The ancient poor ancient tribe, or the poor marquis department, naturally there will not be only two and a half kings, the heritage of the tribe is not only the number of strong people, but also the embodiment of influence.

Among the ancient tribes and Hou tribes who are friends with the poor ancient clan, there are two half-kings who appeared, both of whom were one of the strongest people in the Wanqiong royal domain hundreds of years ago, and now they are willing to become poor protectors.

In addition to this time, the true one self-only powerhouse under the half-king, the true one realm of life, and the warriors of the dead realm are even more beyond imagination, inheriting the eternal marquis department, and the influence is enough to spread throughout the entire Wanqiong royal domain.

Unlike the Kunshan Royal Domain, which wants to try its best to send away the luck of the war, it is the Kunshan Royal Domain that has no way but to leave in a hurry, and the Wanqiong Royal Domain is different, before leaving the Wanqiong Royal Domain, he will inevitably make sufficient preparations.

The half-king strong man protects the way, and the poor man even uses his influence to gather the young generation of warriors in the Wanqiong Royal Domain, maybe these young warriors are just a real realm, but the journey of the war in the royal domain is a real experience of blood and fire.

For many talented warriors, what is missing is an opportunity, but also luck, maybe with the luck of the war after embarking on the journey, the strength will increase by leaps and bounds, and in one fell swoop can break through the combat power of half a king, becoming the real guardian of the war.

Mountaintop!

Wearing a blue battle suit, there is a poor man standing with his hands in his hands, and his robe is inlaid with gold trim lines, which makes the whole robe look a little mysterious, and what is even more mysterious is the poor himself.

The fire of luck and war was coming, and a magnificent momentum manifested out, and the whole person stood there as calm as a mountain.

"Ah Hao, there is news below, congenital blameless left the Wanqiong King Domain, and it should be that he has embarked on the road to the ancestral land alone!"

A middle-aged warrior, in a blue battle suit, with a touch of perseverance on his face, this is one of the two and a half kings who have come to protect the poor marquis, and there is no howl!

"Let him go, everyone has his own ambition!"

Shaking his head slightly, he replied in a voice, just like when he went to Qingyang Huan, before the luck war was ignited, he also went to the congenital blamelessness, trying to recruit him, but unfortunately failed.

In the same war, the conquest was defeated by him without blame, and he once fought side by side in the ancient burial ground, but unfortunately the competition will not give in the slightest.

It is not uncommon to embark on the road to the ancestral land alone, the war of each royal domain can only be carried by one person, but the number of warriors is too much, and under such a scene, many people will set foot on the ancestral road alone.

Of course, there is no war to bear, and there is no danger from foreign attacks, but without the guidance of luck and war, the road to the ancestral land has a gloomy future, and it is very easy to get lost.

The ancestral land is too far away for young warriors, so far that many times, the ancestral land is just a hope in the heart, along the way thousands of mountains and rivers, holes and turbulent currents, full of countless unknown dangers.

The warriors who can make up their minds to embark on the ancestral road, every one of them is a person with great perseverance, because in their road ahead, many times it is a dead end, and they move forward knowing that it is a dead end, and they do not dare to move forward without a mind that ordinary people can hardly have.

"There is also news that the Qingyang Huan you are looking for has disappeared in the royal city before the battle of luck, as for when it disappeared, it is impossible to find out, but the family members who went with him are still in the city, and they will definitely come back!"

A flash of thought flashed in his eyes, and he was a little puzzled, he didn't believe that Qingyang Huan would be cowardly, and disappear when the luck war was fighting, there must be other more important things.

What exactly is it?

It's so important that he doesn't even care about the luck of the war, you must know that when he went to look for Qingyang Huan before, that kind of fighting spirit couldn't be hidden.

Before he could speak, the poor Wuxiao behind him spoke up again: "It is said that the people in the city have seen him meet Mo Yao, a strong man of the older generation hundreds of years ago, several times, and after he left, the figure of the old man Mo Yao also disappeared into the royal city. ”

"In other words, the two of them disappeared together!" said a poor voice.

"I know that old thing in Mo Yao. The void rippled slightly, and an old figure appeared, and the person who came was the second half-king powerhouse of the Poor Hou Department, and there was a poor hunt.

When he saw the old man, both the poor and the poor all bowed down to salute, but the old man waved his hand casually, indicating that there was no need to be polite.

"The old guy is a martial artist of the same generation as me, and his talent was barely first-class in the royal domain back then, but it's a pity that after such a long time, many people who were more talented than him at the beginning were buried in the years, and this old guy became more and more nourishing the more he lived, and he entered the half-king. ”

Hearing this, there is a poor eye squinting slightly, good talent does not mean that the strength is strong, and can live longer, the dead genius can only be a pile of meat.

"In the past few years, Old Man Mo Yao has exchanged his collection for some divine materials in the major ancient clans in the royal domain, and it is estimated that all his collections have been consumed!"

"If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!"

"Okay, now that the war is in my poverty, no matter how much the old thing in Moyao has a demon, it has nothing to do with us, Ah Wei is ready to prepare, we should go, out of the Wanqiong King Domain, the real challenge will come." ”

There are poor hunters squinting their cloudy eyes, and they don't care about the worries of being poor and uncomplaining, such as today's fate is poor, and all they have to do is to protect it well, as for the others, no matter what kind of creation, they are just passing by.

"What people!"

However, in the next moment, the mild-faced Youqi Hunt disappeared in his eyes, and the cold killing machine pierced the void like divine lightning, stirring in lightning, and a large area of the void trembled and distorted.

It was also at this moment that the two of them directly protected Youqian in the center and looked towards the void.

"Old headhunter, you haven't died yet, I haven't heard from you for so long, I thought you had gone, I originally thought that I would go to the poor tribe to burn some blood incense or something for you in person, but it seems that there is no need. ”

A little silver light bloomed in the distorted void, and a sharp edge cut the heavenly dome, and the sound was transmitted from the cave void world behind it.

"Mo Yao!"

The corners of Youqiu's mouth twitched, although they did not reveal their murderous intentions, but the two of them did not slack off in the slightest.

"What are you doing here, do you want to be my poor protector? ”

Staring at the space barrier torn apart on the sky, a silver-light Tissot several feet in size shouted endlessly.

However, his eyes quickly fell on a cyan figure beside Mo Yao, not only him, but also the poor and poor eyes all fell on the figure beside the old man Mo Yao.

Qingyang Huan!

Sure enough, Qingyang Huan got together with the old man Mo Yao!

"Protector, it's a pity that the old man has already promised to protect others!" Old Man Mo Yao shook his head.

On the Sky Survey, Qingyang Huan's eyes stared directly at Youqi, even the two and a half kings and powerhouses who were protecting him were ignored.

"You ......"

Soon, there was a trace of doubt in You's poor eyes, and soon this doubt turned into shock!

He actually ...... I actually felt the same breath from Qingyang Huan's body!

Luck war!

That's right, it's the breath of luck and war, and only those who are also carriers of luck and war can have it.

How can it be?

Where did Qingyang Huan get the war from!

"What's wrong with Ah Yu!"

Seeing the frightened change in Youqi's expression, Youqian couldn't help frowning, although he couldn't sense the luck of the war, but when he cultivated to such a state, he already had a whim of the sense, and vaguely felt an unknown change.

"I'm here to get Wan Qiong's luck war!"

For the surprise of the poor, Qingyang Huan seemed to have not seen it, and said to him word by word.

What the!

Hearing Qing Yang Huan's words, two killing machines pierced the sky in an instant, and Poor Hunting and Poor Wuxiao immediately locked on Qing Yang Huan, and the next moment he was going to be completely beaten into blood.

Soon, Youqi also reacted, suppressing the agitation in his heart, he didn't know what happened in the past few days when Qingyang Huan disappeared, but it made him feel a threat.

"It's up to you to see if you have that ability!"

"Ahh

"Maybe it's all going to be mine. ”

The same said word by word, there was a high fighting spirit rising, he had already noticed that Qingyang Huan was different from before, so he didn't spare the slightest.

And he also believes that as long as he defeats Qingyang Huan, what he carries in Qing Yang Huan will belong to him if he doesn't know the creation.

"The competition among the juniors, I think let's go to the side and see, do you say it? ”

The old man Mo Yao said with a smile, jumped directly from the Sky Survey Shuttle, and stood in front of Youqian Hunting and Youqi Wuxiao.

Airplanes!

In an instant, the purple lightning and silver light above the top of the mountain broke through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, causing the warriors who came and went under the mountain and around to raise their heads one after another.

"Look!"

In the purple lightning and silver light, two figures stood in the void, surrounded by thunder.

"It's poor, who is who!"

However, no one reacted at all, and the two figures collided together.

Boom!

The big hand was held weakly, a big spear was condensed in an instant, the purple gold divine light washed like a heavenly river falling, and the ancient reckless lines of the Dao flowed.

Thundered!

There was a roar in Qingyang Huan's body, and 12,960 reckless patterns intertwined and formed into a Dao Law Divine Chain.

The void exploded like a dazzling purple sun, shining on the mountains and rivers, without the slightest fancy, and the war spear was held by him and struck forward.

In this instant, an ancient beast shadow hovered behind him, and thirteen beasts manifested in unison, moving in sync with the war spear.

Thundered!

In an instant, the sky above the top of the mountain exploded with immeasurable divine light, and the azure streamer was drowned out by the purple light and beast roar in the sky, and the void within a radius of hundreds of miles was involved, and large areas collapsed.

Burst!

A blue figure flew upside down from the purple gold divine light in the sky, and red blood spilled onto the heavens and the earth.