Chapter 473: The Giant of Longbo, the Battle of Luck

The ground in the Golden Hall is overflowing with golden air, the air is like fine wine, there is a phantom of a golden dragon piercing through the clouds and fog, and there are faint sounds of dragon chant.

While the man in the golden armor at the top was breathing, the air flow rushed away the golden air, revealing a piece of pale gold dragon scales inlaid on the gold bricks of the hall, only one piece was the size of a millstone, forming a complete golden Taoist talisman, overflowing from the peak to the sun. Out, the flame dragon shadow evolved.

"Now it is the third great era. When our ancestors left the barren land, we followed the trend. Now we want to regain control of the luck of the mountains and rivers, which is also in accordance with the time.

Over the past three generations, how many living beings have fought for the heaven and the earth, trying to seize the supreme destiny, but in the end they all came to naught. We, the Longbo Clan, don't want such distant things, but only want to be able to pass them on and not be annihilated in the era. "

The words of the Jinjia people stagnated the atmosphere in the hall. The Longbo tribe is very powerful and has high bloodlines, but there are very few real pure-blooded people, less than twenty people in total, but once the Longbo tribe reaches adulthood, they will surely enter supernatural powers. It is also much easier to become a pioneer than other ethnic groups.

In the Dragon Han Era, when the Longbo clan was at its peak, there was once a king named Jiuhou who ruled the world. At that time, there were only more than a hundred members of the Longbo clan. Now we can only remember the past glory in the clan records.

"High Priest, in order to break the shackles on our people, we have no choice."

Hearing this, the high priest in the golden witch robe had golden pupils in deep thought.

The situation of the Longbo clan is getting worse and worse, and it is becoming more and more difficult for the members of the clan to cultivate and break through the realm. Now the strength of the clan has fallen to the lowest level in three generations, and the strongest ancestor in the clan is only in the realm of opening up land.

In order to revive the group, they need to break the situation.

In the main hall, besides the golden armored man and the high priest, there was also a warrior wearing a golden robe, who had been silent for a while and closed his eyes to rest his mind. At this moment, his eyes opened and closed like two huge golden moors.

"We are not the only ones staring at the recovery of luck in the frontier wasteland. The nine regions of the wilderness are the sacred land, the center of the heaven and the earth, surrounded by golden crows, the laurel moon across the sky, surrounded by so many stars, and how many holy places are the support of the cave. Although the time when the holy land left the barren land varies, there is no doubt that the barren land is the root of everything."

The golden-robed warrior's words were indifferent, his eyes were very cold, the borderlands had been silent to the lowest point in ten thousand years, and it had already attracted all powers to move around. The seemingly peaceful borderlands were already undercurrents.

"I'm afraid that some people in other regions have already cast their eyes on this place. I heard that a mocking monument appeared in the northwestern region of the frontier decades ago. I didn't expect that Tianlong Holy Land would also come to make a fuss."

"The Monument of Laughing Wind took away more than a dozen supernatural power masters and monster clan supernatural powers in the northwest of the wilderness,

It is of great benefit to us to weaken the power of the tribe of the human race, so why not do it. "

Then, the high priest murmured: "Besides, this is a frontier, what kind of moth does Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land want to do, it doesn't just have to face our Longbo Sacred Land.

In order to wait for this opportunity to come, all the caves and holy lands in Bianhuang sealed their respective small worlds, one by one the old guys sealed themselves in the blood crystal coffin, now someone wants to jump out to pick the fruit, how can it be so easy. "

Hearing this, the golden-armored warrior sitting at the top showed a little coldness, and said: "Since I dared to do that ten thousand years ago, I didn't expect to be able to hide it, and I wasn't afraid of someone coming to snatch it. Now that the time comes, let's see who it is!" I can have the last laugh."

Immediately afterwards, the Golden Armored Warrior changed his voice, looked at the High Priest, and asked in a deep voice, "High Priest, do you have any clues?"

"Yes, there is a tribe of human tribes in the northwest, called Zidian, and it is led by a person who is at the peak of the first level of supernatural powers. This tribe has a good background and can be supported to become a puppet. Li can replace peach stiffness."

"Then let's do it as soon as possible, someone has already taken a step ahead of us, and the people from Three Pearl Cave Heaven have already done it."

After the Golden Armored Warrior finished his orders, the two figures in front of him had turned into flowing light and disappeared into the hall, his eyes pondered.

"Luck..."

For a moment, he seemed to think of something, his eyes were inexplicable, and his luck was illusory, but everything came into being, not only the Longbo clan, but also other cave holy places.

The Wang Ting, who claims to suppress the mountains and rivers, has never really controlled luck alone.

I don't know if the order of heaven and earth has changed. Martial arts practice seems to have become much more difficult, unlike the Yankang and Longhan eras recorded in the clan, it seems that there are too many constraints.

...

The Eternal Mountains, the land of the Great Xia Clan, and the Tianlu Mountain Cave Heaven.

In the cave, surrounded by purple air, a barrier of family luck manifested, and three figures in the barrier were watching the three divine lights overflowing.

In a stream of golden light, there are giants stepping into the sky, chasing the stars and the moon.

In a ray of blue light, there is an indescribably stalwart tree. The strange thing is that the leaves on the tree are blue beads.

In a ray of black light, the black water is vast, and there are shadows floating in the black water, which cannot be seen clearly.

Puff puff!

Not long after, the three divine lights were annihilated and returned to nothingness.

"Uncle, these are the three kinds of qi I captured in the wilderness."

Qiaoer stood obediently not far away, and said to Xia Tuo that she was not at all the same as her previous image in the Luolong Mountains.

"The golden luck comes from the big man in the Luolong Mountains, the blue luck comes from the Jumubo tribe, and the black luck comes from the Heilongbo tribe."

The reason why Qiao'er's aura changed drastically was that she had just entered the realm of Wu Zong.

Wu Zong needs to gather soul life, that is, the only soul suppressing, but Wu Zong's real soul needs to be transformed, and this process of transformation will cause some changes in temperament.

Hearing this, Xia Tuo frowned, and Qiaoer told him that these glowing rays of light were luck, but they were different from the original purple energy of the human race.

Undoubtedly, these are somewhat beyond his imagination.

Although he knew little about purple qi, he also knew the purity of the purple qi of the human race. As the largest uncle tribe in the northwest frontier, the Jumubo tribe had a kind of bluish luck, which was obviously a problem.

"The two supernatural powers killed by Yunlan Mountain came from the Holy Land of Long Bo, but it seems that they should be clansmen with impure blood. Concerned about the life and death of Yunlan Mountain."

At this time, Fat Brother continued: "It seems that the frontier barren is about to change."

Nodding slightly, Xia Tuo looked at Qiao'er, and asked softly, "Qiao'er, can you feel the effect of these extraordinary luck?"

"Qi luck is invisible, and it ebbs and flows. Taking Jumu Bobu as an example, the purple qi of the human race is still flourishing now. Once the purple qi is assimilated by the green qi, it will slowly ebb and flow. At that time, the green qi may completely overwhelm the purple qi." Swallow it all up."

"graft?"

Hearing this, Xia Tuo was taken aback.

"Fatty, I remember you said that Dongtian Holy Land is very powerful, why don't they do it themselves?"

Looking at Xia Tuo, Fat Brother shook his head and said, "I don't know about that either."

"There is only one possibility. They can't do it themselves, so they have to choose puppets."

After finishing speaking, Xia Tuo shook his head, but unfortunately they knew very little about the situation right now, and could only see a little bit of things. Originally, he thought that if Daxia wanted to develop, he had to fight for his luck and get along with other uncles in the Northwest. , but that doesn't appear to be the case now.

It is no longer the Bobu in the northwest that is competing with him, but the holy land hidden behind, and it is far more than just the holy land of Longbo.

It seems that the real game is always the master behind it.

Suddenly, Xia Tuo let out a long breath, and pondered: "It's true that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. We have to make preparations in advance. Whether it affects us or not, we must deal with it in advance. Don't go out to the tribe first. I need to go to Tianhou Mountain."

"it is good."

...

Xia Tuo was very depressed. He was a little caught off guard by the news Qiaoer brought back. He finally wanted to settle down, but he didn't expect a large number of players to break the rules and enter the arena.

With a stomach full of doubts, he didn't delay heading towards Tianhou Mountain. This time, he didn't have the leisure and elegance of last time, but ran all the way towards Tianhou Mountain.

...

Tianhou Mountain.

I haven't seen him for many years. When he saw the old Shenhou again, Xia Tuo found that the old Shenhou's breath was sluggish. He was no longer that energetic old man, and there were a few more wrinkles on his face.

"Why don't you stay in the tribe, what happened?"

The old Shenhou looked Xia Tuo up and down, and took a few breaths before retracting his gaze.

"Everything in the tribe is fine. I don't want to miss you getting old, so I came to see you."

After hearing Xia Tuo's words, the old god Hou laughed dryly, and hummed: "If you have any questions, just ask."

"Well, is our northwest land stable recently?"

After thinking about it, Xia Tuo didn't know what to say, so he came up with this sentence.

"You want to ask what's going on in the northwest, right? As for beating around the bush."

The old Shenhou sat on the futon, his eyes lost energy, like an old man in a tribe, with a trace of cloudiness in his eyes.

"Tianhou Mountain is no longer able to control the northwest, the entire frontier has become desolate and chaotic, and the demon is infested..."

Speaking of this, the old Shenhou didn't continue talking, and there was a touch of desolation in his eyes, but he restrained himself in an instant.

"Originally, Tianhou Mountain had no real right to rule over the Zhubo tribes in the northwest land. It would be a good thing if the evil plague is really eradicated."

From the old Shenhou's words, Xia Tuo once again heard a feeling of twilight, as if there was unwillingness, memories, and a sense of despondency.

"Senior, northwest..."

The old Shenhou waved his hand and said with emotion: "The Northwest has never been the Northwest of the ordinary human race. It is in vain for me to practice for thousands of years, and I have only realized this truth until now. It's a pity, it's sad~~~"

For ordinary warriors, the level of life evolution is not high, and the feeling for the environment is not deep, but the more advanced the martial art is, the more profound the understanding of the environment, especially the invisible vein between heaven and earth.

As the God of Earth Pioneer, although it is only the first step, it is still possible to grasp the context of heaven and earth. He clearly felt that there are several strange auras in the sky in the frontier and northwestern regions.

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