Ten Desolate Daluo

Chapter 1432 Goodbye Ye Jialuo

Qingmang Mountain.

In the blue-eyed tribe, a distinguished guest is being welcomed at this moment, and everyone gathers together for tea.

The visitor was wearing a fine attire, with three heads. There were special lines on the exposed skin. The eyes on the three heads were shining with five colors of light. At this moment, he was talking to everyone indifferently.

In his opinion, this mission was actually too boring. The elders of the clan watched the sky at night and discovered the chaos of the astrology, which started in the forbidden area of ​​Yongye. That's why he came here today.

The entire area around the Eternal Night Forbidden City is the territory of their Yasha clan, and the Blue-Eyes Tribe is the most powerful tribe here. Within a radius of three thousand miles, there is nothing that the Blue-Eyes Tribe cannot do.

The patriarch of the Blue-Eyes Tribe was flatteringly chatting with the monk of the Yaksha Tribe, when suddenly the whole tribe became dark, the flames on the altar suddenly went out, and the enshrined patron saint suddenly let out a scream, exploded on the spot, and even more flames burned on the altar. Cracks were everywhere, all the lights exploded one after another, and the flags dedicated to the blue-eyed patron saint were also broken one after another.

Everyone in the Blue-Eyes Tribe suddenly changed their colors, and got up suddenly one by one, and their minds were in a panic for a moment.

"who?"

"Who on earth killed the patron saint of my tribe?" Their faces were full of panic. In their hearts, the patron saint of the tribe was the most powerful weapon. As long as their patron saint of the tribe survived, their entire Blue-Eyes tribe They can prosper forever, and no one can compete with them in a radius of three thousand miles.

While the patriarch looked terrified, he felt a cold snort in his ears, and he couldn't help himself. He hurried to the side of the altar, and saw that the huge eyeballs on the altar seemed to be pierced by some sharp weapon, and the eyeballs were empty. , the cracks are densely covered like spider webs, all the power dissipates, and the terrifying scene of growing majesty is no longer there.

This is how to do?
His mind was almost blank.

"Master Yejialuo! Master Yejialuo! You must be the master of my blue-eyed tribe!" After a few breaths, he suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly looked at the monk of the Yasha tribe next to him and said loudly.

"My Blue-Eyes Tribe has always been a vassal of the Yaksha Tribe. I have always been loyal and never rebelled. Please Mita of the Yaksha Tribe make the decision for us!" The monks of the tribe were originally singing and dancing happily, but seeing the fall of the patron saint of the tribe, they all wiped away their tears.

Ye Jialuo naturally also heard the cold snort just now, and felt a little strange in his heart. The voice seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while. He glanced at the blue-eyed tribe who was sad, nodded indifferently and said:
"Who did you offend? This person's cultivation is unpredictable. No wonder your patron saint is no match. You bring him here, and I'll take you to meet this master." It's a small matter, but today he is in a good mood, and the other party has indeed offered a lot of money and tributes to the Yaksha clan, and the other party has been monitoring the entire Eternal Night Forbidden Zone for the Yaksha clan, this can be regarded as an explanation for them.

"Great! I'll call the clansmen to gather and see who's there..." the patriarch laughed through his tears.

"No need, I've figured it out, it's the Alishan tribe." Ye Jialuo frowned suddenly, and suddenly raised his head to look into the distance, only to see the vast and condensed aura in the distance, although everyone in the blue-eyed tribe couldn't feel it. Yes, but Ye Jialuo is different. His cultivation base is unpredictable, and he can naturally feel the huge and incomparable Dao pattern fluctuations in the void, and doubts suddenly arise in his heart.

Alishan tribe?
In my impression, this tribe seems to be the weakest tribe. I came to my Yasha tribe to seek the protection of the patron saint of the tribe before, but I remember that the blue-eyed tribe was finally chosen because the population and strength of the blue-eyed tribe were far greater than this tribe. The Alishan tribe, that's why they gave the blue-eyed patron saint to the blue-eyed tribe.

The Blue-Eyes Tribe also changed its name to the Blue-Eyes Tribe.

"Interesting." There was a strange look in his eyes, and the three heads sneered, "I want to see who is stirring up the wind and the rain in the Yongye restricted area."

……

Alishan.

At this moment, everyone in the Alishan Tribe seemed very excited, bowing down to the Zhenwu Zaoling flag one after another, and looking at the flag with extremely excited expressions.

"This, this must be the patron saint of the Alishan tribe given to me by God! We finally have our own patron saint!" The patriarch of the Alishan tribe choked with tears.

For so many years, their tribe did not have a patron saint, and they also sent people to the major royal families to pray for the patron saint of the tribe, but none of those royal families looked down on them, which led to their increasing population during the battles of the major tribes. Few, eventually had to migrate away.

Mu Zhen looked at the crowd blankly, he didn't know what happened, but when he saw the previous adults kneel down and kowtow to the flag in his hand, he felt a little apprehensive.

This flag was obviously given to me by Big Brother Fang Qi, so why did it become a gift from heaven to the tribe?
He was thinking hard with his little head, so the whole tribe knelt down, and he was the only one who was still standing on the grassland with his little carrot head, looking very eye-catching.

"It's just that Brother Fang Qi, what was entrusted to me was not given by heaven." He said loudly, the clear and clear child's voice also had a hint of milk, making everyone raise their heads.

"Muzhen, come down quickly, you are blaspheming the patron saint!" The patriarch of the Alishan tribe said with a serious face, "Come down quickly, stop messing around!"

"No! This is a toy given to me by Big Brother Fang Qi! I can't give it to you!" Mu Zhen was also anxious, and said loudly.

Everyone shook their heads, they felt that the little doll was messing around, only Uncle Bali said loudly: "Everyone, listen to me..."

However, before his words fell, a huge opening suddenly opened in the sky, and countless monks charged in from the air. step down.

"There are so many people from the Blue-Eyes Tribe!?" The patriarch was startled, his eyelids trembled, he had never seen such a scene before, and his heart seemed to be clenched at this moment.

"What do you want to say? Let me listen." A cold and indifferent voice came out from the crowd, and a Yaksha monk with three heads came out in a fine attire, "Speak, What is the origin of this flag?"

"Ye Jialuo?"

A surprised voice also came from the Alishan tribe.

Who?
Ye Jialuo's pupils shrank suddenly, and a figure in a star robe was suddenly reflected in his six pupils, walking from the crowd.

(End of this chapter)