The Strongest Tribe

The matter of inquiring about Hunkong's life experience was handed over to Fat Brother, and he was asked to go to Kongsang Mountain in the Great Yin King's Domain to see if he could find out where Hunkong's weakness was.

Since returning from Zhu Rongyu, Xia Tuo stayed in the tribe and did not go out again. Daxia has entered a stable development. Although there are minor problems in the entire territory, it is generally in a state of peace.

At this time, the entire frontier and northwest land was peaceful. After Tianhou Mountain was closed, the chaos imagined by the various ministries did not happen. On the contrary, the northwest seemed to be a peaceful and peaceful scene.

Jumu Bobu.

The green trees are towering like sacred mountains, and their branches are as majestic as mountains, surrounded by rich vitality, which makes people feel that they are in the realm of vitality.

In the deepest part of the huge tree of Aoki Bobu, in one of the spiritual wood caves, there is a blue air current intertwined, which is rendered with a faint purple air.

A wooden tripod stands in the cave sky. The wooden tripod has three legs, more than hundreds of feet high. The three legs are deeply rooted into the ground like tree roots. There is a blue-purple halo of divine light at the mouth of the tripod, surrounded by circles like galaxies. .

In the purple light, the phantom of a sacred tree swayed, and there were round beads hanging on the sacred tree. The image of the sacred tree was faintly visible, but it exuded the breath of ancient vicissitudes, suppressing the spiritual tree that originally belonged to the giant tree Bobu town clan. source of power.

The roots of the Shenmu are like old vines, covered with cracks like dragon scales, and wrinkled, exuding the majesty of vicissitudes and simplicity. With every breath, a large amount of purple energy in the wooden tripod will be inhaled by the Shenmu.

Jumu Bobu's totem is a green wood divine cauldron, which is a strange number between heaven and earth.

As for the family luck of Jumu Bobu, the purple energy essence pillar of the family luck is outside, and it is gathered in the wooden tripod inside. The thousand-foot-high wooden tripod has evolved into the universe and turned into a world of purple energy.

At this moment, above the wooden tripod, there is a tree derived from it, and the roots of the tree go deep into the tripod, using the purple air in the wooden tripod as nourishment.

The sacred tree is rooted in the wooden tripod, breathing in and out the purple gas belonging to the giant tree uncle, exuding ancient majesty like a silent god, oppressing all directions.

Outside the wooden tripod, the purple gas turned into mist, and amidst the tumbling sea of ​​clouds, a figure in a purple robe appeared out of nowhere, looking up at the sky above the wooden tripod.

The purple air flow at the mouth of the tripod evolves into a vortex of the starry sky, and the sacred tree takes root in it. The branches covered with pressure and the hanging beads are like stars in the starry sky.

Mu Qingyun, your tribe has already shared weal and woe with me in Sanzhudongtian. The ruler of the barren land is always the tribe.

We're just borrowing it, and we'll give it back to you eventually.

The voice of the purple-robed figure rang out, but men, women and children could not be heard.

Qingyun understands.

The purple air rolled, and a passageway opened in the green wood cave, and a middle-aged warrior in green armor walked in, first looked at the figure in the purple robe, and then his eyes fell on the wooden tripod.

It's good for you to understand. Clan luck is about everything in the clan domain, every tribe, every warrior, every beast and other resources, and even the understanding, talent, and opportunity of every warrior. What you have to do is Make your tribe stronger, and luck will rise, and when it rises to a certain level, luck will be able to feed back the tribe in turn.

I also hope that your envoy can point out the maze.

Mu Qingyun nodded slightly, showing admiration.

Potential, general trend.

The Jumu Bobu is known as the largest Bobu in the northwest of the frontier. It has a name but no reality. Since it is famous, it must be worthy of the name. The magnificent momentum is like a surging river, and it is indomitable.

The purple-robed warrior glanced at Mu Qingyun, his whole body was shrouded in a faint purple aura, only a pair of eyes were shining.

He has his own way of controlling the Bobu of the human race for the use of the Three Pearl Cave Heaven, and he doesn't just squeeze it blindly, which will only be counterproductive.

Although he looked down on the barbaric human race, he had to admit that he needed these low-blooded people to achieve the Three Grottoes.

The real way is to let Jumu Bobu know that Sanzhu Dongtian can lead Jumu to become truly powerful and become the frontier barren northwest, and even the entire frontier barren clan.

It's not just a name, but a real edict, the real overlord who dares not to obey.

Jumu Bobu is powerful and has become the overlord of the frontier, his luck has risen, and when his luck has risen to the extreme, he will cut off his luck and replace it.

Oppressing with strength from the very beginning is what the gang of barbarians in Longbo Holy Land did.

Qingyun understands.

It's good to understand, but now is not the time, I will let you know when the time comes.

The purple-robed figure turned into a cloud of purple mist and disappeared into the cave.

yes.

Mu Qingyun stared blankly at Mu Ding, speechless for a long time.

...

Zidian Bobu.

An illusory golden divine vine was added to the Zidianbo tribe's land, which merged with the pillar of the clan's purple energy from the height of the sky, as if falling from the nine heavens.

This divine vine, surrounded by golden auspicious energy, is hidden in a large pillar of purple energy, and has continuously evolved into gods such as gods, giant dragons, and divine phoenixes. mountains and rivers.

The bright and sacred aura overflowed, enveloping the purple electricity and silver light falling from the sky, continuously merging and interweaving.

The purple energy of the clan's luck is connected to the veins of the earth and submerged into the depths of the clan's land.

It is necessary to integrate luck before the three caves.

In the deep cave of Zidian Bobu, a golden giant with a height of more than 30 feet sits upright. In front of him is the high priest and elder of Zidian Bobu.

As for the patriarch of the Zidian Bo tribe, after the disappearance of the great elder, he also disappeared.

The rest of the clan had to submit to the hands of the Long Bo clan.

The golden giant's eyes were like a golden sun, scorching the void with scorching heat, looking at the elder of the Zidian clan standing below with contempt, the dark golden pupils were only indifferent.

Over the past few decades, less than half of them have been fused. Do you want me to integrate you all into the divine vine?

Hearing this, the figures in the cave trembled one by one, showing fear.

Go away!

Hearing this voice, everyone in front of the golden giant hurriedly ran out of the cave.

In the Zidianbo tribe's land, there was no noise, and the whole tribe seemed very quiet. In the continuous stone houses, the Zidian tribe sat cross-legged one by one, frowning.

Some little dolls opened their eyes, kept peeking, and couldn't help but want to get up, and then they were firmly held down by the adults next to them, staring at the little dolls with big eyes.

This is what they do every day, that is, to sit in cross-legged meditation and visualize a statue of a golden giant.

...

In the cave in the depths of the clan ground, the golden giant got up from the huge seat and entered the land of clan fortune. A golden divine vine took root in the ground veins and merged with the purple air.

In the deepest part of the golden vine, roots are rooted in the ground veins, and there are shriveled bones strung on the roots. Compared with the huge roots of the vine, these shriveled bones are like black spots.

Relax your mind and submit to my holy land of Longbo. I will make you my servant. Maybe I will give you a drop of blood in the future, shed your lowly blood, and become the descendant of Longbo giant.

The divine vine, a slender root like a short spear, pierced through a youth-like figure. Compared with other figures whose vitality had been sucked out, this youth still had a clear consciousness.

Looking at the giant in front of him, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If you have the guts, you'll kill me.

The golden giant burst into anger, and its huge head approached, looking at the young man.

You really think that I, Long Bo Holy Land, dare not kill you, a low-blooded bug.

Bah~ Try it, if you don't kill me, you will be my grandson.

Zi Wuji showed a hint of sarcasm coldly, facing Longbo Holy Land, he had no power to fight back, but Longbo Holy Land was also a weapon against him.

He is the patriarch of the Zidian Bo tribe, who is in line with the fate of the clan. The Longbo Holy Land wants to use the clan fortune of the Zidian Bo tribe to build a permanent foundation, but is afraid of being backlashed by the fate of the human race.

If some ordinary Zidian people want to kill, they will kill them, even if they kill tens of thousands of people, there is no need to be afraid, but they have great scruples about the clan leader who is in harmony with the clan's destiny.

It's not that you can't kill it, but killing it is easy to suffer backlash. Of course, as the Holy Land of Long Bo, which has inherited two great eras, there is a way to solve this backlash based on the background of the Holy Land.

But it is better not to take this step unless it is absolutely necessary.

It is precisely because of Zi Wuji's lack of cooperation that the integration of the Zidian clan in the Holy Land of Longbo is very difficult. It has been decades, and it has not yet merged more than half, let alone the method of replacing the Tao with Li.

Grandson, come and kill your grandfather.

you wanna die!

hum!

In an instant, the golden divine vine buzzed, and from the thick vine, dozens of fine branches suddenly branched out, turning into golden arrows, piercing into Zi Wuji's body, blood burst out, taking away part of the vitality.

The golden giant was furious, and he was so humiliated by the despicable scum that he didn't look down on. One can imagine how furious he was.

Ha ha……

No matter how sharp the arrow pierced his body, Zi Wuji still laughed out loud.

Grandson, call him Grandpa.

...

roll.

Xia Tuo came out of a stone palace in the land of the Daxia tribe, with copper cauldrons and tripods flying up on his hind feet, and now the guy who dared to give him a temper in Daxia, except for that old bastard, was empty.

The old man was ordered by Tianxi to imprison the witch seal, but his physical body still has quite strong fighting power. For so many days, he didn't give Xia Tuo any good looks.

Walking out of the stone hall, Xia Tuo was not angry at all with a smile on his face, and he would come to visit Hunkong every time after retreating.

The time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was Chiming 43,844 years. It had been three years since he had invited the old man Hunkong to the tribe, and the old man's temper never subsided.

Fat Brother went to Kongsang City and hasn’t returned yet, but I’m relieved after thinking about it, such a long distance, back and forth, plus the need to inquire about news, it will take a lot of time.

In just three years, Great Xia has changed a lot.

The disciples who came out of the Great Xia Academy gradually entered the territory in the past three years, and reached positions in various cities, and became the mainstay of the Daxia grassroots, and various systems were spread in the vast territory of the Great Xia.