Bright Era

"Bloodline?" Lin Qi thought of the weird and harsh clan rules of the Twelve Ancient Clan-the descendants of the family can only be combined with women of Eastern blood.

"Yes, blood!" The sweet-scented osmanthus tree's voice was serious: "Only pure and uncontaminated blood can pass our verification. When you first met me, although your password passed mine Verify, but if your blood is contaminated, then you will be killed by me!"

Lin Qi opened his mouth, then exhaled heavily.

"In fact, we all feel very surprised!" The osmanthus tree sighed faintly: "Maybe the dead brain of the tiger tribe is more suitable for this kind of harsh inheritance! That one is very complicated and the password is used in common with the current circulation. The ancient Eastern languages ​​with very different languages, the Tiger Clan was able to keep it in one syllable until now. The Tiger Clan is really amazing!"

Speechless Lin Qi looked up at the sky, and then shook his head dumbfounded.

"It seems that the Shahu clan also has a similar family prayer passed down, but..." Lin Qi licked his lips and exhaled heavily. Of the twelve ancient tribes, only the family prayers of the Tiger tribe have been passed down according to their original appearance, while the other ancient families, their family prayers, have long been lost in that corner.

"By the way, a good news!" The sweet-scented osmanthus tree pulled his tiny rhizome out of Lin Qi's body: "Because of the help of this four-star warrior's vitality, after Lin Qi's first transformation , His pure physical strength is already the strength of a three-star royal guard."

"And the control of energy and the cultivation of your own'source force' require your hard work!" The sweet-scented osmanthus tree patted Lin Qi's head with a rhizome: "Go hard, Lin Qi, I really don't want to say this. But I must tell you-the future of the entire human race is on you!"

Lin Qi sighed heavily again. Over the years, the sighs he sighed today are much more than the sum of his sighs over the past two decades. Shaking his head, Lin Qi, who was in a heavy heart, looked at Lin Puxi and Miao Xiangtian who were lying aside, with a strange smile on his face.

"Before I don't have enough strength, you don't need to remind me of these things!" Lin Qi waved his hand, as if he wanted to forget everything he had just heard: "Now, I just want to change the tiger clan. Be more pure and cleaner. I don't want these flies to disturb the peace of the tiger clan! No matter how strong my personal strength is, I feel that I need the help of the tiger clan."

"Of course!" The sweet-scented osmanthus tree smiled happily: "In terms of the population base and average strength of the Tiger tribe, among the elders of the Tiger tribe, there must be a child-level existence. If you are lucky, they may even have it. Low-ranking imperial priest? That is now the so-called lower god!"

"Therefore, the tiger clan must never give up. This will be one of your greatest assistance! After all, our current strength has not fully recovered, and we cannot help you too much. Even if we all recover, we cannot It’s the opponents of those gods!” The sweet-scented osmanthus tree’s voice was very painful: “You must know that we had such a strong power at the beginning, but we still failed. So now, we need to be more cautious and more careful, and we need a stronger foundation. ."

This was the fiftieth morning after Lin Qi secretly brought Lin Puxi, Miao Xiangtian and others into the Yiren Exquisite.

In the Sky Castle, the night soldiers had just changed their defenses, and suddenly a sharp horn sounded, and the dull flapping of wings sounded under the Wingman Territory. Lin Qi's howling sounded like a ghost howl: "Help, Lord Cheng Shou and Lord Mi were seriously injured by the Wing Man, help!"

A small magic frisbee shot out from below the Wingman Abyss. Lin Qi controlled the magic frisbee, and the nine tiger guards, who were unconscious, were flying to the sky castle with difficulty. Behind Lin Qi, more than a hundred mana frisbees continuously sprayed large swaths of sword aura and fire, and more than a thousand men in strong black suits were playing happily with large groups of wingmen who were chasing them.

The magic frisbee was slashed by the white lightsaber continuously, and the men with strong costumes on the magic frisbee fell silently into the abyss, and then their bodies suddenly swelled and exploded like those wingmen who had been hit hard.

These men in black clothes were just the dead men who destroyed the palace under Miao Xiangtian. Under the leadership of Lin Puxi and Miao Xiangtian, these dead men sneaked into the Heavenly Mountain, but they stayed inside without finding Linpuxi and Miao Xiangtian.

As a result, today Lin Qi brought Lin Puxi and Miao Xiangtian out of the gate of heaven, and these dead men immediately appeared.

Without saying anything, Lin Puxi and Miao Xiangtian, who had been brainwashed by Longya, led the dead men behind to break up, and they were panicked and fled upward with the nine tiger guards covered in blood.

The magic frisbee where Lin Puxi and Miao Xiangtian were was spraying black smoke continuously, and their flying speed became slower and slower. The dead soldiers under Miao Xiangtian surrounded them, protecting them from retreating to the sky castle, bravely resisting the impact of the wing people.

There was a rush of drums in the sky castle, and a bald man stood at the head of the city, looking down in amazement.

"Lin Qi? Why did you go down there? Where have you all been for so many days?" The bald man roared angrily: "What the **** is going on? What are you doing?"

Lin Qi raised his head feebly, and cried bitterly to the bald man on the top of the city: "I was ordered by the city guard to accompany him to go deep into the Wingren Territory to investigate the origins of the Wingman. I didn’t know that we just entered, we were caught Surrounded by countless wingers, we fought for dozens of days below, and finally escaped! If it weren't for these...the help of these enthusiastic people, we wouldn't be able to escape!"

The face of the Tiger tribe on the head of the city became extremely secretive, enthusiastic? In Yiren Juyu, strange enthusiasts appeared? Are you kidding me?

Take a look at those smart guys in black outfits. Their clothes are made of black leather with fine scales. No trace of skin is exposed. Even their eye sockets are covered by black crystals. With such costumes, such dresses, and so brave and fearless, many people end up head-to-head with those winged people!

"A dead man of the Myra Sect!" The bald man standing on the head of the city roared: "A dead man of the Myra! Why is there a dead member of the Myra in the Wing Ren Jueyu? Come! , Investigate every fortress in the city!"

With a ‘hum’, a horse-cutting scimitar whizzed from behind the bald man, and slashed at the bald man’s neck.

A tiger tribe member standing next to the bald man kicked his waist and kicked the bald man out. The horse-cutting scimitar of the sneak attack hit the tiger tribe's thigh heavily, and a large piece of flesh was sprayed out with blood as the blade turned.

A middle-aged man with long hair, wearing a cyan gown and a green bamboo embroidered with silver silk thread on the sleeves of his robe, looked particularly chic and handsome, shouted: "Turn on all the magic circles, attack the wingman with all your strength, and cover Puxi City. Guard into the city! Who dares to carry the order, cut it!"

The kicked tiger clan man turned his head angrily to look at the middle-aged man in the attack. He sternly shouted: "Lin Pu Yoo, you bastard! Do you know what you are doing? Those people are dead members of the Mirra Sect !"

Lin Pu Yoo waved a long knife expressionlessly and slashed at the bald man: "Nonsense, those are the followers of Puxi Chengshou. They are necromantic swordsmen from the Undead Continent, and what kind of dead men of the Mirra Sect? I haven't seen it before, I don't know!"

With a loud bang, the bald man swung a big axe, and the long knife in Lin Puyou's hand was shaken by the axe and flew out. The bald man grabbed Lin Pu Yoo by the neck and threw him to the ground heavily, and then put one knee on his stomach.

The bald man roared: "Lao Tzu is the commander-in-chief of the Wingman Territory. The Tigers listened to orders, closed the city, and strictly checked every castle! The dead men of the Milo Sect outside the city dared to take a step closer and kill without mercy! Those who dare to civil strife, kill!"

With a bang, Lin Qi already controlled the magic Frisbee and plunged into the city. Lin Qi roared: "Those enthusiastic people are dead men of the Mila Sect? Why do they call Puxi Chengshou as the protector of the gods? What is this? What is the protector of the gods of Milo? Why do they call Master Mi as the goddess empress?"

With a ‘boom’, those who heard Lin Qi’s words were all confused.

The clansmen of the tiger clan with the big bald heads rioted, and the clansmen of the real power clans who wore long robes and were born handsomely and handsomely drew out their weapons and roared towards Lin Qi. .

Lin Qi sullenly, drew out Tu Jun's axe, and hacked it out with a heavy axe.

There was a tiger roar, and a tiger-shaped vigor blasted from the Tu Jun’s axe, and the red scorching frenzy roared up, turning into a huge sea of ​​flames and enveloping the group of real power clansmen who had rushed over. A billowing tiger-shaped air wave rushed hundreds of meters away, and hundreds of real-power clansmen were smashed to pieces by an axe.

Lin Qi had an extra cold-shining token in his hand, and he sternly shouted: "Here is the order to kill the tiger. The disciple of the tiger clan blood line listens to the order and seals the city! Anyone who dares to act rashly will kill it!"

Lin Puxi and Miao Xiangtian had already rushed out of the city with a large group of dead soldiers, but under Lin Qi's order, the defensive barriers of the Sky Castle had been opened, and the thick barriers blocked them all. Lin Puxi's eyes widened and howling hoarsely: "Lin Qi, how dare you do this?"

Before the words were over, a mysterious figure flashed by, and a 12-winged archangel appeared expressionless behind Lin Puxi.

The long lightsaber penetrated Lin Puxi's heart, and then with a wave of the long sword, Miao Xiangtian's beautiful head was chopped off with a sword.

The archangel glanced indifferently at the many tiger tribesmen in the castle, and then flew away silently into the abyss.

Nearly a thousand dead men shouted desperately at the same time, they rushed out one after another, exploded themselves, and died together with the large group of winged men. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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