Chapter 622 Uncle Qingyang Who Fled the Battle

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Dark clouds overwhelmed the environment, and for a while, Xia Tuo sensed his mental thoughts, a little stagnant in the world of purple air, and the flow of thoughts became jerky.

Although he has not fully realized the purple energy of the clan's luck, he also understands that if the dark clouds cover the sun, there will be storms and torrential rains, which is not a good omen.

Soon, the stagnation that originated from the purple air of family luck also spread to his spiritual world, and even his own thoughts became blocked.

"Qingyang, or Luyou?"

At this moment, Xia Tuo frowned, and after thinking about it for more than ten breaths, a clear understanding appeared in his heart.

This is a warning from the family fortune, and obviously something related to the ups and downs of the Daxia clan's fortune is about to happen.

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Qingyang Bobu.

The ancient Shengwang Mountains lie on a plate like a giant beast, located in the clan land under most of the mountains, with ancient trees, gurgling springs, green water and green mountains.

In the depths of the clan's land, a pillar of luck stands in the center, towering into the sky, with a myriad of purple clouds, auspicious aura, and dense vitality ups and downs.

The purple air is like a god, lingering in the mountains and fields for hundreds of miles, with a myriad of rays and auspicious air.

Among the large pillars of purple air, there is a green sheep with two curved horns and fine green scales attached to the whole body, which is lying on a plate. Even if it is lying on a plate, it is a thousand feet high. Dropped in the tribe below.

At the same time, waves of purple energy rose ten thousand feet into the sky and converged on Qingyang.

The mixed purple energy and spiritual energy that Qingyang breathed out moved the general trend of luck in a radius of two hundred miles.

In the low mountains next to the edge of the Holy King Mountain Range, Xun Fenghou sat cross-legged in an inconspicuous mountain depression, restraining his aura, and constantly observing the changes in the Qingyangbo tribe.

It has been almost a month since he came to the land of the Qingyang clan, but the Qingyang Bo tribe has not had any disturbances. Fortunately, he is not in a hurry. If there is no sudden change, it is naturally the best and saves trouble.

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In the center of the Qingyang Clan, a stone palace carved like a huge Qingyang lies on the pan.

Inside the main hall, it is luxuriously decorated, and the floor is covered with watery light blue jade, exuding a faint aura.

These precious jades are similar to half spirit crystals, and for ordinary warriors, they can be directly used for cultivation.

The stone pillars standing in the hall are engraved with the divine patterns of Qingyang. There are various appearances of Qingyang, such as walking, lying, squatting and glaring. The eyes of Qingyang on each painting are orbs carved out of sapphire marrow, and the scales are also made of sapphire. Carved out of rare gemstones.

Qingyang Lianshan sits on a jade throne deep in the main hall. The throne under him is a treasure accumulated by the Qingyang clan in the past dynasties, and it is a witch treasure that can gather spiritual energy.

"Patriarch, the territory of the nine-headed bird in the depths of the Holy King Mountains is still not cleared. This beast is violent and has always been rude to human warriors. I think we should follow the original route of the Holy King Mountain for migration, so it is safe. Some."

Qingyang Great Elder Qingyang said with a dry voice.

"The nine-headed bird is just a beast, even if it is cultivated to the domain level, it's nothing, it will make it look good sooner or later."

Regarding the Great Elder's words, Qingyang Mountain didn't show much worry. The beasts in the Sacred King Mountain Range all have their territories, and they won't leave their respective territories easily, but people are alive and can completely detour.

As soon as the voice changed,

Qingyang Lianshan looked at the high priest, and asked in a deep voice, "High priest, are you all ready?"

The old Qingyang High Priest wore a simple animal bone helmet on his head. There were two strong and curved horns on it.

"It's almost ready. The direct descendants of each line have been ordered. The elite soldiers have also been summoned recently. The people in the clan have also received the news of entering the Sacred King Mountain Range to dig for mine veins."

"That's good."

Qingyang Lianshan chanted softly, and for a while the three figures in the hall fell silent. It is not easy to leave the Qingyang Bo tribe that has been passed down for so long.

This move, in the eyes of outsiders, is equivalent to giving up the majesty belonging to the Bobu and becoming a blood clan like the Luyou clan. If Qingyang can find a suitable place again, it can still establish a clan and restore its glory.

Of course, since Qingyang has decided to leave, he naturally has a complete plan. The change in the situation in the northwest is just an opportunity to promote it. People go to high places and water flows to low places. Qingyang naturally wants to go up .

It is better to be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. This point is applicable to many people. There is an old man on the head who is in charge, so it is not good to decide what to do.

"Elder Elder, High Priest, this relocation may not be an opportunity for us Qingyang. Three generations of patriarchs have been making preparations over the years, but they still can't make up their minds. The turmoil in the Northwest just helped us make a decision."

Qingyang Lianshan's eyes were burning, and he continued: "Although the road ahead is difficult, if I, Qingyang, make it through, we may not have a chance to share in the chaotic world of disputes in Bianhuang."

When Qingyang Lianshan said this, the eyes of the two silent old men in the hall suddenly lit up.

"I used the Dongtian Wubao inherited from the clan to take some of the clansmen away first. Now that we have settled in the Qishan Mountain in the southeast of the Holy King Mountain Range, I will migrate the clansmen in batches."

The Qingyang Bo tribe has been passed down for so many years. Back then, the ancestor was a casual cultivator who escaped from the outskirts of the Holy King Mountain Range. He picked up a mysterious sheep bone in the Holy King Mountain Range, and then gathered the scattered people to form the Qingyang Tribe.

And back then, I also got a Wubao Cave, with an area of ​​more than ten miles. For such a huge ethnic group of the Qingyangbo tribe, the carrying capacity of this cave Wubao is limited, and it is not too big.

Not only that, but they don't want outsiders to know about their migration, so they can only migrate in batches, and the most important bloodlines are removed first to ensure the foundation of the clan.

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Soon the night fell, the sky was full of stars, the bright starlight kept falling down, the laurel moon was across the sky, and the Qingyang people's land was glowing with purple light under the night, like a Zihua realm half buckled on the wasteland.

In the clan grounds, every household of the Qingyang clan lit animal fires. Except for the patrolling clan soldiers, the noisy voices of each household gradually subsided, and the cries of the dolls could be vaguely heard.

This scene looked no different from the countless nights in the wilderness. Many people began to rest. After all, they had to go hunting or gather herbs and spiritual fruits tomorrow.

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In the depths of the mountains in the distance, Hou Fenghou's breath was silent, looking towards the tribe of the Qingyangbo tribe, he saw that everything was as quiet as before, with the breeze blowing and the weeds swaying.

The night gradually deepened, and the shining stars in the sky were also covered.

Hou Xunfeng looked up to the sky, was it foggy?

In the blink of an eye, the night sky, which was just full of stars, suddenly dimmed, looking very gloomy, and the wind that hit was mixed with coldness.

wrong!

In an instant, Xun Fenghou sensed something was wrong.

He turned his head and looked into the depths of the Holy King Mountain Range. Under the night, the mountains were hazy, like giant beasts dormant. In the silence of the mountains, it seemed that there were countless shadows rolling in.

All of a sudden, the voices of ghosts screamed in the depths of the mountains, and the metal and iron clanged. Under the night, there were ghosts and ghosts, boundless and dense, like a night road of thousands of ghosts.

Among these figures are figures in worn-out animal robes, soldiers in armor, and some of them are driving ancient chariots, without exception, they are not living beings.

At this moment, the army of myriad ghosts pulsed out from the Holy King Mountain.

Clang!

In an instant, a big black and yellow stick appeared in Xun Fenghou's hand, and a huge figure appeared behind him. Holding the big stick in his hand, he slashed across a group of people, tearing up the sky, thousands of miles of mountains and fields roared, and under the big stick, countless ghosts were like Snow generally dissipates.

This blow startled the silent Qingyang Bobu.

The Qingyang Mountains stand tall in the sky, seeing the dark clouds rolling in from the Eastern Holy King Mountains, their expressions changed, their eyes flickered, and they made a difficult decision.

The energy fluctuations emanating from the Holy King Mountain Range, even if they were separated by hundreds of miles, still made him tremble with fear. This kind of existence could easily annihilate him.

Between life and death, it seems that all choices are much easier.

"High Priest, bring the totem bone."

In an instant, he turned into a streamer and rushed into the depths of the clan.

"Soldiers of the Qingyang tribe, join the battle!"

Soon, the roar of the Qingyang Mountains spread throughout the entire Qingyang tribe.

In the east of the clan land, the black cloud is like a great river breaking its embankment, rushing in. In just a few breaths, it crosses the wilderness outside the tribe. Wherever it passes, the grass and trees wither, and the creatures turn into bones.

In the long river of yin, countless ghosts roared and roared, making people feel fearful when they heard it, and there were many ghosts and ghosts. These ghosts were eating flesh and blood and absorbing life.

In the mountains, Xun Fenghou waved the Heavenly Soldiers Tianxuan Bone Stick in his hand, and every time he made a move, he would blow up dozens of miles of mountains and fields. However, there were too many of these ghosts, and every time he cleared the place, it would be wiped out in the blink of an eye. The ghosts filled again.

These ghosts moved towards the direction of the Qingyang Bobu, and then he turned around and rushed in the direction of the Qingyang Bobu, full of fighting spirit like an oven, and a vacuum zone opened up where he passed.

kill! kill! kill!

The Yin Qi rushed into the land of the Qingyang Clan, and the people of the Qingyang Clan everywhere were fighting with ghosts. Although these ghosts were ferocious, most of them were ordinary ghosts. As long as they were totem warriors, they could be evaporated dry with scorching blood.

But there are too many ghosts, and with every breath, many Qingyang people will be surrounded by ghosts, and then they will be turned into a pile of bones.

Not to mention that there are still many ghost soldiers and ghost generals wearing broken armor among these ghost shadows. They can mobilize many ghost soldiers and ghosts.

The ghost shadows are pervasive, and the place where they pass is full of blood. Some ghost shadows will even fight each other in order to absorb blood, which makes people look creepy.

Hou Xunfeng, who rushed into the land of the Qingyang clan, shouted loudly: "Where is the leader of the Qingyang clan? Why can't you afford a big formation!"

"Where is the leader of the Qingyang clan, why can't he afford a large formation!"

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Xun Fenghou's voice echoed in the Qingyang Clan. His previous collision with ghosts in the mountains was enough to give Qingyang Bobu time to react.

But at this moment, there was no response at all. During the mental flow, he didn't even notice the aura of the supernatural power in the land of the Qingyang tribe, even if it was the aura of the divine possession, there were only a few.