Chapter 705 Xia Tuo Wants to Be the Boss

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He had prepared for tens of hundreds of years of luck battles outside, but after entering Qiancang Realm, his appearance changed drastically.

The appearance of the Daqi dead clan, and the corpses of warriors from Sanzhudongtian and Longbo Holy Land lay in front of him, clearly telling Mu Qingyun that things have exceeded expectations, and the previous plans are completely inapplicable at this moment.

In this regard, Xia Tuo didn't think so, but he would not show it in front of Mu Qingyun.

Reincarnation of cause and effect, what happened to Dongtian Holy Land is the result of planting thousands of years ago.

Don't say nonsense about when it's time to repay the grievances, and persuade people to be more generous. People who say such things are because things didn't happen to them. When such things happen to themselves, come and see him Generosity is not generosity.

Therefore, Xia Tuo didn't say anything about the young master Daqi's torture and killing of Mu Jiuhan. If the two of them switched positions, he would do the same, even more tyrannical than the young master Daqi.

What is it to sell yourself to the ghost king, as long as you can get revenge, you are willing to live forever!

Ka Ka Ka!

For a moment, a cold wind blew past around the blood formation in the center of Qiancang Realm, and there was a crackling sound in the wind. It was Hei Youli biting the bones of warriors from the Long Bo and Sanzhu Dongtian clans.

These black gnats are formation insects, they are completely integrated with the blood formation, and they can be completely regarded as a part of the blood formation, just like formation talismans.

Xia Tuo stood on the outskirts of the blood formation, looked carefully at the blood formation, and vaguely saw some clues that the main function of the black scorpion was to absorb the flesh and blood of the warriors in the Holy Land of the Cave Heaven, and further purify the blood feud.

There are nine blood circles in the blood formation, which are transformed into a nine-fold blood formation. After nine times of baptism in the blood formation, all the bones will return to their ancestors and turn into pure atavistic blood.

Of course, the Holy Land of Dongtian has been passed down for so many years and has gone through several eras. Compared with the ancestors of the first generation of Dongtian, the bloodline has long been more than a little bit worse. Even the bloodline owned by the direct blood has a big gap.

The ancestral blood purified by the blood array is relatively pure.

Soon, the blood formation was surrounded by Yin soldiers of the Daqi Dead Clan,

They surrounded the formation and squeezed Xia Tuo and others from the position close to the formation.

In response to this, Xia Tuo and the others also began to retreat. The Great Qi Yin soldiers lined up outside seemed to be performing a ritual, so they naturally couldn't disturb it.

As time went by, more and more Yin soldiers gathered to surround the blood formation, and Yin Qi began to gather, covering the sky above the blood formation.

In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, Xia Tuo no longer used his mind to peek.

He, Fat Brother, and Mu Qingyun withdrew from the blood formation ten miles away, and stood on a low hill.

Rumble!

At this moment, black clouds rolled over the blood formation, black dragons entrenched in the cloud city, and thunderbolts exploded among the clouds, roaring like thunder.

woo woo woo~~

The cold wind blew, and there was a whimpering sound, like the sound of a ghost crying. In the hazy void, one after another phantoms began to emerge out of thin air. Compared with the Daqi Yinbing, these phantoms were more illusory, and their expressions were very dull.

At this moment, all the phantoms looked in the direction of the blood formation.

...

"It is rumored that the Phantom King has no form or body, sits in the Nine Nether Phantom Realm, and is good at bewitching people's hearts and all living beings."

At this time, Fat Brother's voice sounded, the voice was very soft, and his eyes showed a rare serious look, looking in the direction of the blood formation.

The black clouds over the blood array made up, the thunder exploded, and the blood light continued to tear the black clouds, and there was an illusory figure looming, overlooking the bottom.

For a time, the sobs of the Daqi Dead Clan became heavier and heavier.

...

After observing for a long time, Xia Tuo came back to his senses, Daqi had their affairs, and he also had his own to do. The appearance of Daqi's dead clan made the balance of the fate battle completely tilted towards Daxia.

He even said bluntly that this time Daxia had a great luck.

Right now, he is just one step away from completely dragging the plate of Tianping towards Daxia into Daxia's hands.

"My Great Xia and the Zidian camp are in the east, and the chief of the Ziwuji clan is recuperating in the camp. The chief of the Mu clan is willing to return with me."

Then, Xia Tuo looked at Mu Qingyun and said aloud.

"it is good."

After pondering for a moment, Mu Qingyun nodded.

In fact, at this time, he didn't have much choice.

Before entering the Qiancang Realm, the Daxia, Jumu, and Zidian clans secretly signed a mutual assistance contract in advance to fight against the Holy Land of the Cave Heaven.

At present, this contract still needs to be carried on.

Soon, the three of them headed towards the Daxia camp.

...

In the center of the Great Xia camp, in the temporary tent built with animal skins, Xia Tuo sat at the top, with Mu Qingyun on the left and the pale Zi Wuxiao on the right.

Besides the three of them, Fat Brother and Qiaoer were sitting in the tent.

As the master of the camp, Xia Tuo, the master, naturally spoke first. He looked at Zi Wuxiao, and asked softly, "How is the master of the Zi clan?"

Hearing the sound, Zi Wuxiao responded: "Temporarily stabilized the injury, and it will take at least several years to recover. In this luck battle, I, Zidian, lost."

Zi Wuxiao's words made Mu Qingyun frown slightly, and then stretched them out. There was nothing he could do about the situation.

Just now when he came into the Daxia camp, he found that Daxia not only controlled the soldiers of the Zidian coalition army, but none of his own strongmen were damaged, and he also couldn't see through the relationship with the Daqi dead clan. How to play.

Compared to Mu Qingyun's thoughts, Zi Wuxiao figured it out, striving for luck?

Fight ass!

Let's not talk about what he is fighting for, if he still has the idea of ​​fighting for luck, he might not even be able to get out of Qiancang Realm alive.

He saw this very clearly!

Besides, even if it is indisputable, he will still be Uncle Zidian, a strong man in the Holy Realm after leaving the Qiancang Realm!

Fight for luck, fight for shit!

The man stopped playing.

It's better to go back and inherit the position of the leader of the Bo tribe.

"That's good, Master Zi can heal his wounds at ease, and I, Da Xia, will take care of the rest."

Hearing Xia Tuo's words, Mu Qingyun frowned slightly again, "Do you want to make it so obvious that I'm still here, and you can take care of my Jumu affairs."

Immediately afterwards, Xia Tuo's eyes fell on Mu Qingyun, and he said aloud: "I have already made an agreement with the Daqi Dead Clan, they have been silent for thousands of years, just want to avenge the dead clan.

It is also impossible for us to stay in the Thousand Blue Realm for the rest of our lives. Once we leave the Thousand Blue Realm, the Cave Heaven Holy Land will definitely attack us, so we are in a state of hostility with the Cave Heaven Holy Land.

It is not a conflict for us to cooperate with the Great Qi Dead.

Patriarch Mu, what do you think? "

"good."

Seeing Xia Tuo looking at herself, Mu Qingyun nodded.

"Before, when we were outside in the wasteland, we had an agreement to work together to deal with the Holy Land of the Cave Heaven, and now this agreement still counts.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and now all the fighters participating in the battle in Sanzhudongtian and Longbo Holy Land have been killed, leaving only the Black Dragon Bobu and Liujiaodongtian.

When we cooperate with Daqi, we also need to show our sincerity. I decided to attack the Heilongbo tribe. Do the two patriarchs have any opinions? "

Hearing the sound, Mu Qingyun frowned slightly again.

He is also the leader of the Bo tribe, and has the same status as Xia Tuo. Is Xia Tuo's tone asking for opinions? It is obviously a tone of above and below.

Take a step back and say that the three clans have agreed to form an alliance, but it has not yet been decided who will be the master. Xia Tuo will discuss the matter as the alliance master.

Compared to Mu Qingyun's dissatisfaction in his heart, Zi Wuxiao was a lot more frank and said: "Patriarch Xia, I am seriously injured, and I am powerless to deal with the Black Dragon Bobu. Patriarch Xia cherishes them, these are good men from various clans, I brought them here, and I hope I can bring them back."

"I agree too."

Zi Wuji spoke, and Mu Qingyun had no choice but to speak.

So what if you are not angry, the form is like this, Daxia's combat power has not been damaged, this god is so unfair, it was agreed that the battle of luck is fair, how did Daxia take such a big advantage.

God opened his eyes to see, someone cheated.

"Okay, since that's the case, our three coalition forces will rise up and join forces to encircle and suppress the Black Dragon and the Holy Land of the Six Flood Dragons!"

Seeing that the two were so honest, Xia Tuo nodded, there was no way, Daxia's power was all due to his peers.

"Patriarch Mu, the coalition forces under Jumu have lost their mid-to-high-ranking commanders, and I have dispatched some supernatural powers and divine treasures from Daxia to lead the coalition soldiers.

"Yes~~~OK."

Mu Qingyun's words froze for a moment, then he came to his senses and nodded, "Damn it, it's really going too far. Now he didn't even bother to cover it up, and directly sent someone to control the giant wood soldiers.

Too much!

Looking at Mu Qingyun and Zi Wuxiao who walked out of the big tent, Xia Tuo spread his hands, and his appearance immediately caused Qiaoer to cover his mouth and chuckle.

"Uncle, you are too bad."

"Little girl, what do you know about movies? This is called subduing without fighting."

Facing Xia Tuo's scolding, Qiao'er shook her head and insisted, "Uncle, this is called the prosperity of the clan, God's will for me."

"What you said is not right. This is called relying on peers to set off."

Fat brother got up, shaking the small axe, and walked towards the outside of the big tent with three steps, and said as he walked, "I think Zi Wuxiao is still a little confused, I'll go and remind him."

"Uncle Fat, don't scare people."

"Go, I'm going to reason with him and analyze the actual situation. Your uncle is now dreaming of being the leader of the alliance. If I don't mention Zi Wuxiao, how can your uncle's dream come true? real."

Fat Brother shook the jade ax in his hand, and sighed: "I really don't understand the meaning of you mortals fighting all day long."

"Qiao'er, you bring some witch doctors to treat the coalition forces of Ju Mubo's tribe. Remember to spread the word about our Great Xia, okay?"

"I know I know."

Hearing the sound, Qiaoer nodded, pursed her lips and snorted softly: "This is the psychological warfare Uncle said. After these people return to the wasteland, they will be seeds one by one, spreading the seeds of Daxia's benevolence and righteousness. When the time comes, our Daxia will annex all tribes." Maybe there will be fewer hindrances, Uncle, you really are a scheming old fox, no wonder the fat uncle can't beat you."

"cough~"

Hearing this, Xia Tuo's expression froze.