The Strongest Tribe Of The Ages

This is the question Xia Tuo has been thinking about these past few days. What manuscripts for offering sacrifices to the heavens and what Taoist rhymes are all superficial phenomena. The true meaning lies in only two words.

Blood sacrifice!

Yes, God also needs bribes.

The world is inhumane and everything is a stubborn dog, and all the spirits of the world are under the cover of the rules of the world. To put it cruelly, everything in the wild land is the slave of God.

To sacrifice to the Heavenly Clan, to put it plainly is not to please God.

Taking killing as a sacrifice, the cultivation of all spirits absorbs the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth, the death of the warrior, and the blood sacrifice of the creatures are equivalent to returning these to the heaven and the earth.

If God is satisfied, you can fake the tiger's power, hunt the Quartet on behalf of the heavens, establish the Quartet of Wangting Town, and entrust the princes.

Of course, as the king's court that governs the Quartet, it should be called the Order of Heaven!

Surrounded by the purple qi, Xia Tuo opened his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. Looking at the big cauldron under the seat, the script for the sacrifice to heaven was simple.

It doesn't need to be so complicated. What God needs is a sacrifice, so just tell the God Xia tribe the geometry of the tribute.

"Woohoo."

The next moment, Xia Tuo yelled at Wu Wu.

"Hey, here it comes."

Suddenly, the promise was crisp.

Immediately after Wuwu crashed into Xia Tuo's body, the blue light overflowed, and a light figure appeared in the pupils of Xia Tuo's eyes, and he began to control the purple energy and fall into the cauldron.

Daxia Department, I would like to tell the god of heaven with sincerity. Today, Daxia has established a tribe, gathers the veins and popularity for luck, and offers special sacrifices to the heavens.

"Uncle."

When Qiao'er came to the top of the Tianlu Mountain, looking at the words carved out one after another on the great cauldron, he couldn't help covering his mouth with surprise in his eyes.

This is different from the manuscript for the sacrifice of heaven that she and Wuwu performed, and it is even more different from the manuscript of Lu Yushi's few days. It is too simple.

"It's okay."

Xia Tuo waved his hand, indicating that Qiao'er was fine.

"Qiao'er, you don't need to worry about the rhyme of heaven, earth, and earth, which will be portrayed by the Dading in the future. The heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars pattern on the Dading do not need to be recorded for now.

"Oh."

Qiao'er nodded blankly. She still believed Xia Tuo's words. Since Auntie said that there was no need to understand the rhyme of heaven and earth, she would not do it for the time being.

"Then this big tripod?"

Qiao'er's eyes fell on the cauldron and couldn't help asking.

"For the time being, I will accumulate the purple energy on Tianlu Mountain with the luck of the clan. You still need to summon the spirit veins."

"Yeah." Soon Qiaoer left the top of the Tianlu Mountain, and Xia Tuo again ordered the Foundry Hall to start casting the great cauldron.

...

Nine large tripods, five squares and four rounds, after nearly a year, the number of half-monsters sacrificed alone exceeded one hundred thousand.

It can be said that it is a tripod made of blood, with nine great tripods standing on the sky furnace. Xia Tuo painted the same god-sacrificing text on each of them, except that Xia Tuo did not depict a rune.

Jiudingcheng, the next step is to sacrifice to heaven.

Damn old loach.

Even if the eldest girl enters the bridal chamber, she should have come out after screaming for a few years. The old loach is hanging on him with iron heart, but will not come out.

Family hall.

The elders are sitting on both sides.

Xia Tuo looked around and found that the evil spirit was absent on the left seat, and then asked, "The evil elder has not returned?"

Previously, he used a half-demon blood sacrifice of 100,000 to cast Jiuding, so he sent the elders of the clan to search for demon traces in the Eternal Realm.

After all, the land with a radius of tens of thousands of miles could not be so clean. There was no demon.

"Elder Bai and tomb elders are also looking for purple blood fruits in these years, but they are not lucky and never found them. However, once the clan is established to sacrifice to the sky, the heaven and the earth will come, and there will be a chance to come down. The elders must seize the opportunity."

Xia Tuo's voice sounded, speaking to the two old men in the hall.

"Especially Elder Bai, the curse rooted in your blood may also be eradicated."

"Yes."

After a slight nod, Xia Tuo said to the other elders: "It is an opportunity for the entire tribe to sacrifice to the Tianli Clan. If the order is passed on, all the tribes who are outside will rush back to the tribe from now on."

"Open the clan library and release three times the resources to the totem fighters in the clan. Everyone strives to improve their strength and ensure that they are in the strongest state."

"Yes."

"Elder Hong, you took Sanqian Xiawei to Yaoshan and Yaowo Mountains in person to escort the half-demon back in custody. Elder Qingling followed along the way."

"Yes."

...

Instructed the good people to make preparations before setting up the clan. Xia Tuolai has been guiding spirits for many years in the underground rivers and caves, and the old loach can be said to be too salty.

Otherwise, he won't demote the old leader to the old loach.

...

In fact, the aura old dragon crawling on the bottom of the blue dragon is also very entangled. As an old dragon who has already developed a sense of wisdom, the boy Wangu was sitting down, which made him very sad.

For the heaven and earth true spirits derived from the spirit veins, this kind of human-like emotion is very dangerous, and it is easy to disperse oneself in this way.

He slept at the bottom of the Azure Dragon for thousands of years. He didn't expect this thing to become richer as it sinks. Do you think Qilong?

The reason why the true spirit of heaven and earth is called innate life is because there is no father and no mother, but the seven emotions and six desires that are born from heaven and earth, and there is no flesh and blood body.

However, he hadn't cultivated to the state of real transformation, and he had human-like feelings, which was very embarrassing, and he continued to be confused, and the more he was struggling, the more chaotic, he was almost annoying.

"Old dragon head, if you have something unspeakable, please talk about it."

At this time, Lao Long's ears tightened and he heard the sound coming from the void.

"Is it possible that you have to keep the festival for the Wangu tribe. That is what the ladies do. You are a spirit dragon. Shouldn't you pursue transcendence?"

"I keep a fart festival."

Linglong shook his head. If he wanted to keep the festival, he would not have broken his claws from the Eternal Mountain Range, but it is undeniable that it was the inherited popularity of the Eternal Youth that made him now.

He is just a little confused now, just like the cultivation of a human race, to find his own way, he is looking for his own way.

Suddenly, the head of the spirit dragon rose from the bottom of the water, and the huge dragon head stirred the water.

He was just lost.

He was lost!

Thoughts appeared in the big dragon eyes, and he was walking further and further on the road of seven emotions and six desires.

It is so difficult to be a simple spirit dragon.

It’s a good sleep. When you’re happy, you swallow the aura that drifts between the heavens and the earth, and when you’re unhappy, it turns into spirit crystals. How come you have emotions?

Suddenly, the old dragon realized a little, and it seemed that he would sleep under the water for thousands of years. It was still like this. His thoughts were already alive, like a spider web spreading everywhere, and he couldn't stop it. The more he blocked, the more crazy it grew.

...

"I keep a fart festival."

Within the dark river cave, Xia Tuogang wanted to continue speaking, and there was a roar in his ear, the sound was thunderous, and his brain buzzed.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the aura surrounding him as if it had boiled, and it started to be violent. Between the auras tumbling, a slender dragon head appeared. The gods are handsome and the dragon horns are like golden coral. Hui.

"Old Loach!"

Hearing this, the old dragon manifested in the spirit mist group suddenly had a pair of eyes frozen.

See you!

"Hey, Lao Long Lao Long, we have been friends for so many years, how can we be considered friends."

Suddenly Xia Tuo yelled, and all of this he was extremely confident that this spirit dragon was definitely refined. No wonder that the Wangu tribe was so tyrannical back then, like the little overlord, both of which are the uncles, fighting against other uncles, and killing The Great Demon Hou.

Is the spiritual vein of such a method still a spiritual vein?

Yes!

"Let's talk about it. You stay underwater without the blessing of humanity and luck, and you will inevitably go downhill in the future. Now my Xia tribe is standing on the ground. We complement each other, how good it is."

After the aura rolled for a few breaths, it finally became flat again, and the old dragon did not leave.

"When I was in Qinglongshui, I met a young man. The first time I met was a little younger than you, that person was called Wangu."

"Later this young man gathered people who fished on the shore and established a small tribe. Later, he offered sacrifices to the Tianli tribe. I became the vein of this tribe. Until the tribe was destroyed, I cut off a dragon claw. Returned to Qinglongshui."

The old dragon head looked at the sacred gold veins under Xia Tuo's buttocks, already dilapidated.

Xia Tuo listened quietly, and felt that Lao Long was not simple. He had a kind of human cultivator who appeared in front of him instead of spiritual veins. The emotional changes in Lao Long's eyes could not deceive people. It shouldn't be the emotional fluctuation that an innate and psychic vein should have.

But such emotional fluctuations appeared on the spirit dragon transformed by a spiritual vein, which seemed weird.

He thought it was the reincarnation of an old monster, and then he didn't get better, and he was reincarnated in the spirit vein. This situation has never been heard, but it does not mean that it does not exist.

"The scene of the year has always been lingering in the memory of my innate true soul, and I can't be driven away." The old dragon shook his head, causing the aura to turn into a vortex.

"Xiantian Lingmai Zhenling has the same emotions as a human being, you said, how should I understand good luck, old dragon."

Xia Tuo pondered for a moment and said: "The ruthless person is like a cold stone, cold, like a day for thousands of years. What is good? Since it has derived human-like intelligence, who can conclude that this is not a chance?"

"Thoughts are like a net, but it is better to block."

"Since so many years have passed, you have been cutting through these memories. If you try to re-enter the world and feel the good fortune of the world, maybe you will walk out of the road of the world."

Xia Tuo looked at the old dragon lightly.

In fact, all of the above words were made by him!!!

He just wanted to keep the old dragon of spiritual energy in front of him. The tribe is about to establish a clan, it is not easy to find a spiritual vein, and it is even more difficult to find such a powerful spiritual vein.

As for the role of this old dragon of spiritual veins, the Wangu tribe has already proved it, but Wangu has such a good terrain, he makes waves on his own, and cannot blame others.

Therefore, we must keep the old dragon.

I was so witty and able to speak such profound words, it was nothing short of a jewel.