The Strongest Tribe

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In the food gate dug by the giant tree, Xia Tuo and the others stared with wide eyes. After a long time, Xia Tuo came back to his senses and shook his head slightly.

He still knows his own weight. Every cave holy land has been passed down for an unknown number of years, and it is not frightening. Being able to experience the ups and downs of the great era without falling is definitely not a simple existence.

If you were scared, you should be afraid of the mountains and seas and Dongtian behind Daxia, not him. In the eyes of Dongtian Holy Land, Daxia and even him are just puppets pushed out by Dongtian Holy Land, and they have nothing to do with Jumu and Zidian different.

If this is the case, it also shows that the fake cave heaven and holy land he created has worked.

Several people ate and drank in the food hall, a few cups of ancient springs, and a meal of medicinal food, leaving hundreds of low-grade spirit crystals behind, which has to be said to be quite expensive.

Then, a few people randomly found a few adjacent wooden houses in the ancient city to temporarily live in, and began to wander around in the ancient city of Qingteng for the next few days, observing this ancient wooden boundary that was somewhat closed to the outside world.

After a few days, Xia Tuo discovered that the center of Qingteng Ancient City was filled with a thin green mist, covering a hundred miles from the center of the ancient city. The green mist was the place where the Spirit Race lived, and warriors outside could not enter at all. Anyone who enters the blue mist will be thrown out.

Of course, the spirit race is not always good-tempered. For those who want to spy on their clan land many times, they will bury them under the tree as fertilizer. As for whether anyone is looking for death, the ancient trees around the blue mist are thicker than those outside. After a circle, it can be seen that many people are looking for death because of curiosity.

Ten days later, the Spirit Festival began. Thousands of people appeared on the shore of the lake, and a platform completely woven of ivy was raised above the water.

Four girls from the Spirit Race were wearing green clothes, with wooden headdresses hanging on their heads, and tree patterns were embroidered on the green clothes, guarding a girl in colorful clothes in the center.

The girl in colorful clothes is the holy spirit girl in everyone's mouth, and it is rumored that she has the method of rejuvenation.

The wooden boats on the lake were next to each other, and the boats were full of figures, looking at the Holy Spirit girl on the stage one by one. Among the crowd, Xia Tuo stood with his hands behind his back, not conspicuous. Know where you are.

I saw the spirit girl pouring the lotus seeds in the rattan baskets into the water. The living girl tapped her hand lightly, and an inexplicable fluctuation was generated. The lotus seeds that fell into the water shone brightly, and a sprout grew , and then grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into vines.

It is indeed not lotus leaves, but vines. The winding vines are intertwined, like green snakes, they drilled out of the water, swam on the water surface like water snakes, swam towards the lake in all directions, and rushed into the surrounding lake shores. In the soil, it takes root in the soil and gradually changes from blue to brown.

Ordinary warriors were surprised by the vision, but what Xia Tuo saw was a different scene. The lotus seeds produced by the lotus flower actually grew vines. Is this the plum under the melon field, or Li Daitao stiff.

It is obviously a creature between different species, and the means of changing species is not an exaggeration to call it a creation.

But this kind of strange scene has turned decay into magic in the hands of a warrior in the Divine Hidden Realm. It seems that the Spirit Race still has something, and knows some powerful secret arts.

The Spirit Festival is a day for offering sacrifices to spirit vines, and the entire ancient city of Ivy is very lively. The big lake they passed by before has become a place where everyone gathers, and warriors are constantly throwing various spirit objects into the lake.

Xia Tuo also pretended to throw a few spirit crystals into the water, mixed with the crowd and walked ashore, and found Fat Brother near the place where the spirit clan lived.

The blue mist here is very strange, as if it can distinguish the blood veins. People who are not from the Spirit Race will feel the blood vessels stretch and blood rush when they enter it.

Hearing this, Xia Tuo looked at Fat Brother, this fat man really dared to break through.

I also found that there are restrictions in the ancient city, and warriors who exceed the level of supernatural powers will probably be suppressed, or they will not be able to enter here.

you sure?

Hearing this, Xia Tuo asked aloud.

Fatty, when did I ever tell a lie?

Xia Tuo followed Fat Brother's words and thought about it in depth. If the land creation realm is really restricted in the ancient city of Qingteng, it will further confirm why Jumu Bobu wants to form an alliance here.

Safety, everyone is very concerned about each other, everyone is at ease here.

I can't figure out the cave behind Daxia, so I can only act cautiously.

Obviously, it was a waste of effort to come to Ivy Ancient City nearly a year in advance this time. Fortunately, for the warriors of the supernatural powers, it was just a retreat for a short period of time.

Next, Xia Tuo nestled in the tree house and continued to comprehend Taoism. The ancient city of Qingteng was filled with ancient vitality, and there was also a faint ancient barbaric atmosphere, which was much better than his comprehension of Taoism in the barren land outside.

On the contrary, Fat Brother did not practice, and kept wandering in the ancient city of Qingteng. With his thick skin and deliberate cover-up, he quickly integrated into the ancient city.

Time passed quickly, and in an instant it was time for the alliance of various tribes. Outside the wooden house where Xia Tuo was practicing, a warrior of the Spirit Race came.

There is a faint blue light overflowing from the body of the people of the Spirit Race, and they are full of vitality, giving people a very quiet and peaceful feeling. There is a sapphire-like tree bark inlaid between their eyebrows.

Children of the Spirit Race, from birth, regardless of gender, will take a small piece of bark from an ancient tree, and after being sacrificed by the clan's secret method, it will be embedded between the eyebrows. As it grows, the bark will also gain blood. The cultivation of it has become miraculous.

Dare to ask, it's Uncle Daxia, my ancestor asked Uncle Lord to go on a date and make a alliance.

Soon, Xia Tuo came out of the wooden house, very surprised.

My lord, please.

The Spirit Race warrior bowed.

Xia Tuo glanced at the old gourd next to him, nodded slightly, and then motioned to the spirit warriors to lead the way, and walked towards the place filled with green mist.

The mist is heavy, the fog is like a vast sea of ​​smoke, and the feet are covered with vines, the surface is smooth and round, exuding torrential vitality.

My lord, it's just ahead.

After walking a certain distance, the Lord of the Spirit Tribe warrior stepped forward, pointed in front of the blue mist, and then his figure disappeared into the mist.

Xia Tuo looked at the green mist around him, and his mind could only be released for a hundred feet, and what he perceived was a chaotic scene, and he couldn't see the scene clearly.

What role does the Eldar play in the alliance of various tribes?

As for the fact that the Spirit Clan knew their identity, it was no surprise. If an outsider came in from the family land and he didn't even know it, then the tribe should stop playing and wait to be attacked and destroyed.

He walked with strides, every step was tens of feet away, and the mist gradually turned white after a few steps, and there was the whistling sound of the wind in the white mist.

When I came back to my senses, I found myself standing on the top of a mountain surrounded by clouds and mist, surrounded by mist and wind howling, the top of the mountain was gentle under my feet, and there were stone tables separating the surroundings.

At this moment, there are already two figures sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain with a radius of less than ten feet.

At the top, there is an old man in a green robe, with black hair scattered on his shoulders, a youthful face, faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a pair of eyes revealing the vicissitudes of life.

Behind the stone table a little below the old man, a middle-aged warrior in a gray robe sat cross-legged, with a smile on his face.

At this moment, both of them were looking at Xia Tuo.

Xia Tuo's eyes circled around, and saw that there were four empty stone cases left, which were obviously reserved for the four great uncles.

Master Xia, please take a seat.

A hoarse voice sounded, and it was the green-robed man who spoke.

Raising his hands and clasping his fists, he walked leisurely and sat down after arriving at a stone table. On the stone table, white mist curled up from a stone furnace, forming a scene of entwined ivy and ancient trees, exuding a faint fragrance.

The green-robed man should be the ancestor of the spirit clan. Obviously, people from the spirit clan also participated in the alliance. As for where they stand, it is not clear yet.

As for the other middle-aged warriors, they should be from the Yu family.

Xia has something unclear. I don't know if the ancestor of the Ling family can solve the confusion.

Xia Tuo looked at the ancestor of the spirit clan and said softly.

Patriarch Xia, don't worry, our Spirit Clan is not troublesome. This time the Northwest Bobu Alliance, the old man only has a pair of eyes and did not bring a mouth.

The patriarch of the Lingzu groaned softly, and then said: As for why the old man is sitting here, please trouble Uncle Yu to tell me.

As far as Xia Tuo's eyes could see, he fell on the warrior of the Yu clan, who was called Uncle Yu by the ancestors of the Lingzu. There is no doubt that the warrior in front of him was the head of the Yu clan.

The title of Uncle Yu is not the same title as the Uncle Master of the Northwest Uncles, but a real title that has been conferred by the royal court.

Calling Uncle Xia like Xia Tuo is just a title that is honored by the master of the Liebo tribe, whose strength has reached the level of supernatural powers.

Uncle Xia, today's alliance was promoted by my Yu family, and the four tribes that are capable of gathering luck in the northwestern borderlands are the four tribes of Daxia, Zidian, Jumu, and Black Dragon.

For everyone's peace of mind, I finally chose the ancient city of Qingteng as the place for the alliance. Naturally, everyone can trust the reputation of the Spirit Clan.

Ok.

Xia Tuo nodded. Although he nodded, how could he know the reputation of the Spirit Race, but on such an occasion, how could he lose his aura.

It's just surprising that the alliance was promoted by Mrs. Yu, which is intriguing.

Uncle Xia, you don't need to think too much, I, the Yu family, just followed the time and felt that the time had come, so I pushed the boat along the way and launched this alliance, which just happened to get everyone's response.

Now, although Yao Luan has withdrawn from the Northwest, it is still raging in the frontier. If it is possible to form an alliance, reduce casualties, and preserve the vitality of our human race, why not do it.

Patriarch Xia, don't worry, the land of our spiritual clan is safe and sound. Even people from beyond the sky will search outside the ancient city at most, and dare not play wild in our spiritual clan.

At this time, the ancestor of the spirit clan spoke, with an unquestionable disdain in his tone.

My Spirit Clan has nothing else to ask for, I just want to make the frontier land return to stability and not be ravaged by the monster race.

Hearing this, Xia Tuo immediately showed a touch of respect, and clasped his hands towards the patriarch of the spirit clan and Yu Bo. As for the words of the two just now, he listened to half of them and put aside half of them.