Chapter 664: 1 Plan Fails to Survive 1 Plan

On Tianlu Mountain, Xia Tuo tried his best to think of some crooked tricks, but it was a bit difficult to deceive Da Bobu and the Holy Land behind him.

There is a divine light of purple energy floating above the head, and the seal is floating in mid-air like a sacred mountain. The dazzling purple light penetrates the sky, like the sun in the sky, stirring the vast purple energy in all directions, overflowing with dignity and grace.

Compared with Zidian, Heilong, and Jumu Bobu, Daxia's biggest advantage is the luck of the human race.

Daxia started from the barren land, the real people of the barren land, coupled with the existence of Wuwu, the authentic innate totem god, and the seal in his hands that was recognized by the world, these are his advantages.

This is also the basis for his opportunism. To put it bluntly, the so-called luck is an illusory thing that needs to be sustenanced. The manifestation of luck in the barren land now depends on the tribe.

The battle of luck is the competition between tribes, and any tribe that can beat the crowd will naturally be blessed by luck.

To give a simple example, like a victorious general, every time he leads an army, countless people will feel that the battle must be won, which is the general trend.

The tribe that wins the battle of luck will inevitably spread throughout the wilderness in the northwest, and all tribes in the northwest will be crushed by the victors. This is the general trend of luck.

After racking his brains for a long time, Xia Tuo couldn't think of any good solution. After all, his opponents are not pigs, but a bunch of human beings, and it is easy to be exposed by deceiving human beings.

This made him very unhappy.

"Is it possible that we really want to head-on?"

He frowned, his eyes revealing thoughtfulness.

At this time, Qiaoer came from the sky in a long purple dress and landed on Tianlu Mountain.

"Uncle, are you really not practicing?"

These days, Xia Tuo was silent on Tianlu Mountain, and all the family affairs were handed over to Xia Ge's cabinet assistants. Everyone thought he was practicing in seclusion, and Xia Tuo didn't bother to explain this.

At his current state, epiphany is actually more important than penance, and he is currently in the process of quantitative change to qualitative change.

"Qiaoer, what's going on in the clan?"

Seeing Qiaoer approaching, Xia Tuo asked aloud.

"There are a few cabinet assistants in the clan who are busy. It's nothing serious. I just sensed the obscure feeling of luck, and wondered if Uncle had encountered something difficult."

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo calmed down. In order to think of bad ideas these days, he inadvertently combined his own spiritual will with the fate of the family, and his anxiety was inadvertently captured by Qiaoer.

"It's about the battle of luck."

For Qiao'er, Xia Tuo didn't hide anything, and said what he was thinking.

"Uncle, the battle of luck involves the foresight of the heavens, and it is not easy to take advantage of it."

After listening to Xia Tuo's words, Qiao'er's white brows slightly frowned, and she said softly: "And the other clan leaders are all scheming people, and besides, the Holy Land behind them has been planned for so many years, and it is estimated that all possible They have almost been fully prepared in advance for any accidents that occur."

Qiaoer's words are true.

Xia Tuo couldn't deny this point. In order to obtain the luck of the frontier, the Holy Land of Dongtian began to prepare for it when the Daqi collapsed ten thousand years ago. If he treats others as a fool, he is the biggest fool.

For a while, Xia Tuo felt very uncomfortable!

Annoyed!

He restrained his mind, finally put the unrealistic thoughts behind him, and thought again about how to deal with the next battle of luck.

The battle of luck is unavoidable, even if Daxia does not participate in it, once the three uncles of Zidian, Jumu, and Black Dragon win or lose, the fate of the winner will be enough to overwhelm Daxia.

If the general trend of luck does not advance, it will retreat. It is like sailing against the current. There is no way to retreat, so even if he knows that Dongtian Holy Land is behind the scenes, he still needs to meet it.

Patriarch Xia, who couldn't think of a crooked move, was really sad.

...

Three days later, the edict of the Daxia Clan Court spread throughout the land of the Eleven Daxia Daxia, each city selected elite soldiers and reported the truth to the clan court.

With this edict, the entire Great Xia began to operate. The binding force of the Totem Zhange contract is very cumbersome, and the battle is related to the ownership of luck, so it cannot be taken lightly.

At the same time, in the Daxia Clan Hall, the five pavilion assistants of Daxia were all there.

"Elder Xun, go to the Heilongbo tribe immediately and invite the head of the Black Dragon Clan to gather in the ancient city of Qingteng, and talk about discussing the disasters of the ghost tribe. Demons and ghosts."

At this moment, what Xia Tuo said was awe-inspiring, with a look of compassion, the fat guy sitting below blinked, and he almost believed it.

"General Haohai, go to Uncle Jumu's department and convey the same invitation to Uncle Jumu."

"Elder Fat, go to Zidian Bobu."

"During the time I left the clan to go to the ancient city of Qingteng, the affairs of the clan were temporarily under the control of the two cabinet assistants, Xiong Si and Hun Kong."

After the clan discussion, everyone left the clan hall, and the fat brother stayed at the end slowly. Seeing that everyone had left the clan hall, he turned back with a chubby body, and came to Xia Tuo at once.

"I said, what the hell are you planning?"

Xia Tuo said with a smile: "You want to know?"

"Tell me quickly, you don't know Fat Brother, I am more curious."

"The heavenly secret must not be leaked."

Xia Tuo smiled mysteriously, and the fat brother wanted to punch him in the face immediately.

"You don't say yes, let's go to Zidian first, and then go to Ivy Ancient City."

Then, the fat brother also played a rogue, who was more afraid of the other than the rogue, and the fat man would not believe that he lost to Xia Tuo every time.

"This plan won't work if it's said."

After saying that, Xia Tuo got up from his seat and walked outside.

"Let's go, let's go to Zidian Bobu first."

"Let's go."

Fat Brother snorted coldly. He felt that since Xia Tuo was pulled down by the realm of martial arts, his own thoughts seemed to be pulled down a little bit. He was really irritated.

What the hell is Xia Tuo doing?

He guarantees with his character for more than a hundred years that this guy Xia Tuo is definitely messing around. If he has no evil ideas, his fat brother will walk with his hands from now on, and he will never break his promise.

Xia Tuo volleyed away from Daxia City, followed by Fat Brother, who wanted to use his wisdom to pierce Xia Tuo's conspiracy.

In fact, Xia Tuo's strategy is divided into three steps. The first step is to invite the masters of the three big tribes to the ancient city of Qingteng. As for expelling the ghost clan, it is just an excuse. step is meaningless.

The second step is...

The third step is...

...that's three steps...

...

Zidian Bobu.

Thousands of miles away from the Zidian tribe, Xia Tuo felt a strong thunderous breath. The silver light of Zidian traversed the sky, shining brightly, and the purple light and silver electricity interweaved and converged into a thunder field.

Compared with the thunder spirit of Zidian Bobu, the original Kuilei tribe was a younger brother, and there is no comparison between the two.

Standing on the wilderness, Xia Tuo's pupils were overflowing with purple light, and he looked towards the Zidian Bo tribe. In the depths of the Zidian Bo tribe, a streak of purple lightning pierced the sky, surrounded by purple thunder dragons.

In the purple light, a golden giant phantom vaguely floated. The aura of family destiny of each tribe is hidden, and it is difficult for outsiders to peek at it, not even the gods, unless the tribe is destroyed and forcibly observed.

After exhausting his eyesight, Xia Tuo still couldn't see how much Zidian's family luck and purple energy had accumulated in Zidian Bo's tribe. He could feel that Zidian's family luck was far worse than that of Da Xia.

At this moment, Fat Brother has already gone to Zidian Bobu.

Hundreds of miles away from the Purple Lightning Clan, a ray of purple lightning pierced through the void, facing the flying fat brother.

Clang!

In an instant, the small jade ax in Fat Brother's hand turned into the size of ten feet, and it fell forward, and the purple electricity that exploded spread in midair.

"Who came here, trespassed on the land of the Zidian clan, and died."

"I'll go, your uncle."

Fat Brother scolded dissatisfiedly: "I'm so fucking..."

Then he paused and coughed lightly.

"Cough... I am the elder of Da Xia Boshang. By the order of my Da Xia patriarch, I am here to invite Zi Dian to go to Ivy Ancient City to meet the alliance. This is the tribal document."

As he said that, the fat brother raised a pair of purple scrolls in his hand, and put away his swollen stomach. He went out, representing Da Xia, and he couldn't curse at others, so he just kept cursing in his heart.

Then, a young man wearing a purple-gold armor appeared in the clan ground full of lightning. He looked at Fat Brother with a kind of scrutiny in his eyes, and a flash of disdain flashed in the depths of his pupils.

"Bring it."

Hearing this, the fat brother threw the scroll in his hand, turned around and left, it's not worth getting angry over a bastard.

Watching the fat brother go away, the young man in purple gold armor looked at the purple scroll in his hand, on which there was the imprint of the Great Xia totem overflowing with brilliance, looked around and found nothing wrong, and quietly disappeared in midair.

This scroll did not fall into the hands of Zi Wuxiao, the leader of the Zidian clan, but was handed over by the Zijin youth to a golden giant sitting deep in the clan grounds.

The scroll opened, and the record on it was also very simple, it was sincerely inviting the head of the Zidian clan to go to the ancient city of Qingteng to solve the problem of the ghost clan's troubles in the wild northwestern land.

This matter involves forces from outside the region, who are part of the Northwest, Daxia and Zidian live together under the same sky, and are brothers to each other, etc., and so on, they should shoulder the responsibility of Jingping Northwest.

In the end, Xia Tuo, the leader of the Great Xia Clan, bowed down and greeted him with humble words.

After reading the scroll, the golden-armored giant remained silent, his eyes opened and closed like two golden moors.

Then the huge body burst into golden light, and when the golden light dissipated, it turned into a golden-robed warrior the size of an ordinary person, but his beard and hair were all golden.

"Go down and continue patrolling."

The man in the golden robe walked towards the Zidian Clan Hall. Zi Wuxiao, who was sitting cross-legged in the hall, saw the man in the golden robe appearing, got up hurriedly, and said, "Master Long, what do you want me to tell you?"

He had already sensed the voices outside, but he was no longer the patriarch of Zidian Bobu.

Then, Zi Wuxiao saw a purple light flying towards him, accompanied by a piercing voice.

"I'm going to Qingteng this time, and I'll go with you."