The Strongest Tribe

what!

The long-bearded old man and the strong man suddenly felt that they had heard wrong.

silence!

The mountain wind howled, and there was no other sound at this moment.

Finally, the long-bearded old man came to his senses and threw himself in front of Xia Tuo. If he really had a hand, he would definitely strangle Xia Tuo to death.

He squinted and shouted: Didn't you say it was a big tribe?

Spreading his hands, Xia Tuo looked helpless, he was right.

The Xia tribe has not entered yet,

There are not even warriors who break the mountain, so in the eyes of him and his tribe, the lower tribes are the big tribes.

Is there something wrong?

crazy!

At this moment, Qian Shanjue felt that he was really going crazy.

six hundred years.

A full six hundred years.

It has been six hundred years since the Daqian Tribe was wiped out by the demon, yet there is not a powerful tribe born in the Eternal Mountains to replace the Daqian Tribe!

What else can I use to resist the big demon.

Could it be naive to destroy my lineage of the ancient human race?

The murmured voice of the strong man was low and hoarse. Even though there was persistence and unyielding in his eyes, he had to be defeated by reality.

Xia Tuo, who was leaning on the pile of rocks, suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and felt a chill piercing his bones.

Let's go.

Qian Shanjue, with a fluttering beard, waved his hand, his voice was low as if he had exhausted all his energy.

I'm really leaving.

Xia Tuo got up and took two steps. Looking back, he saw that the two phantoms were still floating in the air, with a dull expression, as if he had fallen into silence.

There is nothing greater than death, losing all hope, and no longer having illusions.

After walking two steps, Xia Tuo stopped, scratching his heart like a cat, thinking of the human race whose heart had been ripped out in Yujue's illusion, and the scene of the Daqian tribe at this moment.

I became more and more curious about the 'demon'.

That...um...uh.

He stopped, found a stone and sat down, looked at the two phantoms in front of him, and said, Seniors, can you tell this junior what a demon is?

Qian Shanjue stroked his beard, floated in the void, looked at Xia Tuo, and shook his head again.

Knowing that it will only increase your troubles, wouldn't it be good to live well for a few days?

cough.

What the old man originally thought was going to say, but it turned out to be such a sentence, which made Xia Tuo almost spray him in the face.

Isn't a monster just a monster, as if no one knows.

You know demons?

With a flash in front of his eyes, Qian Shanlie nodded and said to himself: Yes, the Demon Killing Order is in your hands, you should know the horror of demons.

wrong.

At this time, the old man Qian Shanjue shook his head. If the young man in front of him knew that Yu Jue was the order to kill demons, he would not behave like this just now.

He hurriedly said, Where did you get this piece of jade?

I picked it up.

Hearing this, the corners of Qian Shanlie and Qian Shanjue's mouths twitched.

Play that with the two of us.

They suspected that Xia Tuo was teasing them, but there was no evidence.

The human race's demon killing order can only be made by the most powerful human warriors after killing the big monster, using the blood of the monster as a guide and the bones of the monster as a material.

This is a symbol of protecting the inheritance and reproduction of the barbaric human race.

The demon, who drinks blood like a feather, charms people's hearts, has a cool nature, and is cruel and tyrannical.

Everything in the world can be a demon, the spirits of vegetation, the psychic beasts, and the psychic insects and ants can all be demons.

Our department was destroyed by the big monster.

...

Didn't you just say that this is a wilderness demon realm, and there is no escape. Could it be that we live together with the demon clan?

Qian Shanjue shook his head, floated in front of Xia Tuo, and sat down like a body of flesh and blood.

Yes or no, a long time ago, the vast wild land we lived in was called the frontier wilderness, and it is impossible to explore how it was passed down.

Monster is just a general name, and has no relationship with the clan. Many big monsters live alone, come and go without a trace, and feed on human tribes at will. My thousands of tribes have tens of thousands of people, and they died overnight at the hands of demons.

What kind of monster is this?

Xia Tuo's eyes flickered with astonishment, he was just like the monster in Journey to the West, cannibalism is very powerful.

have no idea.

Qian Shanjue glanced at Qian Shanlie, and a strong resentment erupted from each of the two of them. Daqianbu was killed by the big monster, but they didn't see what the big monster looked like at all.

The demon is invisible, coming and going without a trace, if not for the help of the tribal totem, the remnant souls of the two of them would not be able to stay.

The reason why Qingmang Mountain is like this is because Daqian wizard opened a witch formation with the Daqian totem as the eye of the formation, and the big demon turned into a black cloud and disappeared in the depths of the mountain forest to hide.

Daqian sorcerer died from exhaustion, the two of them had resentment in their hearts, and a trace of soul was immortal, relying on the surviving sorcerer's formation to linger until now.

Is that demon gone?

Xia Tuo looked nervously at the two phantoms in front of him. This is the most important thing. The middle-level tribes were wiped out overnight. His Xia tribe might not be enough for the big monsters to breathe.

No.

Qian Shanjue shook his head.

I can feel it licking its wounds in the depths of the mountain range. How could it get out of my body when it overwhelmed me all those years ago?

In the light and shadow, Qian Shanlie's robe was hunting, his whole body seemed to be burning with blue flames, and the sound was like a muffled thunder.

At the price of my clan's blood, I gave that damned monster a blow.

My dear.

Lowering his head slightly, Xia Tuo felt his little heart thumping, and the big monster didn't leave.

No, the tribe will be relocated when we go back, and the land and food will be lost.

Walk.

The farther you go, the better.

Where can the big monster in the border desolation go?

Seeing Xia Tuo's constantly changing expression, Qian Shanjue sneered.

Don't lie to me, I'm the patriarch.

Xia Tuo raised his head and said, he felt so irritable, what was he talking about, honestly, he was able to cultivate land in the tribe, why did he come to find the ruins of the Daqian tribe.

There is no totem force measuring column.

There is no chant without witchcraft.

Those who are content are always happy, right?

I have to make one, folds.

Just as Qian Shanlie and Qian Shanjue shook their heads, they suddenly heard Xia Tuo's voice again.

Since the big monster is so terrifying, why don't you give the remaining pots, pots, witchcraft weapons, etc. of the Daqian tribe to the younger generation, maybe in the future when the Xia tribe develops, we can kill that one Where's the bullshit monster?

With you and your tribe?

Qian Shanlie looked suspicious.

Qian Shanjue directly pulled his beard.

Do you think the big demon is made of clay?

Now the area of ​​the Eternal Mountains is clinking, and the things of the Daqian tribe are rotting in the mountains. There will be no chance to deal with the big monster in the future.

Xia Tuo used what he thought was the best expression, and continued sincerely: Could it be that the two seniors don't want to avenge their clansmen anymore, and have passed the inheritance to the younger generation, so there is still a chance for revenge.

Seeing that the two figures were unmoved by his words, Xia Tuo changed his tone and said: There are countless small tribes deep in the mountains, all of them are of the same blood, and they are all descendants of the tribes ruled by the Daqian tribe what.

By the way, if you don't believe me, why should you believe in the Demon Killing Order? He followed me, and he couldn't even be chased away.

Glancing at Xia Tuo who was waving Yu Jue in annoyance, Qian Shanjue said, Yao Zhu Ling has to have long legs if he wants to walk.

The witch hall is at the back, and inside it is the witchcraft passed down by the wizards of the Daqian tribe through the ages.

At this time, Qian Shanlie, who had been silent all this time, said that he was the patriarch of the Daqian Tribe, and the blood of the tribe died at his hands. Perhaps it was not a crime of war, but how could there be no hatred.

Big monsters run rampant in the mountains and fields, eating human tribes at will. It is not easy for the human race to inherit, but the vast and barren land has become the food ground of big monsters. This is the tragedy of the human race.

Thank you, senior.

Immediately, Xia Tuo bowed quickly.

Witchcraft.

This is a witchcraft inherited from a middle-level tribe that can be practiced by wizards.

Sorcerers, sorcerers, and now tribal witches are nothing but the realm of sorcerers.

Take whatever else is available.

Waving his hand, Qian Shanlie's phantom trembled and drifted towards the dilapidated totem hall.

If it is possible to save more blood descendants of our compatriots, it will be difficult for the human race in the wilderness.

Qian Shanjue also shook his head accordingly. Although their souls are immortal, it is impossible for them to leave the tribal garrison and return, and they can only wander around the totem hall.

Sometimes it's even more uncomfortable to live in such a state of immortality. Looking at the dilapidated tribe every day, the bones lying here and there are all members of my own tribe. This feeling tears the soul.

With only a few words, Qian Shanjue also floated back to the Totem Palace. After waiting for six hundred years, it was such a result. It was inevitable to be extremely disappointed.

Xia Tuo bowed again towards the Totem Hall, and he turned and walked outside the Qianshan Tribe. He didn't go to the witch temple to get the witchcraft first, but went outside the tribe to wake up the tribe.

Contain all the visible bones.

Taking the deer into the Daqian Tribe again, all the clansmen stared wide-eyed at the moment, looking at the bones of the tribe, a little creepy.

Fortunately, with Xia Tuo here, after a period of adaptation, they reacted one by one.

After giving instructions to the clansmen, Xia Tuo came outside the Totem Hall, cupped his fists and saluted.

The two seniors, there is no reward for the Daqian inheritance for the time being. Xia Tuo, the head of the Xia tribe, led the tribe to bury the remains of the Daqian ancestors.

He glanced at the totem hall, and found that the totem hall was toppled with a blue light, and figures whirled.

I'm safe in the ground!

...

I'm safe in the ground~

After a long time, a sigh came from the depths of the Totem Hall, bitter and unspeakable.

Daqian Tribe is a medium-sized tribe. Before it was destroyed, there were more than 20,000 tribesmen and more than 20 warriors who opened the mountain, overwhelming the entire Eternal Mountain Range.

One must know that one totem warrior in the mountain-opening realm is enough to support an inferior tribe, and what is the concept of more than twenty mountain-opening warriors.

There are also Tianmai Realm fighters who are more powerful than the Mountain Opening Realm fighters, and wizards who are comparable to the Tianmai Realm.

The complete destruction of such a tribe made Xia Tuo deeply moved.

With so many bones, it's really not easy to restrain them.

He buried the bones of all the members of the Daqian Tribe outside the Totem Hall, and he dug up mountains to fetch stones and erected a huge monument ten feet high.

In fact, there is no reason to do all this, but Xia Tuo felt that more than 200,000 people of the ethnic group had suffered such a disaster, and deserved sympathy, so he left some thoughts on the monument.

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