Vol 2 Chapter 716: Great Northwest League Lord

Latest website: Jiaoshan's meaning is very simple and clear. Anyway, they are going to die. It doesn't matter if they can't make a move. Jiao's move only speeds up the liberation speed of the Northwest deserters.
Hearing the sound, the Jiao clan always glanced at Jiaoshan, why didn't he see that the guy in front of him was so cruel before.
His thoughts were similar to what Jiaoshan thought. The demon clan sent a large army to attack. Taking the divided northwestern land as an example, it is simply impossible to hold the demon army.
But if someone finds out that the Jiao clan is secretly reporting a letter to the monster clan, the problem will be serious.
The Jiao clan has been passed down in the Fenghu Mountain Range for thousands of years, but it is not a closed mountain lock clan, and has no contact with the outside world. Although the Jiao clan is a hermit, it is still known by the surrounding great uncles and some powerful warriors in the northwest. of.
This kind of whistleblowing behavior to the Yaozu is completely an act of stinks for thousands of years.
Of course, it's okay to be stinky for thousands of years. As long as the Jiao clan can return to the Heavenly Dragon Holy Land and wash his blood in the ancestral sacred pool, he will become the Tianlong clan.
"Clan elder, this is our last chance."
Seeing that the old man was still a little hesitant, he couldn't make a decision, Jiao Shan whispered.
Returning to the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land, and hiding in the mountain's hills, the gap between the two can be clearly distinguished even by a little urchin.
"it is good."
In the end, the old Jiao clan made up his mind. The Jiao clan has been silent for too long. This time he can't return to the ancestral land. It will be even more difficult to go back later.
"You go to the Pinggu Wasteland to meet the leader of the demon clan. Be careful not to reveal your origins."
Speaking of this, the old voice of the Jiao clan sank, pondered for a while, and said: "Using the skins of the sacred land of the Bianhuang Dongtian, now the battle of the Bianhuang Dongtian's luck, several big caves are competing for luck, here we are six Jiao Recently, you use the skin of Liujiao Dongtian."
"I know."
Jiaoshan nodded, and shared the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land, which has the inheritance of the Dragon God's blood. Even if their bloodline is somewhat decayed, they have been away from the Heavenly Dragon Sacred Land for a long time, but it is okay to stimulate the blood of battle and reveal a faint dragon power.
As for putting blame on the Sixth Sacred Land, there is no burden at all. Anyway, this kind of thing has been done in the Sixth Sacred Land before. This kind of cooperation with foreign races is only different from the two. Cooperation once and cooperation countless times, both represent He betrayed his own ethnic group.
"Go ahead."
Watching Jiaoshan leave, the old Jiao clan was still a little worried, and he called Jiaohe who was cultivating in the settlement through his voice transmission.
"Clan elder."
"You will go to the Qingteng Ancient City and check it out again. Remember to be careful. Bring the Dragon God's clothing that is treasured by the clan, and be careful to restrain your breath."
"Yes, I will go now."
Soon, in the Jiao clan's settlement, a dragon with black green like a python rushed out, soaring through the mountains, like a real dragon.
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Three days later, the nameless mountain stream.
At this moment, between this mountain and the wild, a fixed star pile has been temporarily established, which is connected with the Daxia clan. The ashes of the wounded soldiers and the fallen soldiers of the previous races have been escorted back to Daxia with the Dongtian Witch Treasure. city.
A large number of resources such as army armor and grain and grass have been transported. The soldiers of various races originally attributed to Zidian and Jumu have also been reorganized. For this reason, Xia Tuoyou has selected several generals in the town of Xinjiang and the Celestial Palace. Come.
It can be said that this army of 700,000 soldiers is completely devoid of purple electricity and giant wood.
People are yours, Daxia admits, as for the command, exempt.
Zi Wuxiao and Mu Qingyun, under the of Xun Fenghou and Fat Brother respectively, invited the Bo tribe masters who had been stranded in their respective tribes to this unknown mountain range.
These Bo tribe masters are all in the first level of supernatural power, and the highest is only a peak.
In fact, the strength of the clan masters of the two big clans, Zidian and Jumu, was only the Dharma Realm. They were able to be promoted to the Manifestation of the Holy Realm in just a few decades, thanks to the Heavenly Cave Holy Land.
To be honest, Xia Tuo didn't care much about the Bo tribe masters who came here. To say that there are more than a dozen strong people in the supernatural power realm, Da Xia has more than ten towns and territories, and there is no shortage of strong super power realms.
However, Daxia Shentong Realm Zhenjiang, compared with other tribes, lacked a status. Although the same is the first level of Shentong Realm, the master of each tribe is the master of one group, and has the name of the party.
The vast land of the northwest relies on the tribes to dominate the land. Over the years, the northwestern land has been stable and the tribes have contributed to the place where they sit.
Of course, the uncle sits on one side and enjoys the geographical advantages produced by the other side. Naturally, it is also responsible for protecting the land. The power of the world is fixed.
The masters who came to Wuming Mountain Stream were very cautious one by one. Such a situation must be said to be the pot of the sacred land of the cave.
Take the two masters of Dihuang and Yuanshui, in these recent days, the Xiangxiang tribe has been destroyed without warning, and no one has escaped.
Then they, along with their direct descendants, were taken captive by the warriors of the Longbo Holy Land to the Zidianbo tribe. They prayed every day, praying for the Longbo Holy Land, and were beaten at every turn.
Zi Wuxiao was beaten twice for three days, and was horribly abused by the Longbo clan warriors. It can be said that they are all a group of brothers in distress.
Everyone, don't let the eldest brother laugh at the second elder brother, they are all hard-working people, known as the uncle who sits in the northwest, who can imagine what life is going on.
In the big tent, Xia Tuo looked at the uncles of the Yuanshui and Dihuang tribes, and clearly felt the mental trance of the two. What kind of abuse did the Long Bo Sacred Land use to make the powerful people of the supernatural power be like this? Up.
Fortunately, against the demon soldiers at this moment, he didn't even think about letting several uncles and uncles take action. It was so bad. His halo looked at the big tent for a week, and he swept over the uncles, except for Uncle Yu. not too good.
"Uncle Yu, sit up."
Xia Tuo said aloud, allowing Zi Wuxiao to see clearly. He was originally sitting on the left side of Xia Tuo's start. At this moment, he got up and said, "Uncle Yu is an old senior, please sit down."
Zi Wuxiao stood up by herself and sat down next to Mu Qingyun toward the position below Mu Qingyun on the right.
Every family has scriptures that are hard to recite. This is true. Zi Wuxiao is also very worried now. Let alone getting rid of Longbo Sacred Land, is there a previous clan leader in his family?
He knows how he is the leader of the clan.
Hard!
Uncle Yu was also welcome, and took a seat at the top of Xia Tuo's left.
"The matter is urgent, so we hurriedly set up the camp, so everyone can bear more."
Then, Xia Tuo said aloud that the temporary large tents built up were not too crude. There were animal skins on the ground, everyone had soft cushions, and there was a wooden case in front of them.
While talking, Xia Tuo's eyes swept over the people in the big tent again, and it was the first time that several of the Bo tribe masters in the big tent had met.
The lord of the dragon fish clan is wearing a silver-white robe embroidered with golden fish patterns. The texture is exquisite. He is about three hundred years old. He looks middle-aged and looks very calm.
Xinghaibo Xinghaibu Xing Wuji, youth appearance, just over a hundred years old, with the support of the giant wood clan more than a decade ago, promoted to the supernatural power state.
Uncle Yanshen, who is also a martial artist who cultivates the way of fire, the Tianyan spear technique inherited from the clan, is rumored to be born out of a return to the ancient method, and he can have 30% of the power of returning to the ancient method after he has cultivated to the Dacheng state.
The uncles of the Yan Gods in the past have wanted to surpass their ancestors, trace the roots, and deduced the Tianyan spear method to return to the ancient realm, but unfortunately things failed, and the luck of the Yan Gods seems to have not come.
Uncle Dihuang is also a middle-aged person, wearing a tight-fitting black jersey, embroidered with the appearance of a cauldron on his chest.
Uncle Yuanshui is a middle-aged person, but he is not too young. He is already more than six hundred years old. This old man exists and clearly tells everyone that sometimes age is not a big advantage. When it comes to the realm of magic, luck It is also very important.
Since then, most of the masters of the northwestern land have gathered in this unknown mountain range.
"Everyone, today is one thing, resist the monster race!"
Xia Tuo opened his mouth, and then said: "As the leader of the Northwest Alliance, Daxia is the helm of the luck recognized by the will of heaven and earth, and on behalf of the heavenly herdsmen, it is of course not to resist the monster race."
It is a pity that, except for the gleaming light in Uncle Yu's eyes, the rest of the uncles received little response from his words.
Seeing this scene, Xia Tuo couldn't help showing a wry smile, feeling that the words he prepared were all in vain. The blind man lit the lamp and wasted a lot of money. He did not count the masters of the northwest, and he was devastated by the holy land of Dongtian. .
Looking at the big account, it represents the masters of the northwestern pastoralist side, not even a single opponent.
Of course, he did not convene this alliance for the sake of hiding, but for Daxia to get a careless name. With these uncles present, Daxia will represent the entire northwest wasteland.
Since everyone seems to be tossing with Daxia, Xia Tuo is too lazy to talk.
The Alliance of the Asylum Blood Association, burning incense to worship the sky.
From now on you will follow Daxia.
Since he couldn't take prestige within himself~EbookFREE.me~ Xia Tuo was able to retreat to second place, and put Liwei on the head of the Yaozu.
In this scenario, Daxia has both gains and losses. The internal stability is stable, and he can naturally defend himself against the outside. The same masters may have fallen a little, and wanting to recruit them to deal with the monster race is afraid that it will be overwhelmed.
Fortunately, Xia Tuo was prepared for this early. He didn't believe in them at all, so he didn't plan to use these people at the beginning. Now it's all right, the uncles, under the torture of Dongtian Holy Land, have destroyed most of them.
In general, waiting until the monster clan is defeated, for Da Xia, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.
"The Xia clan master, apart from Zidian and Giant Wood, the remaining masters are afraid that they will be embarrassed."
In the camp, when everyone left, Xia Tuo and Uncle Yu were left, Uncle Yu said in a deep voice.
On the topic of dealing with monsters, there is nothing to say. The two races of humans and monsters are feuds. If the monsters enter the northwest, no matter which tribe will be killed.
"It's okay, I have a plan."