The dark clouds pressed the realm, and for a while, Xia Tuo sensed his spiritual thoughts, and he was a little stuck in the purple qi world, and his thoughts became jerky in the flow of his thoughts.

Although he had not yet realized the transparency of the purple qi of the clan's fortune, he also understood that there would be a storm when the dark clouds covered the sun, which was not a good sign.

Soon, the stagnation in the purple qi that originated from the clan's fortune also spread to his spiritual world, and even his own thoughts became obstructed.

"Qingyang, or Luyou?"

At this moment, Xia Tuo frowned, and after his mind flowed for more than ten breaths, his heart was full of enlightenment.

This is a warning from the clan fortunes, and it is obvious that something about the ups and downs of the Great Xia clan fortunes is about to be born.

......

Qingyang Bobu.

The ancient Shengwang Mountain Range is like a giant beast lying in the clan land under most of the mountain range, with ancient trees and curved trees, bubbling clear springs, green waters and green mountains.

In the depths of the clan land, a pillar of fortune stands in the center, towering into the sky, purple glow, steaming, dense vitality ups and downs.

Purple gas is like a god, swirling around the mountains and wilderness for hundreds of miles, the glow is ten thousand ways, and the rui qi is full of energy.

In the purple qi pillar, a green sheep with two curved horns and a fine green liner attached to the whole body is lying cross-legged, even if it is lying cross-legged, it is thousands of feet high, swallowing purple gas between breaths, and the purple air overflows, spilling towards the tribe below.

At the same time, Dao Dao purple qi rose thousands of feet into the air and converged on Qingyang's body.

The purple qi and aura mixed together by the green sheep tickled the general trend of luck in a radius of two hundred miles.

In the low mountains next to the edge of the Shengwang Mountain Range, the Marquis of Xunfeng sat in an inconspicuous mountain col, gathering his breath and constantly observing the changes in the Qingyang Uncle.

It has been almost a month since he came to the Qingyang Clan, but there is nothing to worry about the Qingyang Uncle, fortunately, he is not in a hurry, if there is no mutation, it is naturally the best, and it will save trouble.

......

In the center of the Qingyang clan, a stone hall carved like a huge green sheep lies on the surface.

In the main hall, the decoration is luxurious, and the ground is covered with a pale cyan jade, exuding a faint aura.

These treasures are similar to semi-spirit crystals, and they can be directly used for cultivation for ordinary martial artists.

The stone pillar standing in the hall is carved with the god pattern of the green sheep, the appearance of all kinds of green sheep, there are walking and lying and entrenched and angry, the eyes of the green sheep on each depiction are carved out of the green jade cereal, and the scales are also carved out of the rare precious jade.

Qingyang Lianshan sat on the jade throne in the depths of the main hall, and the throne under him was a treasure accumulated by the Qingyang clan for generations, and it was a witch treasure that could gather aura.

"Clan Master, the territory of the nine-headed bird in the depths of the Holy King Mountain Range has still not been opened, this beast is tyrannical by nature, and it has never been polite to the Terran warriors, I think we should migrate along the original road of the Holy King Mountain, so it is safer." ”

The Great Elder of Qingyang, Qingyang, withered out and said.

"The nine-headed bird is just a beast, even if it is cultivated to the realm realm, it is nothing, sooner or later it will be good-looking. ”

For the words of the Great Elder, Qingyang Lianshan did not show much worry, the fierce beasts in the Holy King Mountain Range all have territories, and they will not go out of their respective territories easily, but people are alive and can completely detour.

As soon as the words changed, Qingyang Lianshan looked at the high priest and asked in a deep voice, "High priest, are you ready?"

The old green sheep high priest wore a simple beast bone helmet on his head, with two strong and curved horns on it, and the surface of the horns was pitted, one by one, and there were faint runes looming.

"It's almost ready, the descendants of all the veins have been ordered, the elite soldiers have been called up recently, and the people in the clan have also received the news of entering the Saint King Mountain Range to dig ore veins. ”

"That's good. ”

Qingyang Lianshan chanted, and for a while, the three figures in the hall were silent, and it was not easy for Qingyang Bobu, who had been inherited for so long, to go.

This go, in the eyes of outsiders, is equivalent to giving up the majesty of belonging to the Bobu, and becoming a bloodline group like the Luyou clan.

Of course, since Qingyang has decided to go, it naturally has a complete plan, and the change in the situation in the northwest is just an opportunity to promote.

Rather for the head of the chicken than for the tail of the phoenix, this point is applicable to many people, there is a big man on the head to manage, how can you make your own decisions and do what you want.

"Great Elder, High Priest, this migration may not be an opportunity for our Qingyang, three generations of clan masters have been preparing for these years, and they have never been able to make up their minds, this turmoil in the northwest just helped us make a decision. ”

Qingyang Lianshan's eyes burned, and then said: "Although the road ahead is difficult, if I Qingyang breaks through, we may not have a chance to get a piece of the pie in the chaotic era of border wilderness." ”

As soon as Qingyang Lianshan said this, the eyes of the two old men who were silent in the hall suddenly lit up.

"I took the Dongtian Witch Treasure inherited from the clan and led a part of the clansmen to go first, and now after settling down in the southeast Qishan Mountain of the Holy King Mountain Range, I will then migrate the clansmen in batches. ”

The Qingyang Bobu has been inherited for so many years, and the ancestor was a loose cultivator who escaped from the periphery of the Shengwang Mountain Range, and picked up a magical sheep bone in the Shengwang Mountain Range, and then gathered the scattered people, so that the Qingyang tribe was born.

And when I got a witch treasure cave heaven back then, the area was more than ten miles away, for such a large group of Qingyang Bobu, the bearing of this cave treasure was limited, and it was not large.

Not only that, but they don't want outsiders to know about their migration, so they can only migrate in batches, moving the most important lineage first, to ensure the foundation of the clan.

......

Soon night fell, the starlight filled the sky, the bright starlight continued to fall, the laurel moon was in the sky, and the purple light of the Qingyang clan was scorching under the night, as if a purple flower realm was half buckled on the wasteland.

In the clan land, every household of the Qingyang tribe lit a beast fire, in addition to the patrolling soldiers, the noisy voices of each family gradually fell, and the cry of the doll could be faintly heard.

This scene looked no different from the countless nights in the Great Wilderness, and many people began to rest, after all, they still needed to go out hunting tomorrow, or gather herbs and spirit fruits.

......

In the depths of the mountains and wilderness in the distance, the breath of Xunfeng Hou was silent, looking towards the clan land of the Qingyang Bo tribe, and seeing that everything was as quiet as before, the breeze was blowing, and the wild grass was swaying.

The night was getting deeper, and the stars in the sky were obscured.

Xun Fenghou looked into the sky, foggy?

In the blink of an eye, the night sky, which had just been full of stars, suddenly dimmed, and it looked very gloomy, and the wind was mixed with coldness.

Wrong!

Suddenly, Xun Fenghou sensed that something was wrong.

He turned his head to look into the depths of the Saint King Mountain Range, the mountains were hazy at night, like a giant beast hibernating, and in the silence of the mountains, it seemed that there were countless dark shadows rolling in in a trance.

For a time, the ghost sound in the depths of the mountain range was bitter, the gold and iron were sonorous, and at night, the ghosts were numerous, boundless, dense, like a night road of ten thousand ghosts.

Among these figures were figures in tattered animal robes, soldiers in armor, and some in ancient chariots, all of whom were not living beings.

At this moment, the army of ten thousand ghosts pulsed out from the Holy King Mountain.

Boom!

In an instant, a Xuanhuang big stick appeared in Xun Fenghou's hand, and a huge figure of a saint appeared behind him, holding a big stick and splitting a batch, tearing the sky, thousands of miles of mountains and fields roared, and countless ghosts dissipated like snow under the big stick.

This blow alarmed the silent Qingyang Bobu.

Qingyang Lianshan stood tall in the sky, and when he saw the clouds rolling in the Eastern Saint King Mountain Range, his expression changed, his eyes flashed with changes, and he made a difficult decision.

The energy fluctuations coming from the Saint King Mountain Range, even if they were hundreds of miles away, still made him tremble, this kind of existence that was enough to easily annihilate him.

Between life and death, it seems that all choices are much easier.

"High priest, bring the totem bone. ”

In an instant, he turned into a streamer and rushed into the depths of the clan.

"Qingyang clan soldiers, engage in battle!"

Soon, the roar of Qingyang Lianshan spread throughout the entire Qingyang tribe.

In the east of the tribe, the black clouds were like a river bursting its banks, surging forward, and in just a few breaths across the wasteland outside the tribe, the grass and trees withered and the creatures turned into bones.

In the long river of yin qi, countless ghost shadows roared and roared, making people frightened when they heard it, and ghosts were full of ghosts, and these ghost shadows were born to eat flesh and blood, and draw vitality.

In the mountain range, Xun Fenghou waved the Heavenly Soldier Tianxuan Bone Stick in his hand, and every time he made a shot, he would blow up dozens of miles of mountains and fields, however, there were too many of these ghosts, and every time the place was cleared, it would be filled with ghosts again in the blink of an eye.

These ghosts walked in the direction of the Qingyang Bobu, and then he was full of battle qi like a furnace, turned around and rushed in the direction of the Qingyang Bobu, and a vacuum broke through where he passed.

Kill, kill, kill!

Yin Qi washed into the Qingyang clan's land, and the clansmen of the Qingyang clan everywhere are fighting with ghosts, although these ghosts are hideous, most of them are ordinary ghosts, as long as they are totem warriors, they can be steamed dry with scorching blood.

But there are too many ghosts, and with every breath, many Qingyang people will be embraced by the ghosts, and then turn into a pile of white bones.

Not to mention that there are still a lot of ghost soldiers and ghost generals in broken armor among these ghosts, and they can mobilize a lot of ghost soldiers and ghosts.

Ghosts are pervasive, and the blood is everywhere they pass, and some ghosts will even fight each other in order to absorb blood, making people look creepy.

Xun Fenghou, who rushed into the land of the Qingyang clan, roared: "Where is the lord of the Qingyang clan, why can't he afford a big array!"

"Where is the Qingyang clan master, why can't he afford a big array!"

......

Xun Fenghou's voice echoed in the Qingyang Clan, and his previous collision with the ghost in the mountain range was enough to give the Qingyang Boss time to react.

But at this moment, there was no response at all, and between the spiritual flows, he didn't notice the divine power realm aura in the Qingyang clan at all, even if it was the divine hidden realm breath, there were only a few four paths.