Daxia tribe palace.

"Are you really willing to lead your troops to join us?"

This time, Xia Tuo's expression became solemn, looking at the giant river in front of him, and asked word by word.

Jujiang looked up, moved the corners of his mouth for several breaths, and there was a struggle in his expression, which eventually turned into a touch of firmness.

"yes."

Xia Tuo said without stopping, and he still spoke out.

"There is no more Julingbo tribe."

"The Giant Spirit Totem surrendered to my Daxia Jumang."

"The Juling Bo's troops will be split up. You need to bring the bloodline of the Giant Spirit Clan Lord's lineage into Daxia City to live."

"Accept the purple Qi Strip Seal of the Great Xia Qiyun Level."

Every word from Xia Tuo made Ju Jianghe tremble, his mouth was filled with pain, his eyebrows were thick, and his veins were swelling under his body.

Xia Tuo was not in a hurry to see this and quietly looked at the Giant River. The Giant Spirit Clan Lord in this way was enough to reflect the current situation of the Giant Spirit Border tribe.

The nine spiritual tribes killed each other. Although the giant spirits were not that good, they were afraid they would not be much better.

"My giant river has the totem of the giant spirit-Born tribe for thousands of years, and the ancestors swear!"

After a stick of incense, the giant river that came back to his senses raised his right hand.

"If my giant river says that there is emptiness, the giant spirit will not exist."

Now, Xia Tuo was even more sure that the Julingbo tribe was really going to a dead end. The oath was not made easily. The oath of this world was not in the previous life. It was better to be able to hear a sound than fart. If you don’t obey the oath in the wasteland, you will be punished.

"Please take action by the clan leader!"

Ju Jianghe has a very low posture and directly regards himself as a subordinate of Daxia.

"Okay, it's not too late, let's go to the Julingbo tribe now."

After speaking, Xia Tuo and Ju Jianghe walked out of the hall. When they walked out of the inner city, he secretly sent a message to Xunfenghou who was practicing in the inner city, brought the old gourd and followed him to Julingbo's tribe.

Necessary precautions must be taken. After all, life only has one time, and life has no rehearsal.

...

On the way to the Giant Lingbo tribe, Xia Tuo learned a lot from the mouth of the Giant River, such as the Longbo Holy Land urging the transformation of snakes, green sheep, and deer tribes to join forces with Daxia to do something.

As previously guessed, the matter of the northwest of the Qingteng Alliance being divided by the four masters was secretly revealed to the four masters of the Longbo Holy Land.

Because he was afraid that Daxia would annex him, the four tribes united. Even though he knew that Longbo Holy Land did not dare to be kind, he had to stand up and boycott him when his own interests were about to be violated.

But I don’t know what happened. Some time ago, people from Longbo Holy Land stopped appearing. Even if the four tribes went to Zidian Bo’s tribe several times, they would return without success.

Xia Tuo clearly understood this point. The Longbo Holy Land was retracted. It was the former powerful man from Longbo Xian who came to peek at the Daxia earth veins. After being scared away, it seemed that it really worked. He defeated the enemy without fighting.

As for the unstable tribes in the territory of Daxia, the four uncles have no connection. Since they come to Daxia, Jujianghe will naturally not hide these things.

The group arrived at the Giant Spirit Clan in just two days. The Giant Spirit Clan is very different from the borderland Zhubo tribes. The other Bo tribes chose the strange and dangerous peaks, and the Lingdi Cave Heaven was the tribe land.

The tribe of the Julingbo tribe is on a wilderness, which has many tall stone pillars, and stone mountains are irregularly scattered on the wasteland.

After a long period of erosion, these stone pillars have long weathered from the surface to the depths, and holes can be seen emerging.

Some weathered giant rocks look like stone platforms from a distance, like giant axes, stone guns, stone spears, etc. Each one is very large, the smallest one is hundreds of feet tall and the largest one is thousands of feet tall, and it plunges into the depths of the earth.

These huge rocks are filled with a faint simplicity of vicissitudes of life. Some stones are also carved with traces of sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and plants. However, these traces are not ancient and should have been carved by the Giant Spirit tribe themselves.

Xia Tuo was familiar with this aura, the giants.

From Wuwu's mouth, he learned that the giants were descendants of the Kuafu gods. Once on the wild land, there was a Kuafu kingdom. The lowest mountain there was a Kuafu gods, and the Kuafu gods lived.

Later, the Kingdom of God was destroyed and the Kwafu tribe was destroyed. The bloodline left behind was the Giant tribe. The Giant tribe inherited the bloodline of the Kwafu tribe, and also inherited the faith and temperament of the Kwafu tribe, worshiping the heaven and earth, observing the stars.

The giant tribe, a descendant of Kuafu, is actually a very large tribe, divided into countless branches, such as the earth giant, the flame giant, the gold and stone giant, etc.

The giant marks found in Tianlu Mountain before belong to the giant lineage of the earth.

The aura filled with rocks on the wasteland of the Giant Spirit Bo tribe is the same as the aura of the earth's giant lineage. However, after a long period of time, the aura of the giant has almost disappeared.

If Xia Tuo hadn't just come into contact with the earth giant's mark not long ago, he would have really ignored it.

There should be no idea how many heavy skins have been peeled off from these weathered stone tools in the wasteland of the Giant Spirit Birth. According to the stone tools created by the Giant Tribe, the smallest one is a thousand feet in size, and the largest one here is only a thousand feet in size.

Soon, Xia Tuo and his group stepped into the depths of the Giant Spirit tribe under the leadership of the Giant Spirit tribe and looked at the tribe fortune of the Giant Spirit tribe. They were as weak as the sunset, as thin as fog. In the vast ocean of purple air, a golden bird spread across the sky.

This big golden bird has an angry shape with a sharp corner of the mouth as if it was as sharp as an eagle's beak, and it seemed to have a glass crown on the top of the head. The feathers were red at the end of the tail, and the rest were gilded all over.

During every breath, when the feathers sway, the void seemed to be shaking a big wave.

"Gold-winged Roc?"

Xia Tuo sang lightly, then shook his head. It was not the golden-winged roc, and the tail of the golden-winged roc was not red, and it was gilded all over.

"Golden-winged bird."

After observing for a while, Xia Tuo's eyes fell on the totem of the Giant Lingbo tribe.

Only then did he realize that the humans of the Julingbo tribe were much larger than those of the Dahuang tribe. It was not because of blood, but because of the visualized totem and the practice of practice, which were passed down from generation to generation and evolved into such a physical body.

Below the golden-winged bird, a giant's divine shape was slightly blurred and had been pressed down by the golden-winged bird.

The golden-winged bird's wings crossed the sky, covering the sky belonging to the giant totem spirit. It was even more controlled by the golden-winged bird's huge claws, leaving only hard support and no power to resist.

This state is obviously completely suppressed by the Golden-winged Bird at any time.

In the center of the Giant Spirit Clan, there is a weathered altar two hundred feet high. The engraved patterns on the surface of the altar have been weathered, leaving only a blurred figure of giants.

This giant phantom is the totem of the Giant Spirit Bo tribe. The giant ancestor discovered this scattered huge rock wilderness on this wasteland, found the giant spirit figure with a thin mark left behind, and set up the Giant Spirit Bo tribe.

At this moment, there was a faint blood qi all over the altar. Xia Tuo frowned slightly, and then heard the giant river speak out: "In order to support the totem spirit, the high priest, with the young and strong clan, would cut his wrists every once in a while, and use the blood of the clan members to stimulate the vitality of the totem."

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo's frown stretched out. Although this method was cruel, it was still within his acceptance. The Giant Lingbo tribe rose because of the giant spirit and form on the altar. Over the years, sacrifices from generation to generation have long become one.

It is a good idea to sacrifice the totem spirit with the blood of the clan members, but this is also a way to treat the symptoms but not the root cause. In the end, the blood of the entire clan can only be dried.

It is estimated that the Giant Spirit Bo tribe has reached a desperate situation. Without the totem Spirit, the Giant Spirit Bo tribe tribe gradually disappeared, either letting blood to death or waiting to die.

There is no way out.

Xia Tuo came ten feet away from the altar of the stone platform. Looking at the blurry giant marks on the altar, the surface of the stone platform was very weathered. You can clearly see that the stone particles were connected to each other, and it seemed that they would break with a little force.

The next moment, a ray of purple light appeared on his body as he thought, and then the totem copper plate appeared, flew out from above his head, making a buzzing sound and gradually elevated into the air.

The purple air flows over and the power of sentient beings appears. Three totem marks begin to gradually emerge in the purple air. The nine-tailed heavenly fox, tiger dragon, and Qinyuan three totem spirits emerge.

Chiu!

In an instant, the golden-winged bird entrenched above the Giant Lingbo tribe made a loud cry, and its wings swelled, and the purple air in the sky rolled like a huge wave.

Two dazzling golden rays bloomed in the eyes of the golden-winged bird, as sharp as lightning, pierced through the sky and came towards the three totem seeds.

For a moment, it ignored the suppressed giant totem spirit and instinctively sensed the threat from the three innate totems on the opposite side.

At this moment, the giant totem spirit, who had been suppressed for decades, was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, swallowing and spitting purple air in a big mouthful, and slowly stood up, reaching a thousand feet high, with purple air surrounding like a purple belt.

Rumble!

At this moment, purple air rolled over the Giant Lingbo tribe, as if thunder exploded. Xia Tuo waved his hand and smashed the totem copper plate and left facing the golden-winged bird.

There was no move, only a burst of hard hits, and the competition was the power of sentient beings. The Daxia Bo tribe gathered the power of sentient beings derived from the people of the Eight Dao lands, easily overshadowing the Juling Bo tribe.

Chiu!

The moment of collision, the golden-winged bird sang loudly, and then a pair of golden claws that attacked were hit by Qinyuan and the tiger dragon respectively. The three innate true spirits were directly crushed.

There is nothing that is not a fancy thing, and it is not a fool, but it is just crushing directly. Three innate true spirits roll in, and they pierce into their bodies regardless of the sharp claws of the golden-winged bird.

Rumble!

The next moment, the golden-winged bird flew out and made a bursting cry. It retreated ten miles away, but the three innate true spirits followed closely, without any politeness, biting its butt, crushing and beating it all the way.

For a moment, in the vast ocean of purple air above the Giant Lingbo tribe, the golden-winged bird flapped its wings and kept crying to escape, and its golden body was knocked down a lot of light.
Chapter completed!