three Pearl Cave Heavenly Warriors, and the bones of the Long Bo clan who had been killed by Daxia Town before, were also dragged in and thrown into the blood circle.

In the blink of an eye ~www.readwn.com~ one by one, the black faint beetles crawled all over the bones and began to bite the flesh and blood.

A figure stained with strong blood, from far and near, came to Xia Tuo's body. It was Mu Qingyun. Of course, the blood all over his body was not his own, but of the tormented Three Pearl Cave Heavenly Warrior.

Like Zi Wuxiao, after killing several magical martial artists in Sanzhu Dongtian, Mu Qingyun also felt a hearty feeling, and he had reported part of the blood feud between his wife and children.

"Lord Xia."

Looking at Xia Tuo, Mu Qingyun said aloud.

"Congratulations to Clan Master Mu, for getting rid of the devil's claws of the Holy Cave of Heaven."

"A good method for the Xia clan."

Mu Qingyun glanced at the surrounding Yin Soldiers, as well as the Young Master Da Qi in front, and said lightly.

In this regard, Xia Tuo was not stupid enough to pierce him, so he waved his hand indifferently and said: "Everyone is the people of the wasteland, and they should watch each other. How can we let the outside world bully."