Chapter 379: Land of the gods

"Hey, I found that you are talking more and more clouds, mountains and mists."
In the summer garden, the fat brother pursed his mouth, and quickly reacted, and said to Xia Tuo.
"Don't say it, it's pretty image."
"After the Luoshui boss fell from the previous clan leader Luohe, there should still be a dragon in the clan. However, news about the dragon is not obvious in the northwestern land. With the protection of the clan, we are not able to fight the door right now. go with."
Xia Tuo sighed, the Conch had already heard the news. He had already helped the old lady of the Long Rod, cutting off her way to advance to the Divine Power Realm, so that she would no longer have to worry about cultivation in the future.
Calculated in this way, except for the old Jiaolong, the real threat from Luoshui's uncle's department is the Luoshui High Priest.
A crab has two large tongs, and Luoshui also has two pillars, Longzhang Granny and Luoshui High Priest. Now Longzhang Granny’s path has been broken. At best, he is a half-step magical powerhouse. He was the defeated officer. Naturally more fearless.
If it could break the way of the High Priest of Luoshui, it would be better.
However, this idea is not realistic in a short time. The high priest is the tribal sacrificial person who is the most compatible with the tribe's luck in addition to the clan leader.
Moreover, the high priest and the clan owner are very different. They have the protection of the clan movement. Unless they do everything like the Linghe clan owner and make a final blow, they will only be backlashed by the Luoshuibo clan movement. Qiqi novel first published on the whole network
"Next, starting from the northwest of the Luoshui clan region, we will remove the large and small veins occupied by Luoshui, and first break the calf of this big crab in Luoshui, and see how to climb."
After discussing the two peaks of the Divine Hidden Realm, the guys who have entered the embryonic form of the derivation of supernatural powers, don't choose a date, let's start.
For a time, news spread that black and white impermanence appeared again to the south of Lingshan Mountain. The mineral veins occupied by Luoshuibo's tribe in the original Linghe tribe domain were almost completely destroyed in a month.
Xia Tuo and Fat Brother shot, even if there are strong people in the Divine Hidden Realm, these mineral veins are vulnerable, and their real purpose is to destroy, so that these mineral veins cannot be mined again in a short time.
Every vein can be mined without convening a few people. This requires energy and resources. The mining of each vein has a cost, and it requires a lot of penetration in the early stage to produce it.
Fortunately, because of the scarcity of mages in the border areas, and Luoshui did not build formations on these veins, otherwise, even the most common ground-level low-grade formation would cost more than five thousand materials. Lingjing, this is not the usual maintenance cost.
Besides, the garrisoned warriors also need resources to practice, and the scattered ones add up to a lot of consumption, so this destruction is also a lot of loss for Luo Shuibo's department.
Of course, dozens of large and small mineral veins have been destroyed, which can be regarded as annoying the Luoshuibo Department. After all, the mining system of these veins has been established with great difficulty over the years. Now the mine is destroyed and the mine slaves die. If you want to dig again, you have to re-dig. Again.
Not to mention spending resources, but also time consuming.
After only destroying the original veins in the Linghe Clan, Xia Tuo and Fat Brother went back to the house. As for the mineral veins in the Luoshui Old Clan, they didn't do anything.
What Xia Tuo needed was to find some trouble for Luoshui, let him stop, and wait until the destroyed mineral veins to the west were re-excavated, he was going to destroy it once, and let Luoshuibo's thoughts be spent on reconstruction.
This incident also reminded him that the tribe’s mineral veins must be protected well in the future, and the tribal array mage will grow up in the future, and a large formation guard must be established on the mineral veins.
Fortunately, the mineral veins in the current clan are mainly in the Eternal Mountains and Lingzhou. There are not many in the Eternal Realm. Even if it is broken, it will not have much impact on the Daxia tribe.
In order to behave like this, he and Fat Brother also destroyed the mineral veins in the Eternal Realm. A thief came out and called to catch the thief. Then the two of them wandered freely back to the tribe to practice, and promotion to the supernatural power realm was important. Qiqi novel first published on the whole network
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Tianhuai City.
The huge ancient tree stands tall in the sky. There are countless stone temples and wooden temples above and below the ancient tree. There are many warriors from all directions. On the street, the old gourd man is walking on the street with a big gourd on his back.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed since the Kuilei tribe was destroyed. He escaped from Kuilei, and after hearing that Kuilei was destroyed, he ran a million miles and entered the Holy King Mountains to find a place with ample aura. Practice.
It is estimated that the impact of Kuilei's destruction has almost subsided, and I am ready to go out and walk around to see if I can find some opportunities. The resources accumulated before have been consumed in the past few years.
"Have you heard? Uncle Luoshui is out of luck. It is targeted by the master slave owner. The master slave owner dispatched black and white impermanence, and the judges took action again and again."
"Black and white impermanence shot, Luo Shuibo's department can't shrink."
Hearing the noise around him, the old man gourd was taken aback. The water was a bit deep. For a while, he felt that the Saint King Mountain Range was quite good. He turned his head towards the east, and there were also many opportunities in the mountains.
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The west foot of the central part of Shengwang Mountain, south of the Qingyang Bobe.
Two streamers pierced through the air in the mountains, and a figure in front of him was dressed in a thick black robe, his breath undulating constantly, and the strong blood aura rendered the four directions.
Behind this figure is a young man wearing a black-patterned battle suit, holding a horizontal sword in his hand, and closely chasing the cloth-robed man in front.
"Leng Shanhan, if you really want to kill all, you are not afraid that the master will come down and punish your tribe!"
The man in the coarse cloth and black robe yelled toward the back, but with his yelling, a sword groan was ushered in, almost instantly a sharp blade of sword pierced the sky, tearing the air.
"Guard!"
In an instant, blazing flames burst out of Huo Yanling's body, and a crimson tortoise shell floated out of the flames, blocking her back.
Cang!
After a while, like the sound of gold and iron, the bursting energy fluctuations turned into ripples and exploded. Huo Yanling was swept by the air wave. The speed was a little faster, but it was also hit hard. The cracks on the crimson tortoise shell also Deepened a lot.
"I see how long your Flame Shield can last."
Leng Shanhan exploded and followed him.
"Hand over the mocking wind monument, and I can spare your life."
Huo Yanling didn’t believe in Leng Shanhan’s words at all, and kept urging his fighting spirit to escape. His strength was already on the front line of Leng Shanhan. Right now Leng Shanhan didn’t kill him because he didn’t ridicule him. Wind monument.
Laughing at the wind monument, the so-called dragon begets nine sons, the nine sons are different. Laughing at the wind is one of the nine sons of true dragons. Of course, there are thousands of species of dragons. In the past, true dragons kept seeds everywhere in the wild, and there were too many dragon species and different animals.
But the nine sons of the true dragon are divine beasts who have inherited the supernatural powers of the true dragon, and each one is a born beast king.
This mocking wind stele was obtained by accident in the market under Tianhou Mountain. He thought it was an ordinary object, but he didn't expect to involve a secret store.
He rushed to Shengwang Mountain from Tianhou Mountain and was about to find this secret hiding place, but he did not expect that after the mantis catching the cicada and the oriole, Leng Shanhan quietly followed behind him.
Both of them are registered disciples of the of Tianhou Mountain. Leng Shanhan is ranked forty-third, and he is ranked 52. Although he bears the title of registered disciple, he has been named for hundreds of years. There were more disciples, and the two of them barely had a reputation among the many named disciples.
But if you don't understand the prototype of supernatural powers, it is impossible to receive the attention of the gods, and without being promoted to the supernatural powers, you are not qualified to become the direct disciples of the gods.
"Since you don't know how to promote, don't blame me for being impolite. If you don't tell me, I can also make you say."
Leng Shanhan's expression became more and more gloomy. He accidentally saw a broken miscellaneous book from the corner of the Tianhou Mountain Martial Hall, and did not know when which senior recorded it.
It recorded a monument of true dragon blood mocking the wind. I didn't expect that I had such a good chance. I saw this monument in Huo Yanling's hands by chance.
Although both of them are Shen Hou's named disciples, the relationship between them is not very harmonious. There are so many Shen Hou named disciples, and they all want to get Shen Hou’s attention, but Shen Hou retreats for decades, even if it is. Most of the attention when leaving the customs was also on the disciples.
Hum!
After that, a small dark tower appeared in Leng Shanhan's hands. The surface of the tower was carved with figures with arms around EbookFREE.me~ and then the small tower volleyed towards the flames of the fire.
"A Thousand Hands Soul Eater!"
Black phantoms appeared around the small black tower, and each phantom had several arms, and all the people danced around with a thousand hands.
After seeing this small tower, Huo Yanling was shocked.
"How can you have such a vicious magic weapon."
However, as soon as the voice fell, the Thousand-Hand Soul Eater Tower was already down. For a time, Huo Yanling seemed to be grasped by thousands of big hands, unable to move, and the soul seemed to be torn out of the body.
Leng Shanhan walked to Huo Yanling who was suppressed by the Thousand-Hand Soul Eater Tower, and he played the magic formula in his hand. Suddenly, illusory big hands began to drill towards Huo Yanling.
"what"
The pain in the soul caused Huo Yanling's complexion to be distorted, her eyes staring at Leng Shanhan, a burst of resentment.
Rumble!
"town!"
Feeling the trembling of the Thousand-Hand Soul Eater Tower, Leng Shanhan hurriedly played the magic formula, and the four chains were derived from the void and fell downward.
Click!
However, the falling chain broke instantly, Huo Yanling's body exploded with a roar, the gods opened like a torrent, igniting a raging flame, and a scorching heat overturned the soul tower.
call out!
Immediately afterwards, a black light rushed out of the flames, and in an instant, a figure with a dragon head and a liger head manifested from the black light and rose to the sky above the sky, and the dragon shook the sky.
Rumble!
In an instant, the mountains and plains trembled, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and the dragon chants resounded throughout the sky, and there was a radiant cloud of celebration, scouring thousands of miles of mountains and plains in an instant.
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Aura hung down and enveloped the mountains and forests, and the dragon chants in the mountains rang, one after another, which resounded through the nine daos, and in a vaguely nine khaki dragons rose from the nine mountains.