Wanshan City.
In a few years, most of the ancient tribes in the Lashan Ancient Land who once peeked at this ancient city have now given up their desire to spy.
From Qingyang Mountain southward to Wanshan City, the vast land of thousands of miles has completely disappeared.
Together, they became the hinterland controlled by the Qingyang clan.
Wanshan City Lord's Mansion.
Nowadays, the Qingyang clan is at the height of its power, and its momentum is like a rainbow.
The resources from Wanshan City are continuously sent back to Qingyang Mountain, supporting the development of the entire tribe.
In addition to the various magic tricks left by Qingyang Huan, the Qingyang clan The foundation is rapidly increasing.
"Now that the weather is getting colder, there may be ferocious beasts rioting in the Lashan Mountains, and it may even give those alien races who are deeply hidden an opportunity to take advantage.
This is why we have called everyone together."
In the hall, there are more than a dozen figures, including three city guards from Wanshan Ancient City.
In addition, there are also some rangers who protect Wanshan City and hunt the wilderness of Lashan.
But the most eye-catching thing is a strong man, with the protruding veins under the animal robe like a curved horned dragon, and leaning on a big bone stick of about ten feet under his feet, with a sinister aura lingering around him.
The strong man is none other than Wei Shan.
He is now ranked at the third level of the Soul-Shooting Realm and is the most powerful warrior under Qingyang Huan.
Two years ago, Qingyang Huan asked him to lead ten Soul-Shooting Realm warriors to sit in the mountain city and obey his orders.
The rise of Qingyang shocked Wanshan City.
He was the most unruly man in the past, but he had the most direct and forthright character.
Qingyanghuan gave him the opportunity to be promoted.
Now he is in the totem realm, but he keeps this kindness in his heart.
This is why Qingyanghuan values him. reason.
Perhaps the presence of Wei Shan with ten Spirit-Taking Realm warriors stationed in Wanshan City also made the rangers and warriors in the entire ancient city more cautious.
Fighting was prohibited in the city, and no one was allowed to fight outside the city.
Qingyangjue's eyes circled the entire hall.
In four years, the Qingyang clan had completely taken over this ancient city, and all of this was inseparable from his little cub.
Of course, he can't shout like that now.
His child is no longer the immature boy he used to be.
"Pay close attention to any unusual movements in the depths of Mount Lashan.
If there are ferocious beasts gathering somewhere, report it to the city lord immediately."
Outside the main hall, Qingyang Huan smiled slightly as he listened to Qingyang Jue's voice coming from the main hall.
Maybe the Qingyang clan is not strong yet, but it is developing rapidly, isn't it?
He can only do this now.
If there is a chance in the future, the Qingyang tribe will be even stronger.
If he can't even protect his relatives and tribe, how can he cultivate martial arts?
"Smelly little Ah Huan, are you leaving?"
While Qingyang Huan was in a trance, Qingyang Jue's voice came.
It turned out that the warriors in the hall had already dispersed, and his father came to him at some point.
Looking at his father, Qingyang Huan did not make a sound, but nodded.
The father and son couldn't help but be startled.
Finally, Qingyang Huan nodded and patted his shoulder with his big hand.
"Okay, okay, it's time to leave a long time ago.
Mount Lashan is too small.
The vast land outside is the place you should go.
Go to Mount Yao.
I heard that there is the Jiajue Palace there, where many geniuses from ancient places have gathered.
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"There is nothing wrong with the clan.
Now that you, I, are a master of the Totem Realm, and with the Spirit-Taking Realm warriors you left behind, our Qingyang Clan will only become stronger."
"Perhaps I will be the governor of Xinjiang when you come back in the future."
Qing Yangjue's voice kept talking, but at the end, the corners of his mouth were surging but no sound came out.
"Go ahead, no matter where you go, there are people from Qingyang behind you.
They may not be able to protect you from wind and rain, but they can fight bloody battles for you."
Three days later, Qingyang Huan appeared in Qingyang Mountain, met his mother and brother, and finally came to the Guxiu tribe.
Four years later, some young people from the Guxiu tribe also grew up.
During those most difficult days, in the Qingyang tribe, We passed with the help of others, but unfortunately there was still no news about Xie Rong.
Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, I looked at the outline of Qingyang Mountain across the land.
Qingyang Huan disappeared into the vast mountains and forests.
The mountains in the depths of Lashan Mountain are undulating, like a big dragon coiling over the earth.
The mountains and forests are filled with dense clouds, and from time to time, the sound of ferocious beasts can be heard.
There is a faint smell of decay in the forest.
The piles of fallen leaves are even several feet thick.
Under the rotten branches, poisonous insects, snakes and ants are lurking, and poisonous spiders the size of human heads are crawling.
This place is already very deep in Lashan Mountain.
A young warrior stood on the pile of rocks, his eyes constantly looking around, killing light splashing out, the aura on his body surging, as if he would take action immediately if there was any movement.
On the boulder not far from the young man, there was also a warrior ready to attack, the spear in his hand flashing with power.
Looking around, there are dozens or hundreds of young warriors here, either standing on huge rocks or hidden in the jungle, vaguely protecting the area for several miles.
Deep in the pile of rocks, there is a huge cave.
Cold wind is constantly blowing in the dark depths.
Lu Xiong and Wooden Kite stand guard in front of the cave, and Qingyang Huan steps into the depths of the cave. .
There is a cave deep in the cave, with dense stone pillars standing there.
The milky white stone pillars shine with a faint light, allowing you to see the surrounding environment slightly.
"Huang Zun, although there are no less than 10,000 aliens captured over the years, there are only less than 5,000 left now, which is not enough for me to condense the prototype of the totem."
"You want to build a totem based on the hidden source god form and use yourself as the main body.
The totems you want to gather are too huge.
It is enough to condense a small part.
As for the dead aliens, you will catch them."
Hearing this, Qingyang Huan nodded.
Over the years, he occasionally took the warriors he followed to hunt in many ancient places, and saw too many tribes being annihilated by foreign tribes.
Some tyrannical aliens even directly sacrificed the blood of an entire human tribe.
Whether they were young and strong, old, weak, women, children, or even infants, they were completely reduced to a pile of blood and bones without even knowing what the wilderness was.
Even though he knew in his heart that there was no right or wrong in the struggle between thousands of races in the wilderness and the survival and reproduction of their respective races, but when he saw those warriors of the same race being brutally killed, the throbbing deep in his blood was still uncontrollable.
Even if the human race It is divided into countless tribes, but the blood flowing deep in the bloodline traces back to the same root.
In the land of the human race, the alien races are so rampant.
It is hard to imagine how bloody and bloody the battlefields of the human race in the four directions of the sky are to resist the major alien races.
Seeing some things once may be accidental, but when such things are branded in your eyes again and again, and are engraved deep in your heart, you will gradually understand that the hatred that lasts for many years cannot be dissolved at all.
Putting aside the thoughts in his heart, Qingyang Huan headed towards the depths of the cave.
Beast fires were ignited inside, dispelling the darkness, and eyes flickered in the depths.
At the beginning, he used the totem method to transform himself into a totem, and over the years, as he perfected the Divine Treasure Realm, the method of incarnation as a totem has gradually been perfected
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