Chapter 684: Mysterious Clan God Realm

On Tianlu Mountain, purple air filled the air, completely covering Xia Tuo's figure, and the scene on the top of the mountain could not be seen clearly from outside.

The quasi-primordial spirit manifested in the world of luck, looking at the twenty pillars of luck that were as bright as gods, Xia Tuo's eyes revealed deep thought.

"A Tuo, are you trying to trick me?"

Wuwu turned into a stream of light, circling around Xia Tuo's body in circles. He instinctively felt that he was chilly. Without saying anything, it must be that the bad guy Xia Tuo had some conspiracy.

"What do you mean by the fate of the human race?"

"I don't know, I'm just a totem."

Wuwu stopped the figure, shook his head and said.

Xia Tuo didn't respond to this, and continued to murmur: "Since the birth of the human race, it has passed down three great ages, and the blood of the human race has spread all over the Nine Realms of the Wilderness, but no one has ever made it clear what the fate of the race is?

The totem is the foundation for the reunion of the human race, and the two complement each other. It is hard to say that luck is just a shrine, and you can only watch from a distance and not get close. "

"I don't know, I'm just a totem."

Wuwu cried with a small face and murmured.

"Okay, okay, I'll just say that what I know is what is in the inherited memory."

Nodding Wuwu's head, Xia Tuo waited for Wuwu's words. The general trend of clan fortune is a prosperous momentum of a tribe. Daxia is now merged into eleven paths, and there are dozens of supernatural powers under his command. As the head of the clan, he also Holding the seal signed by the heavens in your hand, is it possible that luck can only have a little protective effect?

As for luck, it is very deep and mysterious, and he doesn't think he can understand it completely, but right now, the mystery of luck is far from being brought into play.

"A long time ago in Yankang, it was the era of the true spirits of heaven and earth. At that time, it was called the age of ignorance, and later people sometimes called it "Shanhaiqianli".

Think about it, everyone is so powerful, and they want to fight for the position of the boss, so one day everyone started fighting, and the world was smashed to pieces after fighting back and forth.

This will naturally make God very unhappy, God is not happy, everyone is unlucky, and the many true spirits of heaven and earth who have been conquered for a long time have not been killed by themselves.

At this time, the true spirits of the heavens and the earth turned around and realized that because of their melee, other creatures appeared on the barren land, some of which were transformed from the bones of fallen true spirits, and some were ants and beasts that they looked down upon before. The good fortune of the fallen true spirit has become tyrannical.

As the true spirit who used to be the overlord of heaven and earth, he was naturally unhappy when he saw the rise of the former ants. However, the true spirit who has experienced the conquest of the entire era has gradually declined under the siege of rising beasts and ghosts.

The fallen true spirits were unwilling, and they found a very weak ethnic group in the wasteland, that is, the human race.

They found that although the human race is weak, although the innate physique is extremely weak, it is far inferior to the beast, but the process and time of cultivation is far shorter than that of the beast and the true spirit.

So the Xiantian True Spirit became the totem of the human race in the form of a totem, and gradually had the path of totem martial arts cultivation, which was called the Shanhaihouli era at that time.

To be precise, the Yankang Era belongs to the end of the Shanhai Era. Before that, the human race had fought ghosts and beasts for a long time in the barren land, which established the human race's dominance in the barren land. "

"Why didn't you say it before?"

"You didn't ask either."

Wuwu shook his head, looked pitiful, and pondered: "Besides, it's been so many years, and it's useless to say it, it's all old things, and now it's the world of the human race, the true spirit of heaven and earth They are all lingering on their last breaths, and they have become masters who are not loved by the heavens and not loved by the mountains and rivers."

"A Tuo, every ethnic group has developed to a certain level, and when billions of creatures gather, there will be a general trend of clan destiny. This is an inevitable process."

Hearing the sound, Xia Tuo nodded. From Wuwu's mouth, he knew the history of mountains and seas. It seems that this barren land has existed for far longer than the three generations since Yankang.

Thinking of the ancient land in the wild west and south that was filled with miasma, his brows and eyes raised inadvertently.

Fuck...

After a while, he strangled this idea in his heart. This fact is too far away, so he should take care of the things in front of him first.

"How much has your memory recovered?"

Facing Xia Tuo's question, Wuwu nodded first, then shook his head.

"I do not know either."

Wuwu, what he said was the truth. He really didn't know. The dusty memory made him wonder what kind of state the former God Lord Jumang had reached.

Regarding this, Xia Tuo didn't ask any more questions. Huwu, if this little confusion is not confused, it would be abnormal. Then he said his conjecture.

Immediately, Yin Wuwu revealed a contemplative look.

"Clan Luck Ziqi is a very magical thing. Since it can increase the cultivation of warriors, as the patriarch in charge of Daxia's Clan Luck, you can naturally increase your luck."

After a long time, Wuwu said with some embarrassment that the memory of inheritance has been awakened a lot, but there is nothing related to how to control the family fortune. His name as the totem god is indeed not worthy of the name.

"Tuo!"

Suddenly, the silent Wuwu jumped up and quickly arrived in front of Xia Tuo who fell on him.

"Tuo, I remembered."

"Family Luck Divine Realm!"

"Family Luck Divine Realm!"

"After the birth of the Human Race, after a period of accumulation, a magical place was born, and only warriors with human blood can enter it."

"How about we try?"

After a long time, Wuwu said to Xia Tuo.

Xia Tuo glanced at Wuwu, raised his eyebrows, and always felt a little unreliable, Clan God Realm?

I'm sure it wasn't the little bastard Wuwu who made it up by himself.

Because this little bastard didn't know exactly what kind of existence the Clan God's Domain was.

As the head of the Great Xia Clan, all the warriors who bear the Great Xia Fate Seal have cultivation bonuses, and he who holds the seal naturally also has it. It can be said that he is the most blessed person in the entire Great Xia Clan.

But there is no doubt that the mystery of family fortune is far more than that.

After a long time, Xia Tuo looked at Wuwu and pondered, "Are you sure?"

"The memory of the inheritance comes from the previous generations of Jumang, and they all have memories of the God Realm of Clan Movement."

When Wuwu said this, Xia Tuo was slightly relieved. He and Wuwu had a life contract.

"You said that this is how to open the God of Clan Luck."

"I mobilized the purple energy of the clan to descend on you, and the rest is up to you."

Wuwu is also very bachelor. After saying a word, he turned into a streamer and disappeared in the world of purple energy of family luck. At the same time, Xia Tuo also recovered from the world of purple energy.

Boom!

Then, there was a roar in the sky above Tianlu Mountain, and a three-foot-sized purple thunder appeared. Once it appeared, it caused the purple air within a thousand miles to roll, as if it was worshiping.

During the thunder, it turned into a stream of light and fell towards Xia Tuo's eyebrows.

Immediately after he let out a muffled snort and his body trembled, he fell into an endless trance. Some felt that his mind was wandering in the sky, his body was light, and he could neither feel that he was in the state of a soul nor that he was In the state of flesh and blood, the whole person is already ethereal.

This time, Xia Tuo's purpose is very clear. He wants to use the purple energy of the family luck, or understand the law, or transform the primordial spirit. Of course, it is best to be diligent in both.

This thought wandered in his mind, no matter how dazed he was, he stuck to his heart, and wanted to see what the so-called Clan God Realm was.

The moment the purple thunder appeared, Wu Wu suddenly turned into a three-foot-sized Jumang uncontrollably, with two purple dragons under his feet, stirring the overflowing purple air with their teeth and claws.

In just a short moment, his expression became solemn, his brows were furrowed, and wisps of purple air fell from the sky onto his body.

"A Tuo, you are so lucky, I really envy you for having such a good totem god like me."

After only two breaths of solemnity, Wuwu showed his true colors, his little face was full of smiles, he looked at his feet, stomped, and said: "Hey, don't make trouble, your souls haven't fully returned yet, now be good. "

After being lightly tapped twice, the two little purple dragons were indeed much more stable, lying in the purple air without moving around.

Reining in his aura, Wuwu's small eyes shone with purple light, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Following the ancient contract, the eternal totem concluded by the Wujumang God Clan and the human blood race reappears."

hum!

As Wuwu's words fell, the purple air on the top of Tianlu Mountain danced wildly, falling down like the Milky Way, and when it fell a few inches from the center of Wuwu's eyebrows, it merged with a blue light that appeared in the center of Wuwu's eyebrows, heading towards Looking at Xia Tuo's eyebrows, he left.

"Totem Luyin, go."

After doing all this, Wuwu seemed to be exhausted, and the two little dragons under his feet became shriveled tree roots.

"Damn Xia Tuo, you actually took the great Jumang as a vassal."

Wuwu, who couldn't support the God of Goumang, turned into a chubby bug again, and circled Xia Tuo twice.

"he~tui~"

"he~tui~"

"This is a real loss. The great totem has become a vassal of the human race. It's over. It's an eternal contract and equal. How can I become a vassal of the bastard A Tuo? In turn, this bastard will be my little brother." More or less."

Wuwu was very angry. Just now Totem Luyin touched two of his little nerves, and spat at Xia Tuo twice, but unfortunately he was in a state of illusion and substance, and he didn't have much saliva at all.

"Nine generations of Jumang, the inheritance of several generations, was destroyed by the body of this Wuwu. My Gumang ancestor, this is not my fault. It's not that Wuwu doesn't make progress, it's because the human race is too cunning."

hum!

And here, between Xia Tuo's eyebrows, there is a strange rune, the purple is the seal, which outlines a herringbone wrapped in the shape of a Jumang god, which is integrated with his whole body breath.