The Strongest Tribe

Qinglong water.

The vast expanse of the water and the huge waves surging to the sky, Xia Tuo stepped into the air and plunged into the water, heading in the direction where the old man was. In the silent bottom, a group of large and small tortoise shells lay on the bottom, covered with thick moss.

　　 Xia Tuo looked at these turtle shells, shook his head, suppressed the various thoughts in his heart, and the crisis came. Whether he could take advantage of the power of the **** was related to the survival of the tribe.

　　 "You dare to come!"

　　 "You dare to come!"

　　……

　　 "You dare to come."

　　……

　　 The next moment, an old voice rang from the bottom of the water, followed by the same voices, ups and downs, shaking Xia Tuo's ears.

　　 Hundreds of thousands of old tortoises in Jiujia, each of whom is himself, a turtle and a sentence are like a meeting, croaking.

　　 A hundred-foot-long Jiujiayun looked at Xia Tuo, with a strange light in his eyes.

　　 Xia Tuo didn't talk nonsense, and said, "Let's make a deal."

　　 "With you, make a deal with my ancestors?"

Jiujiayun has a deep disdain. He has been up and down for tens of thousands of years, traversing the wild land, and assisting a generation of Longjun. Even if the turtle is now under the water, he is not a warrior in the gods. He can talk to him. Price.

　　 "Nine generations of Jumang, are you qualified?"

　　 Hearing this, Jiujia fell silent. The reason why he stopped last time was because of the appearance of God Lord Jumang. As an old guy who has lived for a long time, he knows the secrets that many creatures in the wild land don't know.

　　 Innate God Lord!

　　 According to the legend, the innate **** master who should have been sinking into the Longhan era will appear again on the mainland, and there must be something mysterious. Fortunately, I didn't kill the guy in front of me last time, otherwise the Jumang Totem would go crazy, and he would definitely be unlucky. After all, the Xiaojumang is also a Jumang, and the innate personality is there.

　　 Seeing Jiujiayun's silence, Xia Tuo took out the cyan beads gathered with the power of totem, and threw it towards Laoyun, was taken by an invisible force, and suspended in front of Jiujiayun's eyes.

　　 "The power of the innate totem."

　　 A different color flashed in the eyes of the old Jiujia, the small beads were not big, but the power contained in them made him notice the difference.

　　 Sure enough, it once again confirmed that Xia Tuo's words were true, with a totem sentence behind him.

　　 "This bead, in exchange for you to make a shot, my tribe has encountered a supernatural power realm powerhouse."

　　 Too lazy to talk nonsense, Xia Tuo continued.

　　 groaned for a moment, and Jiujia said, opened his mouth and swallowed the cyan bead into his mouth.

　　 At the same time, blue light appeared on the body of a small Jiujia who was no more than five meters in size next to him, and the blue light was intertwined like a big net, and it collided with a faint dragon and a big net.

The dragon roars, the blue light is like electricity, and there is a blue thunder arc exploding between the collisions. Xiaojiu Jiayun's eyes are full of ferociousness, and he is constantly struggling, and his body is constantly violent with black runes. The phantom of Jiayu.

　　 "Broken!"

　　 Click!

　　 In an instant, the blue light shattered, the dragon shadow collapsed, and Xiao Jiujiayun’s light was disillusioned. There was no more fluctuation, as if he were dead.

　　 This scene frightened Xia Tuo and killed a Jiujiaru. This is crazy.

　　 hum!

At the next moment, a black light appeared on the silent little Jiujiayu, and an illusory turtle shadow appeared. At first the phantom was still entangled with Xiaojiujiao, as if it was difficult to separate, and waited until the illusory turtle shadow peeled off. , Quickly condensed into a solid body, wandering with a faint cyan light, isolated from Qi.

　　 "Let's go."

　　 After all, Xia Tuo only felt a surge of surging power coming, engulfing him and the newborn Xiao Jiujiayun and flew out of the water, the sky was surging, and it appeared on the south bank of Qinglong Water in the blink of an eye.

　　 "Old Loach~~~"

　　 In the depths of the water, there were no fewer Jiujiayun, but the aura of Xiaojiujiayun who had been stripped of a figure was completely silent.

　　 For a time, the waters became deeper.

　　……

　　 On the south bank of the green dragon water, Xia Tuo looked at the five-meter-sized Jiujiayun in front of him, his body trembled suddenly, and suddenly felt a big crisis passing by.

　　Is this considered a firefighting with a salary, in order to solve the immediate trouble, I caused a bigger trouble.

　　 Qinglong Shuijun!

　　 An old dragon who had a good reputation in the early Chiming era.

　　……

　　 shook his head and suppressed the ups and downs in his heart. Wherever there is a source, everything is done. If you can't get past the hurdle in front of you, you will be completely dead, and what else to talk about.

　　 "You regret it."

　　 Jiujiayun felt the ups and downs in Xia Tuo's heart, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of meaning.

　　 "You'd better be able to resist the supernatural power realm right now, otherwise, even if you walk out of Qinglong Water and avoid Qinglong Water Lord's insight, it will be a death."

　　 Xia Tuo stepped out and landed directly on the tortoise shell.

"Ok."

　　 This scene caused Jiujiayun's expression to stagnate. Although he looked like when he was young, the soul in his body was an old monster that had been ups and downs for a long time. He had never been a mount before.

　　 "Do you know what happened to the guy who once wanted me to be a mount?"

　　 Feeling Xia Tuo quiet down on his back, Jiujiayun’s eyes splashed fiercely, and then gradually eased down. Looking around, he still needs to use the power of innate totem to cover his aura and avoid Dragon Palace's investigation.

Although 　　 Jumang is in his infancy, his innate position is there, and the body he is escaping from is not strong. As long as he stays stable and does not waver, he is still very sure to escape the investigation of the Dragon Palace.

　　 has been suppressed underwater for more than 30,000 years, and he is not in a hurry to avenge him. As a turtle clan, the greatest advantage is patience.

　　……

　　 Tribe Tianlushan.

Xia Tuo returned and saw that the tribe was safe and sound. He could not help but sighed. Fortunately, he rushed back. In fact, it took him more than half a day to go back and forth to Qinglongshui. It can be said that it was a desperate rush. The old man blew his breath and sent directly to the shore.

　　 Xia Tuo is still confident about whether Jiujiayun can withstand the magical power realm. After all, this old guy has been ups and downs for a long time, and no one knows what means is hidden.

　　 In order to cope with the offensive of Luoshuibo's tribe, the entire Daxia tribe has shrunk its clan strength, and all the tribes outside have returned to the mountain. As for the large and small tribes outside, they have given up.

　　 When these tribes informed Luoshuibo, they were destined to be on the opposite side of the tribe, and these tribes would be better off.

　　 Taking advantage of the fact that Luoshui Bo's power was not there, Xia Tuo entered the spiritual veins under Tianlu Mountain and began to heal his injuries with middle-grade aura. However, Luoshui Bo's appeared in just one day.

　　……

　　 Tuze Wasteland.

　　 The huge dragon attack is in the sky, and the four-headed dragon beast is rolling in the wind and cloud, wrapped in the airflow of thousands of miles.

　　Long Huzhong reproduces the universe and the sky, and the master of Luoshui tribe sits cross-legged.

　　 dressed in a white robe, the chest is engraved with the Luoshui Clan's Qinglin Flood Dragon Totem, scattered white hair hanging on his shoulders, his face is red.

Below him, there are two figures sitting cross-legged, one is the high priest, and the other is the injured grandma Longzhang. Now his injuries have been stopped, and even the shattered divine orifice has been taken. The dragon blood fruit is stable, and it only takes time to regenerate, and there is a chance of recovery.

　　 Based on this alone, one can see how powerful the Luoshui tribe’s background is.

　　In front of the High Priest of Luoshui, there is a nine-faced dragon gilt dragon bone pagoda. The tower is nine-fold high, with dragon tendons as the core and dragon blood as the core, and the jumping flame is a dragon's shadow.

The high priest was thinking of obscure spells, and he kept playing magic tricks in his hands. The flames in the tower jumped more and more rapidly. He took out a keel bottle from his arms. After opening it, there was a piercing roar, and he swam. The soul fell into the flame and was swallowed by the flame dragon shadow.

　　 "Sacrifice!"

After 　　 sacrificed the soul, the witch print on the center of the high priest's eyebrows bloomed with divine light.

　　 hum!

　　In an instant, the dragon lantern that swallowed thousands of souls, obviously containing dragon blood and souls as fuel, gradually began to extinguish, and the beating became more and more rapid, and the flames enveloped the surrounding blood began to glow, like a blood curtain opened.

　　噗!

　　 At this moment, the flame of the dragon lantern disappeared, and the blood curtain died.

　　 "High priest, how about?"

　　 "Is it bad or good?"

　　 The high priest looked up and looked at the extinguished keel tower, with a smudge in his eyes.

　　 "Clan Lord."

　　 For a moment, both of them looked at the Luoshui clan leader.

　　 "There really is a big secret."

　　 Luo Shui Clan master groaned softly, his eyes showed interest, he was another Kuilei tribe, but it was a pity that Luoshui was not Linghe.

The Da Xia Department seriously injured the Long Zhang mother, and wanted to seize the power of the slave hall with the Luoshui Boss. A high-class tribe dared to offend the majesty of Luoshui. If Luoshui did not take action, he would inevitably be ridiculed by the tribes in the northwest region. .

A little-known tribe has suddenly risen, how can there be no secrets in it~www.wuxiaspot.com~Luoshui tribe shot, the heels and feet of Daxiabu were turned out without reservation, and a group of scattered people could not be more than three. The tribe of forty years has developed into such a situation.

　　 If not all the collected news were in front of him, Luo He couldn't believe it, and he even suspected that this so-called Daxia Buddhism must be inherited by the Wangu Bo Bu.

　　 The former Wangu Bobu was in the northwest of Megatron, and its momentum was close to the gods of Tianhou Mountain.

　　 The inheritance of Wangu's uncle, even Luohe couldn't wait to take it lightly.

　　 "Elder Dragon Rod, can Luo Jiaowei come?"

　　 "Five hundred Luojiaowei has arrived outside Wangu Mountain, and the Kaishan and Tianmai in the surrounding tribes have also been conscripted together."

　　 "It was passed that Luo Jiaowei blocked the Eternal Mountain Range, and no one could run out!"

　　 The voice fell, and Luo He's figure had disappeared in Long Hu.

　　 Stepping volley in the sky, the mountains and rivers and the land were straddling in an instant, Luohe's figure appeared outside Tianlu Mountain, looking at the Daxia tribe surrounded by purple pillars.

　　 There was a hint of surprise in his eyes. It is strange that a high-class tribe also gave birth to clan luck. What happened to the Northwest Territories recently? First, there was Kuilei and then Daxia.

　　 Such a tribe with great potential, whether it is due to previous conflicts or neighboring regions, is doomed to not be able to make good friends, so it can only wipe out many troubles.

　　 Today is the right time. Once such a tribe starts, it must be killed with a stick.