Chapter 628: Attacking Xia Tuo

After the white-headed old man threw the skull into the copper furnace, he played a magic formula casually. Immediately, the illusory sky fires floated around the copper furnace, covering the copper furnace.

The eyes of the old man shone brightly. The ghost race is rare in the frontier, and they mainly live in the Gonggong and Guifang domains in the north and northeast of the barren land.

It is rumored that the ghost clan was first born in the underworld, but due to some accidents, the wild land cracked open, and the ghostly yin energy emerged from the ground, allowing the ghost clan to appear on the barren land.

Not only that, but under the scouring of the spirit of the nether world, some unjust souls wandering in the barren land gradually turned into a ghost clan, so the ghost clan is also divided into ghost ghosts and wild ghosts.

Nether ghosts are the ghost clan born in the dark underground, while wild ghosts are ghost clan born from unjust souls who experienced the baptism of the ghostly air in the barren land.

As far as the two ghost races are concerned, the Underworld Ghost Race is naturally more powerful, but the Wild Ghosts are not bad either. The Northland Witch Order Royal Court has a deep connection with the Wild Ghosts.

The ghost clan in the skull in front of me belongs to the ghost clan, and they have cast their natal ghost treasures with ghost spirits, using them as their bodies, but their real strength is still not close.

Soon, a blue light appeared in the illusory sky fire, and got into the copper furnace.

The old man waved a magic formula and struck towards the bottom of the copper stove. There were five green, split firewood piled up under the copper stove, and the blue flames came out of the burning firewood.

This is a branch cut down from the Heavenly Spirit Wood in the Sanzhu Cave. An ordinary branch is as hard as a ground soldier. It can be burned to refine tools and alchemy, and has many effects.

When the five sticks of firewood were burnt clean, the old man's spiritual thoughts submerged into the world in the copper furnace. Inside the furnace was a world of sky and fire intertwined with blue, red and gold. Inside the ghost treasure, you cannot move.

The old man's primordial spirit manifested, he reached out, held the skeleton in his hand again, and then lightly grasped it with the other hand, and suddenly a bloody chain was pulled out from the skull, and then the blue flames in the three-color divine fire Floating surplus, fused with the bloody chain, to ensure that the bloody chain will not be broken.

Seeing this scene, Qianhun was terrified, and the restriction that was sealed in his natal soul was pulled out like this. You must know that the few people who arrested him before did not dare to ask some slightly excessive questions, for fear of stirring up his own soul. The prohibition in the body triggers.

Without the soul restriction, his memory would be completely exposed to the prying eyes of the old man in front of him.

Not to mention that the old man in front of him is a soul sage, enough to bring him back to life.

You can't live but you can't die.

Not long after that, Xiang Qianhun felt a stabbing pain in the depths of his soul, and then his entire perception became stagnant.

Mu Yanliang narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiang Qianhun's memory. In his eyes, Xiang Qianhun had nothing to hide, from how he was born, to how he practiced step by step to where he is today.

In the end, the memory image stays on the back of the golden armor in a yin mirror, but unfortunately this back is very blurred and the aura is chaotic.

"What a black hand, who is in chaos and desolation, really thinks that all traces can be restrained."

Mu Yanliang sneered, losing interest in the ghost warrior in front of him, he was just a thug who was pushed out.

Soon, he walked out of the wooden house and whispered softly, "Come here, send this thing to the Holy Land of the Six Flood Dragons."

...

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye.

The Fenghu Mountain Range, the settlement of the Jiao Clan, the leaders and elders of the Jiao Clan are all quietly waiting for the moment when the situation in the wilderness changes suddenly.

In the stone hall deep in the settlement, the elders of the Jiao clan and Jiao Hong sat beside the Longjing altar.

"Clan elder, Jiaohe and Jiaoshan went out to investigate the situation, why haven't they returned for so long?"

After a few breaths, the eyes of the clan elder opened and closed, revealing vicissitudes of life, and said in a deep thought: "Be safe and don't be impatient, the things arranged by the clan will definitely not go wrong."

"yes."

Soon, the cave fell into silence again.

...

Northern Xinjiang, Daxia.

After Xia Tuo threw the ghost warriors to the Jumu tribe, he shrank in the tribe and did not go out, in case something really happened, he would not be able to take care of it if he was not in the tribe.

However, wait and see, half a year has passed, and the northwestern frontier is still safe and sound. In order to ensure that he is always aware of things, he specially asked Hunkong to temporarily build three fixed star posts, which were placed on Zidian, Jumu, and Heilong respectively. Among the three major clan domains.

Not only that, but the fixed star stake in Daxia City has also been built. Standing in Daxia City, it is a stone building as high as a thousand feet, with a silver light overflowing from the top, shining in all directions under the sun, and it is more like a lighthouse at night like.

The sky on the fixed star post was torn apart, and the silver light shone, and Hou Fenghou returned from the world of the cave, and headed towards the inner city of Daxia.

summer garden.

"Elder Xun, did you find anything?"

"No, everything is fine."

Xun Fenghou's words made Xia Tuo very dissatisfied. Unfortunately, it was not Elder Xun's fault. He thought it would be a trick to bring disaster to the east, and everyone would carry it together. Unexpectedly, Sanzhu and other holy places in the cave were silent.

Grandma’s, all of them are unreliable, aren’t all the caves and holy places are very powerful, and all of them have nose bridges that are higher than eyes, why are they withered.

The smog that permeated the sky over the Great Xia Clan's Yun Ziqi was still condensed, which meant that the outside influence on Great Xia still existed.

"Elder Lao Fanxun strikes again."

Let Xun Fenghou continue to spy on the news, Xia Tuo sat on the main seat without moving, thinking in his heart, this kind of passive beating, not knowing what the enemy's conspiracy in the dark is, is not good for Da Xia.

How to break the situation?

He got up from his seat, came to Tianlu Mountain, and pulled Wuwu out.

"The fortune of the family is blocked, can you sense what is hindering the fortune?"

Wuwu groaned on his face, shaking his fat body violently.

"How would I know, I'm just a totem."

"Is there any way to break through the fog?"

"How would I know, I'm just a totem."

"How much influence does the haze on the purple air have on the clan?"

"How would I know, I'm just a..."

"Hey, don't pinch your body if you dare to hit the totem."

Wuwu shook his chubby little body, two complete chubby flesh wings grew out of his body, and purple runes could be vaguely seen looming.

"The haze is just gray, it's not black clouds overwhelming the top. It proves that it's not a catastrophe, but at most it will affect our big summer. By then, some blood may be over."

"Bloodletting, whose blood is to be let out, and yours?"

Xia Tuo stared at Wuwu, and said it was a coincidence that he had provoked someone in the northern Xinjiang. If the destroyed Luoshui had remnants to take revenge, it would be a cycle of karma. Outsiders would just ride on Daxia's head and shit. What's the matter?

Lao Tzu's blood should not be released as much as possible.

"The general trend of luck cannot be regressed. Who knows if the haze will gradually turn into black clouds or even rain of blood. We must always be prepared."

"I know you are cowardly."

Whether there are outsiders on Tianlu Mountain, Wuwu's words are naturally without any scruples.

Then he was punished for his words, Xia Tuo pinched his tail, slid backwards, and twirled in his hands.

"Woo~ I'm an innate totem species."

"I have collected four innate totems in my hand."

"I am God Lord Jumang."

"Xia Tuo, you bastard, I'm going to be dizzy."

After a long time, Wuwu's dangling body lurched in mid-air, and finally bumped into Xia Tuo.

"Xia Tuo, your uncle."

"What did you say?"

Hearing the sound, Wuwu was startled immediately, and hurriedly said: "Those who know the current affairs are good, Wuwu, good Wuwu will not suffer from immediate losses.

This is what we call planning ahead, so as not to be blinded temporarily. The reason why the great Daxia patriarch was able to develop Daxia from a small clan in the mountains to the current situation is because he has comprehended the essence of the dog. "

"Let me tell you, unless they directly attack the Daxia Clan, it is impossible to find out who the dark hand is, and the dark hand behind it is indirectly affecting us through more secretive means, so it is even more impossible to find the real master." .”

I didn't get any useful information from Wuwu, but what Wuwu said was true. Right now, it's just a haze, and Daxia's family fortune is still gathering through the haze.

It can be said that it has an influence or it has little influence. Even if the dark hand behind it gives up at this time, the haze will dissipate.

This kind of reasoning is very simple, like two warriors who didn't know each other, passing by a city by chance, at this time one of the warriors greets the other warrior's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart, who knows.

For example, if this martial artist wants to hit another martial artist with a sap, but has been quietly following behind without doing anything, this situation is similar to the current Great Xia.

But Xia Tuo is used to being cautious. It is better to believe in such things and prepare in advance than to know nothing in case of a crisis.

Coming down from Tianlu Mountain, he returned to the stone hall, and immediately ordered to the attendants of the tribe guarding outside the hall: "Invite the two editors of Wuyuan Yuanzheng and Xinhuodian Wudao and Wudao."

...

Great Xia City, Firewood Hall.

Firewood Hall is a group of more than a dozen large and small stone halls and stone pagodas, the center of which is a nine-fold stone pagoda.

In the first stone hall of the stone pagoda, there are stone steles depicting one after another. Each stone stele is depicted with a totem statue, which is the totem god statue erected in all the big and small cities of the Great Xia and Eight Paths. It can be found here.

The ninth floor of the stone pagoda is where the two editors sit. Xiong Si, the editor of the witchcraft, came from Fengming Road three months ago to take up the post, and received the purple belt ribbon seal of the third rank of the Daxia witchcraft editor.

All the martial arts and witchcraft classics gathered in Daxia will be sent here to be screened and sorted out by the two editors.

The nine-fold stone hall is very spacious in all directions, with a radius of a hundred feet. It is divided into two parts, the east and the west, and they are not separated deliberately. Instead, there are wooden frame partitions made of spirit wood in the hall, filled with various animal skins. Scrolls, stone slips, copper slips, wooden slips, etc.

At this moment, the two editors, one east and one west, are busy at their desks with their heads bowed.

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