Vol 2 Chapter 664: One plan fails and another one

On Tianlu Mountain, Xia Tuo struggled with his brains. He wanted to think of some crooked tricks, but he wanted to deceive the Great Uncle and the Holy Cave of Heaven behind him. Such a trick was a bit difficult.
　　
　　 There is a purple divine light floating above his head, and the seal is floating in the air like a god. The dazzling purple light penetrates the sky and the earth, like the sun in the sky, motivating the vast purple gas in all directions, overflowing with noble grace.
　　
　　 Compared with Zidian, Heilong, and Giant Mubo, Daxia's biggest advantage is human luck.
　　
　　 Daxia originated in the wasteland, the real people of the wasteland, plus the existence of Wuwu, the authentic innate totem god, and his commanded by the heaven and earth to be appointed to the Cullinan, these are his advantages.
　　
　　 This is also the basis of his opportunism. To put it bluntly, the so-called air luck is a kind of illusory thing that needs sustenance, and now the air luck in the wasteland is relying on the tribe.
　　
　　The battle of Qi Luck is the competition between tribes. Any tribe that can defeat the heroes will naturally be blessed by Qi Luck.
　　
　　 To give a simple example, it is like a general who is always victorious. Every time he leads an army, countless people will feel that this battle will be won. This is the general trend.
　　
　　The tribe that wins the battle of luck will inevitably spread to the northwestern land of the border and wasteland. The northwestern parts will be pressed by the victor. This is the general trend of luck.
　　
　　 After racking his brains and thinking for a long time, Xia Tuo didn't think of a good way. After all, his opponent is not a pig, but a bunch of human spirits. It is easy to deceive the human spirit.
　　
　　 This makes him very unwilling.
　　
　　 "Is it possible to head-on?"
　　
　　 frowned and thoughtful in his eyes.
　　
　　 At this time, Qiaoer volleyed in a purple dress and landed on Tianlu Mountain.
　　
　　 "Uncle, are you really not practicing?"
　　
　　 These days, Xia Tuo was silent on the Tianlu Mountain, and the family affairs were handed over to Xia Ge’s all Ge Fu. Everyone thought he was practicing in retreat. Xia Tuo did not go to explain this.
　　
　　 At his current state, in fact, enlightenment is more important than penance. Right now, he is in the process of changing from quantity to quality.
　　
　　 "Qiaoer, what's the matter in the family?"
　　
　　 Seeing Qiao'er approaching, Xia Tuo asked.
　　
　　 "There are several Gefu in the clan who are busy. There is nothing serious about it. I just sensed the obscure feeling in my luck, and I wondered if Uncle encountered something difficult."
　　
　　 Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo lost his mind. In the past few days, in order to think of bad ideas, he inadvertently blended with his own spiritual will and family luck, and his anxious mood was inadvertently caught by Qiao'er.
　　
　　 "It's about the battle of luck."
　　
　　 Regarding Qiao'er, Xia Tuo didn't conceal anything, and said what he was thinking.
　　
　　 "Uncle, the battle of luck involves God's foresight, and it is not easy to speculate in it."
　　
Hearing Xia Tuo’s words, Qiao’er’s white brows frowned slightly, and said softly:
Moreover, the other tribe owners are scheming and calculating. Besides, the cave heaven behind them has been planned for so many years, and it has estimated all possibilities. They were almost prepared for the accidents that occurred."
　　
Qiao'er’s words are true, and Xia Tuo cannot deny this. In order to seek the luck of the frontiers, Dongtian Holy Land started preparations when Daqi collapsed thousands of years ago. If he takes others as a fool, he is the greatest. That fool.
　　
　　 For a time, Xia Tuo was very uncomfortable!
　　
　　 Irritable!
　　
　　 He converged his mind, and finally put the unrealistic ideas behind him, thinking again about how to deal with the next battle of luck.
　　
　　 The battle of air luck is inevitable, even if Da Xia does not participate in it, once the three uncles of Zidian, Giant Wood, and Black Dragon win or lose, the momentum of the winner's luck will be enough to overwhelm Da Xia.
　　
　　 The general trend of Qi Luck will not advance and then it will retreat, just like a boat against the current, there is no way back, so even if he knows that the Holy Cave of Heaven is behind the ghosts, he needs to meet him.
　　
　　 The Xia clan leader who couldn't think of crooked tricks was really uncomfortable.
　　
　　……
　　
　　 Three days later, the Daxia Clan’s court decree spread throughout Daxia’s eleven roads, each city and each city selected elite soldiers and reported the facts of the clan court.
　　
　　 Along with this edict, the entire Daxia began to operate. The binding force of the totem warge contract is very cumbersome. The battle is about the belonging of luck, so it can't be taken lightly.
　　
　　 At the same time, in the Daxia Clan Hall, all the five pavilions of Daxia were present.
　　
"Elder Xun, you immediately go to the Black Dragon Tribe and invite the Black Dragon clan lord to gather in the ancient city of Qingteng. You said to discuss the ghost tribe’s troubles and famine. Monsters and ghosts."
　　
　　 At this moment, what Xia Tuo said was awe-inspiring and compassionate. The fat brother sitting below blinked, and he almost believed it.
　　
　　 "Hao Sea God General, go to Uncle Giant's Department, and convey the same invitation to Uncle Giant."
　　
　　 "Fat elder, go to Zidian Bo's department."
　　
　　 "During the time I left the clan to go to Qingteng Ancient City, the affairs of the clan were temporarily controlled by the two pavilions of Xiongsi and Hunkong."
　　
　　 After the clan discussion, everyone left the clan hall. Fat brother stayed slowly at the end. Seeing that everyone had left the clan hall, his chubby body returned and suddenly came to Xia Tuo.
　　
　　 "I said, what the did you make?"
　　
　　 Xia Tuo said with a smile, "You want to know?"
　　
　　 "Come on, you don't know Fat Brother I am more curious."
　　
　　 "The secret of heaven must not be revealed."
　　
　　 Xia Tuo smiled mysteriously, and suddenly the fat brother couldn't wait for a fist to hit his face.
　　
　　 "Don't you say so, let's go to Zidian first, and then to Qingteng Ancient City."
　　
　　 Then, Fat Brother also played a rogue, who was more afraid of anyone than a rogue, Fatty didn't believe that he would lose to Xia Tuo every time.
　　
　　 "This strategy won't work anymore."
　　
After 　　, Xia Tuo got up from his seat and walked out.
　　
　　 "Let's go, let's go to the Purple Electronics Department first by the way."
　　
　　 "Just leave."
　　
　　 Fat brother snorted coldly, he felt that since the martial art realm pulled down Xia Tuo, his thoughts seemed to have been pulled down, really irritable.
　　
　　 What the is Xia Tuo doing?
　　
　　 He promised with his character for more than 100 years that Xia Tuo is absolutely fooling around. If he doesn't have any bad ideas, his fat brother will walk with his hands from now on, and he will never go back.
　　
　　 Xia Tuo volleyed out of Daxia City, and the fat brother followed closely. He wanted to use his wisdom to poke through Xia Tuo's conspiracy.
　　
In fact, Xia Tuo’s strategy is divided into three steps. The first step is to invite the leaders of the three uncles to the ancient city of Qingteng. As for expelling the ghost clan, it is just an excuse. If the three uncles fail, then the next two The steps are meaningless.
　　
　　The second step is...
　　
　　 The third step is...
　　
　　...... These three steps......
　　
　　……
　　
　　 Purple Dianbo Department.
　　
　　 Thousands of miles away from the purple electric family, Xia Tuo felt a strong thunderous aura. The purple electric and silver light ran across the sky, and the purple light and the silver light intertwined to form a thunder field.
　　
　　 Compared with the thunderous air of Zidian Bo, the original Kuilei tribe was a younger brother, and there was no comparison between the two.
　　
　　 Standing on the wasteland, Xia Tuo's eyes were filled with purple light, and he looked towards the Purple Dianbo. In the depths of the Zidianbo tribe, a purple lightning pierced the sky and surrounded the purple thunder dragon.
　　
　　In the purple light, a golden giant phantom floated faintly. The luck of each tribe is hidden, and it is difficult for outsiders to peek, even if it is a god, unless the tribe is destroyed and forced to observe.
　　
　　Exhausted his eyesight, Xia Tuo still didn't see how much clan luck accumulated by Zidian Boss. He could feel that Zidian’s clan luck was far worse than his Daxia.
　　
　　 At this moment, the fat brother has already gone to the Purple Electronics Department.
　　
　　 A hundred miles away from the purple electric clan, a purple light divine electric traversed the void and greeted the fat brother in the sky.
　　
　　锵!
　　
　　In an instant, the small jade axe in Fat Brother's hand turned into a size of ten feet, and the purple electricity that exploded suddenly spread in the air.
　　
　　 "Whoever came, trespassed into the Zidian family's land and died."
　　
　　 "I'll go, your uncle's."
　　
　　 Fat brother cursed dissatisfiedly: "I'm his mother..."
　　
　　 Then he spoke and coughed slightly.
　　
　　 "Ah...I am the elder of the Great Xia Family. On the order of my Great Xia clan lord, I hereby invite Master Zidian to the Qingteng Ancient City Union League. This is a tribal document."
　　
　　 As he said, the fat man raised a pair of purple scrolls in his hands, and then closed his swollen belly, and he was out of the house. It meant Daxia, he could not scold others, he should just scold in his heart.
　　
　　 Then, a young man wearing purple and gold armor appeared in the electric light of the clan. He looked at the fat man with a scrutiny in his eyes, and his pupils flashed with disdain.
　　
　　 "Bring it."
　　
　　 Hearing the words, the fat brother threw the scroll in his hand, turned his head and left, it was not worth angering for a mess.
　　
Watching the fat brother go away, the young man in purple and gold armor looked at the purple scroll in his hand. There was a big summer totem mark on it, overflowing with brilliance. I looked around and found nothing wrong~EbookFREE.me~ quietly disappeared in mid-air. .
　　
　　 This scroll did not fall into the hands of Zi Wuxiao, the owner of the Zidian clan, but was handed over to a golden giant sitting in the depths of the clan by the Zijin youth.
　　
　　 The scroll is opened, and the record on it is also very simple, that is, the owner of Zidian clan is invited to the ancient city of Qingteng to solve the problem of the horror of the ghost clan in the wild northwestern land.
　　
　　 This matter involves extraterritorial forces, members of the northwest, Daxia and Zidian, living together under the same sky, each other's brotherhood, and so on. They should assume the responsibility of Jingping Northwest.
　　
　　 In the end, Xia Tuo, the lord of the Daxia clan, bowed down and said respectfully.
　　
　　 After reading the scroll, the giant golden armor remained silent, his eyes opened and closed, as if two golden giant ponds were derived.
　　
　　 Then the huge body burst out with golden light, and when the golden light dissipated, it turned into an ordinary-sized golden robe warrior, but the beard and hair were all golden.
　　
　　 "Go down and keep on patrolling."
　　
　　The man in Jinpao walked towards the Zidian Clan Hall. Zi Wuxiao, who was sitting cross-legged in the hall, saw the man in Jinpao appear, got up and said, "Lord Long, what can I tell you."
　　
　　 He had already sensed the outside sound earlier, but it was no longer his clan leader that really took the lead in the Purple Dianbo.
　　
　　 Then, Zi Wuxiao saw a purple light flying towards him, accompanied by a biting voice.
　　
　　 "Go to Qingteng this time, I will go with you."