No one expected that Sanzhu Dongtian would be such a ghost, and he would let Shenhou Yuanshen succumb to an old body.

At this moment, the four warriors of the Longbo Holy Land and the Liujiao Holy Land were not calm, although the Shenhou Yuan Shen was trapped in the body of the martial artists of the Manifestation Realm, but the Divine Hou was the Divine Hou, and the power and supernatural powers that erupted would inevitably exceed the Manifestation Realm.

As a direct participant in the battle of luck, the martial artists of the two major caves have already been mentioned in advance by the clan, and the three major caves must expel the mountains and seas in advance.

The three caves hide a god Hou Yuanshen, who is guarded against?

It's obvious!

Once they joined forces and took the lead in expelling Shanhai Dongtian and Great Xia, the rest would be their bad luck.

"Uncle!"

Looking at the old man sealed in the beam, Mu Jiuhan shouted, in this short period of time, even if he had lived for a long time and experienced a lot of time, he was a little in a trance.

Mountains and seas cave heaven!

Could it be that this mountain and sea cave is so naïve!

In order to allow the ancestor to seal the primordial god into the body of the Manifestation Realm, and also to prevent it from being detected by luck, the three cave heavens spent a great price, and this price was enough to create a god marquis.

But it was mixed by a fat man.

Feeling the light in the eyes of Long Bo and the martial artists of the Six Jiao Holy Land, Mu Jiuhan didn't know what to do for a while!

"Hurry up!"

At this time, the fat brother's urging voice sounded again in Xia Tuo's spiritual world, obviously the fat man couldn't support it, and it was not easy to control the primordial spirit of a god.

Xia Tuo had already reacted, although things were beyond his expectations, but fortunately, he was barely out of control.

"Fat Elder, this old-timer should be interested in this alliance, not necessarily to participate in the battle of luck. ”

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Xia Tuo's body, what a good one to open his eyes and talk nonsense, and he fell asleep when he came, is this interested in the charter of the battle of luck?

"Xia Clan Lord, pay attention to your identity. ”

Then, the fat brother looked at Xia Tuo with neither yin nor yang, and said word by word.

Suddenly, everyone saw Xia Tuo's expression, and then he was frustrated, and there was anger in his eyes, but he suppressed it and didn't speak.

"That's right, Uncle Ancestor is here to observe the rules of the Battle of Luck. ”

Fortunately, at this moment, Mu Jiuhan reacted, and slid down the pole handed over by Xia Tuo, of course, he didn't mean to be grateful to Xia Tuo at all.

Believe it or not, anyway, Uncle Ancestor came to see the Fortune War Covenant to make a charter.

Yes, it must be bitten to death~!

"Humph!"

The fat brother snorted coldly, withdrew the jade axe in his hand, and at the moment when the beam was extinguished, an old voice sounded.

"In the land of the Spirit Clan, the Divine Marquis stops!"

The next moment, a cyan figure flashed, and then the old man of the Yuan God also disappeared, and the thick white mist outside was rolling, and it was the ancestor of the Spirit Clan who made a move.

"Xia Clan Lord, pay attention to your identity. ”

Just when everyone hadn't withdrawn their gaze, the fat brother's voice sounded again, and he couldn't hear any emotion, everyone's eyes fell on Xia Tuo's body in response, and they saw Xia Tuo's expression that he wanted to stop talking and couldn't volatilize his anger.

"Humph!"

Seeing everyone's eyes looking over, the fat brother snorted domineeringly, looking at him, but whether it was Long Bo, or the martial artists of Sanzhu or Liujiao Holy Land, they didn't touch his eyes and turned to the side.

For a while, he suddenly fell into a strange silence, Da Xia, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know how to speak.

As soon as the fat brother made a move, he interrupted Mu Jiuhan's situation of wanting to control the rhythm of the alliance, and as for the martial artists of the Longbo Holy Land and the Liujiao Holy Land, they were shocked by the fat brother's move.

Xia Tuo saw this scene in his eyes, and he was also very anxious, and he was scared after finishing the calf.

We don't know when the fat man got this method.

It's okay now, and they're all lost.

The fat brother also understood in front of him, he was so energetic that he scared these people.

As soon as he thought of this, there was no need for Xia Tuo to say it, he snorted coldly: "What are you doing in a daze, isn't it a alliance, yes." ”

"300,000 people, three supernatural powers manifest in the Holy Realm, three in the Manifest Saint Realm, five supernatural powers and one heavy, two Wu Sects, but these are all set by you, I don't want to lose face in the mountains and seas.

In this way, my cave master said that the rules you made are quite regular, so take a head and a tail, and remove the manifestation realm in the middle. ”

After speaking, the fat brother's eyes searched around, fell on the martial artist of the Liujiao Holy Land, and asked, "Do you have any opinions?"

"Just right. ”

Hearing this, Jiao fainted and arched his hand and said, it doesn't hurt to have a martial artist in the Law Phase Realm, anyway, there are few people, the martial artists of the Six Jiao Holy Land stimulate the bloodline, and the supernatural power can match the ordinary Law Phase Realm.

"Yes. ”

Long Jingshi also echoed, and after he spoke, Long Yaoshi on the side did not say much.

At this moment, seeing the two major cave heavenly martial artists looking towards him, Mu Jiuhan knew that the matter had come to this point, and it was useless to oppose it, after all, the rift had already been generated.

"Okay, then it's settled, and you can discuss it next. ”

After speaking, the fat brother closed his eyes and didn't say much, at this time, he didn't mention how beautiful it was in his heart, the conscience of heaven and earth finally let him seize the opportunity, let Xia Tuo cooperate with him, and swept away the resentment of being oppressed for many years.

Refreshing!

"The battle of luck is based on the totem battle contract of the tribal alliance a long time ago, even if it is impossible to follow the oldest ritual of the human race because of the changes of the times, but the rules still have to be told, right. ”

Seeing that no one made a sound, Xia Tuo said softly, and his tone was not domineering at all.

"What the Xia clan lord said is right. ”

Immediately afterwards, the Black Dragon Clan Lord echoed and said: "We should follow the rules, we must formulate detailed contract rules, so that Great Xia can fight the most fairly, even if it loses, it will be convinced." ”

At this time, Long Yaoshi was stunned for a moment, glanced at Long Jingshi beside him, and then said: "The initial rules have been set, but they are not strict, in order to prevent any accidents from happening, such as returning to the ancient soldiers, the seal of the gods, the decree, and any seizure must be expressly prohibited, and put it in the contract to announce to the heavens, and those who violate it will not be able to live forever." ”

Long Yaoshi's words made the corners of Mu Jiuhan's mouth twitch.

"Not bad!"

Xia Tuo also nodded and said, "Since the number of people participating in the battle of luck has been decided, let's discuss the details in detail." ”

......

Outside the clouds and mist, Ling Lao Zu's body stood in the void, under the cover of the white mist, his body seemed to be illusory, quietly looking at the four great uncles and the martial artists of the Cave Heaven Holy Land who were discussing the details on the top of the mountain.

There was a glint in his eyes, making it impossible to guess what was going on in his heart.

After a long time, the Ling Ancestor's eyes suddenly turned into a murderous glow.

"It's not time yet!"

In an instant, an illusory sound entered the spirit world of Ling Old Ancestor, and then the killing light in his eyes calmed down, and he returned to his turbid appearance again.

"Daqi will not take the rise and fall of the Wasteland Terran as a price, not before, and not in the future!"

The low voice floated between the white mist, but it was imprisoned within a three-foot radius of the Spirit Ancestor's body, and it did not spread to the outside in the slightest.

"Where is the future!"

Spirit Ancestor muttered, and the figure disappeared into the mist.

"The wasteland has never had a great revelation, but the great revelation has brought disaster to the wasteland. ”

An illusory figure appeared in the white mist, dressed in a robe lined with dragon patterns, golden crows, and laurel moons, wearing a flat sky crown and stepping on dragon boots.

The face of the phantom can be seen dimly as the face of a young man, vaguely immature.

After three breaths, the phantom shook its head and completely dissipated between the clouds and mist.

......

In addition to the Cave Heaven Holy Land, the four major uncles and the Dongtian Holy Land discussed for half a month, listing thousands of rules.

It is forbidden for any power beyond the Divine Power Manifestation Realm to appear, whether it is an ancient divine weapon, a witchcraft, a true spirit, a puppet, a war beast, or an armor、...... Seizure, reincarnation, the imprint of the gods, the decree of the law, and so on.

......

The realm of the powerhouse of the Wuzong realm must not exceed the mid-stage realm of the Wuzong, and the puppets must not be controlled, and the curses, bloodline taboos, blood sacrifices, evil laws, etc. must not be preset in advance.

......

The sprinkling battle contract was full of white dragon skins, and the dragon skins produced by the white dragon at the peak of the lord were not enough to write.

It is more than 100,000 words, and it is almost written that eating, drinking, Lazar and sleeping, it can be said that it really follows the honest rules of the ancient human race, and everyone uses the same strength to fight.

The white dragon skin was spread on the top of the mountain, and there were dense words on it, and there was a little blood stain at the bottom, which was the mark left by the masters and the cave warriors.

With this mark, who dares to play with flowers, then just wait for the end.

This contract is mainly to limit the martial artists of the highest realm, and the further down they go, the more they go down, the martial artists of the Heavenly Vein and the Kaishan Realm have no restrictions, and what are the swords, guns, and clubs.

After all, there are 300,000 people, and nine out of ten are martial artists below the Shenzang Realm, and the totem battle contract, the main battle is these ordinary warriors from various departments, generally speaking, the higher the strength, the more they will shoot at the end.

This contract was divided into four parts, each of which had the breath of the warriors of the four clans, to be precise, the Dongtian Holy Land also wore the skin of the tribe to participate in the war.

"A year later, in the Thousand Firmaments, the battle of luck begins!"

Leaving the next sentence, Mu Jiuhan took the lead in leaving with Mu Qingyun, he needed to go back and report the cave master about the unexpected things about the alliance this time, so that the clan could prepare early.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Tuo and Fat Brother also left in a hurry, and the remaining Liujiao and the warriors of Longbo Holy Land looked at each other, arched their hands tacitly, tore through the clouds and disappeared on the top of the mountain.

Watching everyone disappear, the figure of the Spirit Ancestor appeared.

"A year later, the Thousand Firmament Realm!"

"I've been waiting for 10,000 years, and it's finally here!"

The illusory figure reappeared, even if it was a phantom, there was still a momentum that looked at all directions.

"Ancestor, don't get involved in the Spirit Clan, this is not a war of the Spirit Clan. ”

Hearing this, Ling Ancestor was stunned for a moment and shook his head slightly.

"Without the Great Apocalypse, the Spirit Clan would have perished a long time ago, and I, the old bone, can still afford the Spirit God Spear, for the Great Apocalypse, for the King of Jingtian, for the people who have died of resentment over the years, a battle"